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Title: The Illusion of Safety
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandom: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 39, Death
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.


Death had come so close to him last night.

Will lay in Sherlock's arms, deliberately keeping his breathing slow and steady, hoping that Sherlock would think that he was asleep.

He didn't feel ready to talk about the previous night yet; he wanted to merely lie here in Sherlock's arms and enjoy just being close to the man he loved, being held in those strong arms and feeling safe and protected. safety was just an illusion, but he wanted to hold on to it.

He couldn't expect Sherlock to spend every moment trying to keep him safe. He had to watch Sherlock's back, too, especially when they were dealing with Hannibal.

There was no way this couldn't be laid directly at Hannibal's feet.

No one else would want to shoot at him. The only other explanation was that someone was trying to get at Sherlock by harming him, and he didn't think that was the case.

Will was sure that this was Hannibal; it was the way that the bastard would work. Stir up feelings of fear and unease, and then pounce, heading in for the kill when he was least expected. That was how sneaky he would be. But they would be ready for him.

He wasn't about to cower back in fear, or let Hannibal get the best of him. That had happened once, and it wasn't going to happen a second time.

Hannibal didn't have the upper hand this time. He might have the element of surprise on his side, but Will had Sherlock on his. He had the power of good, the power of justice.

Hadn't Sherlock prevailed over Hannibal when they were in Wolf Trap, and his lover had gotten him out of jail? He had been able to overturn all of Hannibal's plans, and not only set him free, but whisk him away to a new life across the ocean, far away from the past.

Yet it seemed that the past had followed him here. Will couldn't stop a shudder from going through his body involuntarily at the thought.

Hannibal had only wanted him imprisoned before. Now the bastard wanted him dead.

Death had tried to reach for him last night; he didn't know if it had only been a warning shot, or if Hannibal had intended to kill him and had simply .... missed.

Maybe he'd just had bad aim, and he had intended that shot to be Will's death. If that was so, then Will knew that he and Sherlock had to watch their backs every second. They really couldn't stay here for much longer, either; they had to get back to London.

Somehow, he felt that they would be safer there, in territory that Sherlock knew like the back of his hand. They'd be able to track Hannibal down more easily in the city.

And if death tried to come for him again, they would be prepared to take it on.