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Title: From Dream To Reality
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Everett Hobbs (Original Character)
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 21, Dream
Author's Note: Everett's face is Benedict Cumberbatch.
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.

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Will stared into the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection.

This all seemed like a dream. It was hard to believe that he had given up his job with the FBI, his home in Wolf Trap, and he was here in London now.

He was here with Everett. This was his new home, here in Everett's house. He already liked it here; the place had a feeling of comfort and opulence that Everett's work as a lawyer had won for him. It was nothing like the house in Wolf Trap, but that was a good thing.

Will knew that he had to leave his old life behind him; he could retain the good memories of it, and do away with the bad ones. He didn't need them.

Though he knew that he was still in danger, even here.

He didn't doubt that Hannibal would follow the two of them. Hannibal, in his twisted, perverted mind, saw Will as being his. And he didn't give up easily.

The thought made Will shudder. He wished that he had never been forced to have anything to do with Hannibal Lecter; being foolish enough to think that such a monster was his friend had nearly been his undoing. He wished that part of his life hadn't happened.

Hannibal had nearly taken everything away from him -- firstly, his freedom, and nearly his sanity and his life. That was not a friend. Not at all.

But at least Jack seemed to believe him now when he insisted that Hannibal was evil, that he was indeed the Chesapeake Ripper and that he had to be stopped.

Still, he hadn't been able to stay in Wolf Trap. He didn't doubt that Hannibal could find him here in London, too, but at least here, he was in a city full of people. He wasn't isolated, out in the middle of nowhere by himself with no company and no protection but his dogs.

Will smiled at the thought of his pets. They'd all gone to good homes, and the one who had come with them were asleep in their baskets downstairs.

He felt safe here -- at least as safe as he could be in the circumstances.

He hoped that the dogs felt the same way. He wanted to believe that he was far better off here, with Everett, than he would have been if he'd stayed where he was.

Closing his eyes, Will leaned on the edge of the sink and took a deep breath. He was here in London now. This wasn't a dream; it was his reality. This was his new life, the life he had chosen for himself, and he wanted to make it a good life. A happy one.

He would do that, he told himself firmly. He would lift this new life out of the realm of dreams, and make it a concrete reality, not just a fantasy.

Smiling, he turned off the light and padded down the hallway to the bedroom.

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