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Title: Waiting
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Matthew Brown
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
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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Where was Matthew? Why wasn't he here?

Will's heart was pounding, so loudly that he could swear he heard each beat echoing off the stone walls around him. It was so loud in his ears that it was deafening.

He strained to hear, alert for the soft footstep of the man who would become his lover tonight. He wanted Matthew here, needed him with a ferocity that was almost frightening.

What if he didn't show up? Will bit his lip, closing his eyes, pushing the thought away. There was nothing for him to worry about. Matthew had said that he would come tonight, and he would. The only thing that could keep him away was some emergency, something that he had no control over.

And there was no emergency, was there? Nothing that he knew of, anyway. Not that he would know, since he wasn't privy to all that went on in this building.

What if there had been some emergency, something to keep Matthew away? What if he had been attacked by another prisoner, and he was hurt?

Will's heartbeat accelerated with worry for the other man.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down. There was no emergency. There was nothing for him to get so agitated about. Matthew would be here. He knew it.

The minutes ticked by, and Matthew still didn't show up. Of course, he hadn't told WIll exactly what time he would be here, but the waiting should have been over by now.

Will sat up, resting his head in his hands. What if Chilton had somehow found out about them? What if, even now, the man he thought he could fall in love with, the man who he physically wanted more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life, was being fired, escorted out of this prison?

That would mean that they'd never see each other again, that he would never feel Matthew's lips on his, those hands on his body. He would never be with the man he wanted.

If Matthew was fired, then Chilton would never let him back in here again; as long as Will was here, Matthew would never be allowed to visit him.

All he could think of was that Chilton somehow knew, and that Matthew was bearing the brunt of the punishment for their stolen moments together. What if Chilton was going to prosecute Matthew, have him put in jail, a real jail, for the acts that he and Will had already committed?

Panic threatened to rise to the surface; the only thought in his mind was that Matthew would be kept from him, that they would never be able to consummate their relationship.

He might never get out of here. He might be a prisoner in this horrible place that masqueraded as a "hospital" for the rest of his life .... without Matthew here to give him hope.

If that happened, then he might as well be dead.

No, he wasn't going to think like that. If Matthew didn't come tonight, then something had happened to keep him away, but he wasn't going to think the worst.

Thinking in that direction would only make him panic, and that was something he couldn't afford to do. He couldn't let Chilton know that anything was wrong, that he was worried.

If he acted any differently than usual, then his jailer would know that something was going on. The last thing he needed was to make Chilton, or anyone else, suspicious. He didn't want anyone to put two and two together and guess that he and Matthew were doing anything illicit.

He would have to do his best to appear nonchalant, and not to give their secrets away. He would find out what had kept Matthew away from him, and hopefully, it wouldn't be anything serious.

If it was .... but Will shook his head, squeezing his eyes closed. He wasn't going to think along those lines any longer. He wouldn't invite trouble. He had enough problems as it was.

But that wouldn't stop him from worrying, and he knew it.

Slowly, he lay down on his cot again, staring at the bars of his cell. It would be a long, lonely night, but he should be able to talk to Matthew tomorrow. He would find out what had gone wrong.

Whatever had happened, he fervently hoped that it wouldn't keep Matthew away from him much longer. Will doubted that he could deal with another nerve-wracking night like this one. He knew that he wouldn't sleep tonight, but then, he hadn't expected to get much sleep, anyway.

Sighing, he closed his eyes, trying to relax. He would see Matthew tomorrow, and the other man would set another time for them to be with each other.

Hopefully, nothing would happen to stop their next meeting.

Will sighed, turning over onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. He hated that this meeting had obviously been postponed, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He had to go back to waiting, and let the anticipation build. He couldn't help feeling that by the time they were together again, they'd have both waited so long that their meeting would be explosive.

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