Title: Impossible
Author: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandoms: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: Uncle Walt challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: "It's kind of fun to do the impossible." -- Walt Disney
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Sherlock Holmes, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


"This isn't something you can solve easily, Sherlock."

Will's words made Sherlock glance up at his boyfriend; the younger man was sitting acorss the kitchen table from him, frowning at the papers Sherlock had handed him.

"It's quite a challenge, Will," Sherlock said, his voice betraying his inner excitement. "This is a case unlike any I've ever heard of. Though I don't believe, as the reporter who wrote this rather sensationalistic piece obviously does, that the supernatural is involved."

"I don't believe in the supernatural," Will said absently, his gaze still scanning the paper. "Every time anybody thinks that's involved, it turns out to be a plan old living person."

"I've had cases before where people swore that the supernatural played a large part, but I've never believed in it, either," Sherlock mused, watching Will with a smile on his lips. "Though there was a point during one case when I thought I saw something ...."

"There was?" Will raised his head, looking interested. "What did you think you saw? And how did you figure out that it wasn't actually supernatural?"

Sherlock blushed slightly, looking a little shamefaced.

"I, and some of the people with me, were drugged," he mumbled, not wanting to admit that he'd been fooled by something so simple. "We saw what we were induced to see."

"That's what it was like with Hannibal and me, when I thought he was my friend," Will said quietly, shaking his head. "And I wasn't drugged .... well, not really. He was inducing my seizures, and exacerbating the encephalitis, but I was his friend of my own free will."

"No, you weren't, Will," Sherlock said, his voice a little sharp. "You would never have gotten anywhere near him if you'd known what evil he was capable of."

Will considered the words, then nodded slowly.

"I guess you're right," he said, his tone thoughtful. "If I'd known what he was really like, I would never have had anything to do with him. But I didn't know, unfortunately."

"You were coerced into a false friendship," Sherlock said softly, reaching out to take Will's hand. "No one can blame you for that, Will. You had no idea what he was, or what he had planned for you." He frowned, his expression troubled. "And I don't think we've seen the last of him."

Will shivered at the thought, instinctively wrapping his arms around himself. "I hope we have. I hope we don't have anything to do with him again. Ever."

"You won't have to," Sherlock said softly, a slight frown marring his brow as he watched Will. "I promise you that, Will. You'll never have to deal with him again."

He hoped that was true; he hadn't realized just how much Will was still traumatized by his association with that hideous monster. Somehow, he felt that their dealings with Hannibal Lecter weren't over, even though an ocean separated them now.

But he would cope with that when and if Hannibal showed up in their lives again. And he would protect Will in every way that he could.

Now, however, he had something else on his mind.

He wanted them to work this case together, to bring the facts to light and uncover the possibilities. It would be something that they could share professionally.

He'd wanted to work with Will from the first, and this case seemed to be the perfect opportunity for them to do so. It would help to strengthen Will's reputation with Scotland Yard, too -- after all, hadn't he solved what were reputed to be impossible cases with the FBI?

This case presented an opportunity for them in a professional light, so show the Yard that they could be a formidable team when they worked together.

Sherlock had no doubt that they would work smoothly as a professional team.

Will was right; this case wasn't going to be easily solved. But he didn't believe for a moment it had any ral elements of the supernatural within it.

There were no vengeful ghosts, no spirits from beyond the grave. No, this person who had come to him was being hounded by someone composed entirely of flesh and blood, and he was going to prove that fact -- and put the perpetrator of the fraud behind bars.

He had been told that this case would be impossible to solve. Lestrade had seemed to think that there was no way to bring this criminal to justice.

Sherlock disagreed with him. It would be fun to do what Scotland Yard considered impossible; he'd done it before, and had confounded them as to how he'd discovered just what had happened and unraveled a tangle that they'd thought no facts could be extricated from.

The impossible was right in his line of work, he told himself with a smile. And with Will by his side, he was sure that he would solve this case even more quickly.

The two of them would work as a team. As partners.

He couldn't wait for that, Sherlock thought with rising excitement. It would be the first case he and Will had worked on together, and he was sure that they would mesh well.

Working with his boyfriend on a case would bring them even closer; it would show them facets of each other that they hadn't seen before. It was something that would only solidify their relationship, the personal side as well as the professional one.

"Now then," he said briskly, his gaze meeting Will's as the younger man finished reading the papers he held and looked up at Sherlock. "Where do you think we should start?"

He was interested in seeing just what Will's answer would be.

Will studied the papers again, then pointed to a paragraph that had held Sherlock's interest as well. "Here. It seems the most logical place for a beginning."

That was exactly what Sherlock had thought, though he hadn't wanted to say so before Will pointed it out. It seemed that he had been right, and that the two of them would be able to work together well. Will's mind ran along the same track as his own.

His spirits rose at the thought of taking on cases with Will by his side; not only as his partner in a personal relationship, but in a working capacity as well. It was the best of both worlds.

Nothing was impossible. Not for the two of them.