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Title: Time For A Change
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 7, Change
Author's Note: Sequel to "Endearing."
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.

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What if Max wasn't going to change?

Will glanced over at the dog in his carrier, then sighed. He couldn't keep worrying about this. But right now, it felt as if his heart was in his throat.

Either Max was going to get over his dislike of Hannibal, or he wasn't. And if he didn't, then Will was sure that he would have to choose between his boyfriend and the dog -- and that was a choice that he didn't want to make. A choice that he was sure he couldn't make.

"Why are you doing this to me, Max?" he said with a sigh. "I'm happy with Hannibal. I've finally found someone who loves me the way I am. And you're messing it up."

For answer, the dog barked, then tilted his head.

Will couldn't help laughing at the expression on Max's canine face. No, he couldn't get rid of this dog. Max was far too precious to him. All of his dogs were.

But if he didn't get over his aversion to Hannibal, then Will was stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place. He knew that Hannibal would insist on something being done -- and he knew that his boyfriend wouldn't understand why he had such reluctance to make that choice.

Hannibal didn't have pets. He didn't understand what a bond Will had with his dogs, why he loved them so much and why they meant so much to him.

The problem was that he loved Hannibal, too, and that for the first time in his life, he was in a relationship that worked. He didn't want to lose that. It, too was precious.

He'd been taking Max to a few obedience classes, and the dog had done well in them. So well, in fact, that he couldn't fathom why the dog wasn't so obedient when he was around Hannibal. It didn't make any sense. It wasn't as if Hannibal had done anything to the dog.

Will sighed again, shaking his head. Well, today would be the day that they'd see if the obedience classes had done any good, and if Max would behave himself.

The dog had to change, or there was no telling what might happen.

"It's time for a change, Max, old buddy," he said aloud. "You've got to change your attitude, or I'm going to have to make some hard choices. One of you will have to go."

And he had no idea which one of them it would be. A cold hand grasped at Will's heart and squeezed; maybe Hannibal would be so disgusted at Will's hesitation to give up one of his dogs that he would be the one to make the choice, and he would simply leave.

No, he told himself firmly. That wasn't how this would go. Max would behave himself, and the three of them would get along. They'd manage to have an uneasy truce.

At least, that was what he hoped was going to happen.

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