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Title: Spilling His Secrets
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Prompt: 3, Secret
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.
***Somehow, Will couldn't help feeling that Sherlock had a secret.
And he had no idea how to get his boyfriend to reveal whatever that secret might be.
Will frowned slightly as he glanced towards his boyfriend across the breakfast table. He didn't know why, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Sherlock was keeping something from him.
The other man hadn't given him any real reason to feel this way; he had just seemed more secretive lately than he'd ever been, as though he was hiding something.
Will wanted to ask Sherlock what was wrong, but he could tell that hsi boyfriend was trying to pretend that everything was all right. Sherlock hadn't been like this yesterday, so he could only assume that something had happened during the night, probably some kind of dream.
He knew all about how dreams could throw a person for a loop and make them feel disoriented and even frightened, Will told himself with a grim smile.
Hadn't he had enough of those kinds of dreams when he'd been living in Wolf Trap, when he was dealing with the menace that was Hannibal Lecter on a daily basis?
He hadn't told anyone about his own secrets then, had he?
So he really shouldn't expect Sherlock to spill any of his secrets now. It wasn't fair of him to ask; everyone had a right to keep some things to themselves.
Only if Sherlock was keeping some secrets that involved Hannibal, Will felt that he should know. He appreciated the fact that Sherlock wanted to keep him safe and protected, but that protection could only go so far. Sherlock couldn't keep him wrapped in cotton wool all the time.
He couldn't be looked after, like a child, twenty-four hours a day. As much as Sherlock wanted to protect him, he was a grown man, not a little kid.
Whatever Sherlock was holding back, he wanted to know about it.
But how could he ask without seeming to be intrusive? Will gnawed at his lower lip, trying to think of a way to ask just what was on Sherlock's mind.
How did he ask his love such a question without seeming like he was prying? The last thing he wanted was to annoy his boyfriend; he knew that Sherlock could be moody at times, and it seemed that he was heading in that direction now. A question might only exacerbate that moodiness.
Still, he had to know whatever the big secret was. And maybe it wasn't a secret at all. Maybe Sherlock wanted to talk to him, and was just waiting for the right moment.
He glanced at Sherlock again to find his lover watching him, a small smile hovering around the corners of those lips, the lips that he loved to kiss.
Will couldn't help returning the smile; somehow, when Sherlock smiled at him like that, everything else seemed to melt away, and there was only the two of them and what they felt for each other. When he saw that smile, the rest of the world, and everything in it, seemed unimportant.
"You're wondering what's bothering me today, aren't you?" Sherlock asked softly, not taking his gaze from Will's face. "I"m sorry if I've seemed moody, Will. I don't mean to."
"I know something's wrong," Will answered, his voice very soft.
Sherlock shook his head, a slight frown crossing his handsome features. "I wouldn't say wrong, exactly," he said, his voice coming slowly. "I'm not entirely sure what it is."
"But you have some kind of secret that you're debating whether you should keep hidden from me," Will said softly, sure that he was right about this. "I think you've gone into your mind palace to think about it, and I think it probably kept you up for a while last night, too."
Sherlock's frown turned into a smile, then a laugh. "You know me all too well, my sweet," he said, lifting his hands in concession. "You're right about all of that."
Will couldn't help smiling along with his boyfriend.
"Yes, I've spent time in my mind palace today," Sherlock said, his words coming slowly, as though he was thinking of what to say before he said it. "And I've come to a conclusion."
"And what is that?" Will asked, almost holding his breath. If Sherlock was going to tell whatever secret he was keeping, now would be the time for him to spill it out.
"That we should go to Switzerland, and see a certain waterfall," Sherlock told him, looking him directly in the eye. "I've been there before, and something tells me that the dream I had last night could be a premonition of something that may be in store for me. For us. Something that I want to avoid."
"Are you going to tell me about it, or is it going to stay a secret until we get to Switzerland?" Will asked, wondering just what it was that Sherlock had dreamed about.
His boyfriend let out a soft sigh, then leaned forward across the table towards Will, his expression serious enough to take the smile away from Will's face.
"I'll tell you all about it, love," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
Somehow, Will didn't think that he was going to like what he was about to hear.
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