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Title: Wilderness
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 20, Darkness
Author's Note: Sequel to "Wanderer."
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 shivered as he huddled under a blanket on his couch after getting back inside the house; he still felt the chill of being outside in nothing but his t-shirt and boxers. He hated sleepwalking, especially in the winter. One of these days, he'd end up with pneumonia.

He was surprised that he didn't have frostbite; there was no telling how long he'd been walking around outside barefoot, with barely any clothes on.

The sleepwalking was getting worse lately, and he had no idea how to stop it. Was it proof that he was further disconnecting from reality, that his mind was going off into some wilderness that his body tried to follow it to? The thought was terrifying.

Will was afraid that he would get lost in that wilderness.

What if something happened to him the next time his body decided to go for a walk in his sleep? What if he was hit by a car while he was walking down the middle of the road?

Or what if .... Will shivered at the thought as his mind completed it. What if he was attacked? Kidnapped? Raped? Would his body continue to sleep through such a physical experience? Or would be somehow wake up during the middle of it?

The scariest thing was that he was completely in the darkness when it came to dealing with this problem. He didn't know anyone else who sleepwalked; even reading about others' experiences never seemed to truly describe his own.

He was in the dark, and he couldn't help feeling that he was wandering around lost, with no way to get back to the light and to safety.

Even Hannibal couldn't help him with this.

Nobody could help him. He was fumbling in the darkness, and he would have to find his own way out. There was no one there to help him, no one to guide him into the light. He would simply have to take whatever helping hand might be held out.

Hannibal would hold out that hand, he was sure. He would simply have to trust in the other man to lead him to safety, to where he needed to be.

Will shivered again, wishing that Hannibal's hand was held out to him now. He needed to find a way out of the darkness before it swallowed him up. He didn't want to enter it again; better to stay away from it, and hope that it wouldn't reach out for him any time soon.