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Title: Swift Recovery
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandom: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 22, Recovery
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.


Sherlock tried to keep an eye on Will as the other man drove; he glanced over at the handsome profile several times, wishing that he knew what to say.

Will didn't seem to be shaky or nervous, which was good. But Sherlock knew that he would still have to recover from the time that he had spent in prison; there was no way that such an experience hadn't affected Will in a negative way.

His fists clenched involuntarily at the thought; more than anything, he wanted to take revenge on the people who had conspired to put Will behind bars.

But that would come later, after he and Will had talked.

He didn't know if the young man would accept the plan he had started to formulate in his mind, but he hoped that Will would at least listen with an open mind.

There was nothing left for Will here in Wolf Trap, or with the FBI. Jack Crawford had managed to destroy his career; he could go back to teaching at the FBI Academy, more than likely, but he would never be looked at in the same way again.

Not only that, but if Will stayed here, Jack Crawford and Hannibal Lecter would probably continue to try to make his life miserable.

Sherlock didn't doubt that between them, they would concoct some other plan to put Will back in jail -- and this time, they might succeed in keeping him there.

They would slowly contrive to drive Will insane -- which was, to Sherlock's way of thinking, what they had been trying to do this time. They wanted to discredit him, to strip him of all recognition, to make him no more than a cipher, a footnote.

Well, they weren't going to do that. Not while Sherlock was here to protect Will and keep him safe from any scheme that could be put to use against him.

He only hoped that Will could make a swift recovery from what he'd already been through.

Slowly, carefully, he reached out to touch the young man's knee as Will stopped the car for a red light. Will turned his head to look at him, that intense blue gaze meeting his own.

Will smiled at him, those beautiful lips slowly lifting at the corners. And Sherlock was sure that he could feel his heart melting in his chest, tightening and ceasing to beat for a few seconds, all from the look in that steady blue gaze.

When Will looked ahead again and pressed on the gas pedal, Sherlock sat back in his seat, wishing that they would get to the house in Wolf Trap quickly.