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Title: Where Dreams Lead
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 16, Dream
Author's Note: This is a 50-ficlet AU series for Will/Hannibal. In this universe, the two of them are deeply in love with each other, though neither knows quite how to bring that love out into the open.
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.


Will opened his eyes, realizing that he wasn't in his own bed. For a moment, he felt disoriented -- until he remembered all that had taken place the night before, and where he was.

He was at Hannibal's house. In Hannibal's bed. He'd spent the night here last night, and Hannibal had made love to him.

It hadn't been a dream. This time, he wouldn't wake up alone in his own bed, regretting that his dreams hadn't yet come true. This time, they had indeed been fulfilled.

Yet he was alone in Hannibal's bed, Will thought, frowning. He turned his head, catching sight of the clock on the bedside table and suddenly realizing that he'd slept very late.

It was after ten in the morning; he usually didn't sleep this late, even on his days off, but he'd obviously been exhausted last night, he thought with an inward smile.

Besides, it was Saturday, so he hadn't had to be up and about early in the day, and neither had Hannibal. He didn't doubt that his boyfriend was in the kitchen, making breakfast.

Or, given the time, he might have already eaten and have decided to let Will get up whenever he chose to.

Will sat up in bed and stretched, blushing as he realized that he was naked. He hadn't thought about that; he didn't have any clean clothes here to put on for the day.

Oh well, that was something he'd deal with later. He would simply put on the clothes he'd worn here yesterday, and drive back to Wolf Trap later in the day for others.

Somehow, the thought of going back home didn't give him any pleasure whatsoever. He loved his house, and his dogs, of course, but being at home without Hannibal seemed .... lonely.

Will lay back down, closing his eyes and trying to sort out all of his thoughts. Now that he and Hannibal had become lovers in the physical sense, so much was going to change.

Being Hannibal's lover was no longer a dream for him. It was a fact, a reality. And it would bring about changes in his life.

At some point, he was going to have to make the decision of whether to be closer to Hannibal or not. Whether to live with him, to move here, to be in Baltimore and give up his house in Wolf Trap.

Though it wasn't something that Will was entirely sure he wanted to do -- at least not yet -- he didn't see how it could be avoided in the future. They couldn't keep living so far apart.

Yes, it was only a little over an hour's drive -- but still, that felt awfully far apart for two people who were now lovers. They had gone far beyond simply dating now.

Hannibal was going to want him to be closer -- and, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to live in a place that wasn't so far away from his boyfriend, too.

He missed Hannibal when they were apart. There had been nights when he had wished fervently to be here, and not at home.

But it was going to be hard to give up his own home, his privacy, his solitude. That was something he'd always enjoyed, and he wasn't sure that he was ready to give it all away. Not yet.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be here with Hannibal, Will told himself firmly. He did. He just didn't want to give up the solitude and privacy of Wolf Trap and move into the city.

He'd avoided doing that for so long, even though it would have made things easier on him to live closer to where he worked. But the long commute was worth it to have his privacy at home.

It had always been a dream to have his own place in the country, a place that he could call his own, to have privacy and solitude. A place where nothing could disturb him.

But that dream was changing now, he realized. That dream had expanded to include love -- to include Hannibal.

There was no way that his boyfriend could move out there to live with him. Hannibal, living out there in the middle of nowhere, in Wolf Trap? The idea was almost laughable.

Hannibal had a practice in Baltimore, and he had a life there that was one he loved. He had obligations, and it would be much harder for him to fulfill them from here.

No, if anyone had to make major changes in their life in order to make this relationship work, it would have to be him. He couldn't ask his lover to make such sacrifices.

No, his dreams were going to have to change. He had already made the dream that he'd nurtured when he had lived in New Orleans, the dream of a place in the country, happen for himself.

It was time to reach for another dream - the dream of loving Hannibal and being with him.

This dream would be just as good as the other one, Will told himself, sitting up again. He would be with Hannibal, and he would learn to love Baltimore as much as he loved Wolf Trap.

Things would be different, and they might take some getting used to. But he could do it. Besides, it would be more than worth the move and the loss of a little privacy to be with Hannibal.

Will threw the covers back and stood up, reaching for a robe that was lying across a chair near the bed. It was time to have a talk about the future -- and where their dreams were leading them.