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Title: Windows of His Mind
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 5, Memory
Author's Note: Sequel to "This Is No Dream."
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 sat up in bed, his blue eyes wide.

He pressed a hand against his chest, trying to calm his racing heart. He couldnt keep having these nightmares; at some point, he needed to get back to sleep.

He'd never slept well, but lately, the memories of the night that he'd been attacked by his mysterious assailant kept coming back. It was as though he viewed that night in his dreams through a veil -- and that veil was being slowly, ever so slowly, pulled back.

If he could keep dreaming about what had happened that night, Will was sure that the memory would finally come fully to light, and he'd know who his attacker had been.

But how much longer could he deal with these nightmares?

He sighed and ran a hand over his face, wishing that it was closer to time for him to get up and get ready for work. But a glance at the clock made him sigh with frustration.

It was only a little past two in the morning. He didn't have to be up and moving around for over four hours, and he wasn't going to sit here and try to concentrate on a book, not when his mind was reeling, his thoughts going in circles around his own problems.

The memory was there, just under the surface. He could almost feel it trying to come to light, as if it was knocking on the windows of his mind, demanding entrance.

But those windows remained stubbornly closed, refusing to let the curtains that shrouded that memory be pulled back to let the light inside.

All he wanted was for that memory to break free, to come to the surface gasping and drawing in great gulps of air, so that he could finally know who had attacked him and put the whole episode behind him. If he didn't find out soon, he was sure that he'd go insane.

Of course, a lot of people would say that he was already insane, and that it was his own mental instability that had caused this, he thought with a sour smile.

And maybe those people were absolutely right.

He lay back down on the pillows, wide-eyed, staring up at the ceiling. What if he couldn't go back to sleep? He would risk falling asleep at work.

Somehow, that didn't seem to matter. He had much bigger things to worry about than merely drifting off when he was in his office, or between classes. He had to worry about that memory that was being dragging to the surface of his mind, kicking and screaming all the way.

He had to know who had been behind his attack. That was the only way to stop the nightmares and return to what, for him, passed as a normal life.

Will closed his eyes, determined to try to sleep again.

Slowly but surely, the windows of his mind were opening.

Though Will didn't think he'd like what he saw there.