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Title: Hide From the World
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 3, Snow
Author's Note: Sequel to "Wilderness."
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.


The sun was awfully bright. Had he left his bedroom window open?

Will opened his eyes, taking a moment to focus on what was around him. He wasn't in his bedroom; that was obvious. No, he was lying on the couch in the living room, dawn breaking outside, the sun just beginning to come up and filter through the windows.

He'd left the fire going last night, but it had burned down to mere ashes in the grate. The dogs were all on their blankets in front of the fire, looking drowsy and comfortable.

Everything around him was as it should be.

So why did this little tableau, one that should be comforting for him, feel as though it was somehow off-kilter? Was it just because he knew that he'd been sleepwalking for part of the night? Or was it because he wasn't quite back in the realm he belonged in yet?

He still felt shaken by his body's loss of control. Shaken and terrified.

The sleepwalking was getting more serious now; it was happening more than ever. It wasn't something that he could control, and that was the most frightening aspect of it. The knowledge that his body was doing things that he didn't control unnerved him.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes and squinting at the windows. It had started snowing while he'd slept; the white drifts were already piling up on the porch.

Will shivered at the thought, feeling more uneasy than ever. What if he'd gone outside sleepwalking in the snow, in nothing but a t-shirt, boxers, and barefoot?

He didn't even want to think about what kind of physical condition he would have been in when he'd woken up from that. He would more than likely have had frostbite, or worse. And he wouldn't have been able to get himself to a hospital.

He closed his eyes again, huddling under the blanket.

Hide from the world. That was what he wanted to do. He didn't want to think about his sleepwalking, or the trouble it could get him into. He wanted to forget all of his problems, find some comfortable oblivion and sink into it, and never have to come out again.

But he couldn't do that. He had too many responsibilities.

What he should do was go to Hannibal's and talk to him about this. It was really all he could do. Maybe the older man wold have some answers.

He'd have to drive there in the snow, Will thought with a sigh. Not something he was looking forward to, but he had to see Hannibal. If the snow got worse and he happened to get caught in Baltimore overnight, then he would deal with that when and if it happened.

He stood up, moving towards the stairs. The sooner he got going, the better.