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Title: Weakness of the Spirit
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Lee Fallon
Fandom: Hannibal/The Big C
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 10, Weakness
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Lee Fallon, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Lee left the doctor's office, head down, hands clenched into fists.

He should have known that he and Will were asking for too much to believe that this trial would be the one that finally worked. Once again, he had been let down.

Before he had met Will, he'd been expecting this. He had told himself so many times that this would be the last trial he'd take part in, that if this one didn't work, he was simply going to resign himself to his fate and stop fighting against the inevitable.

But then he had met Will, and his entire life had turned upside down. Hope had been rekindled, and now, he refused to let it go.

If he gave up now, Will would be so disappointed.

He could feel the insidious weakness closing in on him again, just as had all the other times when clinical trials hadn't worked. He was tired all the time.

Giving up now would make him feel even weaker than he already was, though. It would make him feel that he was suffering from a weakness not only of the body, but of the spirit. He didn't want to let his husband down by just surrendering. Will deserved better than that.

And so did he, Lee told himself, his inner voice fierce. He deserved a life with the man he loved. Will deserved to have a husband who brought him happiness.

The fates couldn't be cruel enough to take them away from each other. Not now, not when they had only recently found each other and discovered the joy of falling in love.

He wanted to cry, to scream in frustration, to beat his hands against the nearest brick wall until he was battered and bloody. But even if he did something so foolish, it wouldn't do any good. It wouldn't change the fact that he had cancer, and that his days were numbered.

It was more of a weakness to give in than it would be to fight, Lee thought to himself as he opened his car door and slid into the driver's seat. He wasn't that weak.

Not in spirit, anyway. His body .... well, that was a different matter.

Lee sighed softly, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He felt physically weak, not to mention too weak in spirit to talk about all of this with Will.

But he had to, and he knew it. Will needed to know that this trial wasn't working. Will wasn't just a friend, or his boyfriend. Will was his husband now, and he had a right to know about everything that Lee was dealing with. He was here for the bad times as well as the good.

As another wave of weakness swept over him, Lee hoped that he would be able to make it home and that he'd be able to explain everything to Will without breaking down.

Like it or not, his husband had to know the truth.