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Title: Only When I Dream
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.
"So you see, I only have these worries when I dream," Sherlock concluded.
Will sat back, trying to assimilate everything he'd just heard his boyfriend tell him. "So you think that somehow this place in Switzerland is tied to Moriarty," he said, frowning.
Sherlock nodded, leaning forward and clasping his hands together on the table. "I don't know why, but yes, I do," he said, his voice very soft. "And I want to find out why."
"But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the two of you," Will protested, shaking his head. "I don't know why you'd keep dreaming about this waterfall, and jumping into it, but it just feels like your mind has somehow gotten a vision of that rushing water mixed up with the ruse you pulled on him."
"That could be the case," Sherlock admitted. "But why would my mind substitute the waterfall I viewed for the roof of St. Bartholomew's? It doesn't make sense."
"I don't know," Will said, feeling frustrated. He wished that this was something they could get to the bottom of quickly, but he knew that it wasn't.
He had no idea what was happening in Sherlock's mind.
"I haven't thought about that waterfall for a long time, Will," Sherlock told him, sounding sober and thoughtful. "But lately, it's been coming into my dreams. Always dreams of Moriarty."
"Why him, and not Hannibal?" Will blurted out, unable to keep the question back. "Moriarty is dead. He's not a problem any more. You said so yourself. But Hannibal is very much alive."
"Perhaps my mind is putting the two of them together, as I think that they're the two worst criminals I've ever been up against," Sherlock murmured ruminatively. "Well, I should include Magnussen in that. He was terrible, as well. They're the triumvirate of criminal masterminds."
Personally, Will thought that there had been worse criminals in the world, though since he hadn't dealt with Moriarty or Magnussen personally, he didn't speak up.
But Hannibal .... now, in that respect, Sherlock was right. Hannibal was one of the worst criminals that Will had ever had to deal with, even though no one believed him guilty.
Jack Crawford and the rest of the people he'd worked with at the FBI had all acted as though Hannibal's word was law, as though they believed that he was some kind of god. His fists clenched at the thought; he so badly wanted to prove that he was right about that bastard, and put him behind bars.
Sherlock was the only one who believed him -- but Sherlock was the only person he needed to be on his side. They would prove Hannibal's guilt. Together.
Though at the moment, he wasn't sure just how they would accomplish that, especially now, with Hannibal obviously coming after them in a big way.
Will knew that his enemy wouldn't stay hidden for much longer.
"I wish I knew why I was dreaming of that waterfall -- and why I threw myself into it in the dream," Sherlock said, his voice tight with tension. "My mind must be confusing it with what actually happened."
"Let's hope that if we do go to Switzerland to visit that waterfall, you don't decide to make the dream come true," Will murmured, a shudder going through his body.
In his mind's eye, he could see Sherlock leaping into the waterfall, see his boyfriend's body smashed on the rocks that he somehow knew were hidden beneath the cascading, churning water. He could already feel the devastation of knowing that Sherlock was gone, that he had lost the only love he would ever have.
The thought was too painful to bear. Just the mental image of what he knew could happen brought a whimper to Will's lips, a sound that he couldn't hold back.
"Will, what is it?" Sherlock's arms were around him; his boyfriend was pulling him to his feet, holding Will close against the reassuring warmth of his body. "What's wrong?"
Will wrapped his arms around the other man, clinging to him.
"Will, don't worry," Sherlock whispered into his ear. "The visions of me jumping into that waterfall aren't some sort of a self-fulfilling prophecy. I promise you they aren't."
"Then why would you dream about doing that, if it didn't have something to do with the future?" Will whispered, his voice full of fear. "Why would you even think about doing something like that?"
"I don't know, my love," Sherlock told him, holding him close and stroking his hair. "But I'm not that stupid, Will. I won't do something like that. Not now that I have you in my life to think about, as well as myself. And I don't have those thoughts in my waking horus, you know. It's only when I dream that they come to me."
Will nodded, but he still didn't feel reassured. Why would Sherlock be dreaming about things like that? Why would he even think about jumping into a waterfall?
He couldn't know the answers to those questions, and neither could Sherlock. All either of them could do was face their fears, and hope that the worst wouldn't come to pass.
"Perhaps I need to see that waterfall again," Sherlock said. "To exorcise the dreams."
Reluctantly, Will nodded, not wanting to agree with his boyfriend, but knowing that he had to. After all, maybe Sherlock was right. Maybe he needed that confrontation.
If Sherlock stood there and looked at that waterfall, then turned and walked away from it, maybe the dreams of jumping into it would stop. Maybe then he would be free of those disturbing visions, and the two of them could move into the future and deal with the problem at hand.
Hannibal. He was their enemy now, not a waterfall, not Moriarty or anyone else from Sherlock's past. He was the direct threat that they had to deal with.
A threat that wasn't going to go away until they finally faced him down.
Hopefully, going to Switzerland and seeing this waterfall would be one problem out of the way, and then they could concentrate on proving Hannibal's guilt and bringing him to justice.
Will closed his eyes, burrowing into Sherlock's embrace. He hoped that this proposed trip would eradicate Sherlock's dreams, and that they would be able to put the future into a better perspective.
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