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Title: Keeping Silent
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 24, Silence
Author's Note: Sequel to "Obscuring the Truth."
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.


Hannibal sat in silence, contemplating the night just past.

He had awakened early this morning, blinking at the sunlight that had filtered into his bedroom. His first thoughts had been of Will, and if he was awake yet.

Somehow, he realized that he had seen Will last night -- even though the young man had been in Wolf Trap, and he had supposedly been asleep here in Baltimore, in his own home. The two places were miles apart; it took nearly two hours to get from one to the other.

Yet he had somehow seen Will last night; he had seen the young man at his home, standing on his front porch. He had looked upon Will's face.

He hadn't been in Wolf Trap last night. He knew that.

But when he had gone to his closet to choose his clothes for the day, he had glanced down at his shoes, the ones that he had worn yesterday -- and frozen.

The shoes had been muddy and still had leaves clinging to them. Leaves that he knew, somehow, could have only come from the woods around Will's house in Wolf Trap, a place where he'd been walking several times with the younger man, a place he enjoyed being in.

But he was absolutely certain that he hadn't been there last night. Or if he had, then he certainly didn't remember it. Not at all.

And if he had been there, at Will's home, spending time with him, then he would remember it -- wouldn't he? Hannibal asked himself. He wasn't likely to simply forget.

As reluctant as he was to admit it, he apparently had been in Wolf Trap last night. He had apparently gotten up and dressed, then driven there in the middle of the night -- and a part of his unconscious mind could remember having seen Will at his home.

He was sure that Will had no idea that he'd been there. The mud and leaves on his shoes were proof that he had been there, probably hidden in the forest.

Why would he have done that? What was wrong with him?

That was a question that he usually asked Will, Hannibal told himself with a sigh. But it looked as though he could have problems that were just as serious.

For the moment, he would keep his silence. There was no need for Will to know that he'd been in Wolf Trap; but there was a theory forming in his mind, one that he didn't like to contemplate, but that he couldn't simply dismiss out of hand. It was growing, forming in his mind.

It wasn't an idea that he wanted to entertain, but he had no choice in the matter. And he was starting to believe that it was the answer they had been searching for.

He was the one who had attacked Will.

He was keeping silent -- for now. Perhaps forever.

Because in this case, he really didn't know what to say.