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Title: Beyond Belief
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Aiden Gillan
Fandom: Hannibal/Blood and Chocolate
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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Aiden smiled a little hesitantly as he entered the kitchen, hoping that Will needed some help with making breakfast. After all, he was a fairly good cook.

"Can I help with anything?" he asked, his voice soft and hesitant.

Will turned around from the stove with a smile. He'd obviously been making pancakes; he indicated the stack of them on a plate in the center of the table.

"I already made pancakes, and I'm scrambling some eggs now. The bacon is ready, too. If you just want to pour the coffee, we can sit down in a couple of minutes," he answered.

Aiden nodded, doing as he'd been asked and going to the coffeepot. Will had already set two mugs on the table beside their plates, so he filled them, then got the milk out of the refrigerator. He sat down at his place, putting milk and sugar into his coffee and waiting for Will.

Within a few moments, Will was heaping scrambled eggs onto Aiden's plate. "Thanks," he said softly, smiling at the other man. "This looks fantastic."

Will returned the smile, sitting down and reaching for the milk. "I'm a decent cook, when I want to be," he said, his gaze not leaving Aiden's face. "You look like you could use some food."

Aiden nodded, not wanting to talk about how bad he probably looked.

He knew that sooner or later, Will was going to ask him about all he'd talked of last night. He didn't know exactly how he was going to answer.

Now that Will had slept, and had time to think about what he'd been told, would he still believe Aiden's words? Or would he think that he'd stumbled upon a madman?

It was hard to believe -- Aiden had to admit that. People didn't just embrace stories about werewolves and believe them out of hand. But every word that he'd said was true -- and Will hadn't heard the worst of what had been done to him. He'd guessed, but he didn't know what it had been like.

He didn't want to talk about that. Not now, not ever.

It was all beyond belief for anyone who wanted to keep themselves firmly anchored in the real world. And he thought that Will was one of those people.

But just in case he wasn't, he'd had to take a chance on telling this man the truth. Something told him that maybe, just maybe, Will would believe him, and stand by him.

He hoped that was the case, anyway. If not, then he was in big trouble.

Aiden helped himself to pancakes, then to the butter and maple syrup that Will had put on the table. For several long moments, they both ate in silence, until Aiden could bear it no longer. He looked across the table at Will, realizing that the other man was watching him with a bemused expression on his face.

"You're having a hard time believing everything I told you, aren't you?" Aiden asked, heaving a sigh. "I know, I know. It sounds a little crazy. It's beyond belief."

Will slowly shook his head, a small frown creasing his brow. "No, I believe you, Aiden. I don't think you could just make up something like that off the top of your head."

Aiden's heartbeat sped up, his eyes widening. He hadn't expected this.

He'd been so sure that Will would back off now that he knew the truth and had thought about it. He'd almost managed to convince himself that he was still alone.

But he should have known better, he admonished himself. He already knew that Will wasn't the kind of person who would ridicule him and think he was completely nuts.

No, Will was different from most people. Even though he'd heard something that might be hard for him to believe, he was going to take that leap of faith and keep an open mind. Most people wouldn't be willing to do that; he'd been incredibly lucky to stumble into this man's life.

"I didn't make it up," he said, his voice very soft. "Every word is true. I know that it might sound crazy, but my life has been a little crazy ever since those last few days in Romania."

"You don't have to convince me, Aiden," Will told him, his blue gaze meeting and holding Aiden's across the table. "I believe you. I don't doubt a word you've told me."

"Most people would," Aiden said, almost holding his breath.

If Will didn't believe him, then he had no one; that would mean that he was truly alone. But Will had just said that he did believe, and that meant a lot.

Aiden was sure that Will wasn't simply saying that just to make him feel calm; he could sense that Will really did believe all that he'd been told. Somehow, this man was willing to take that leap of faith, to accept all that he'd heard as the truth, even though it was beyond belief.

He let out his breath, nodding, allowing himself to relax in his chair. On impulse, he reached across the table to take Will's hand, needing that physical contact.

Will smiled, squeezing his hand gently.

"Now, we need to think about how we're going to get them out of your life," he said, his gaze no leaving Aiden's. "And something tells me that isn't going to be easy."

Aiden nodded, his gaze clouding. Will didn't know how true those words were.

The battle had barely begun. And it was one that the two of them had to win.

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