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Title: Under Observation
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Aiden Gillan
Fandom: Hannibal/Blood and Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Sequel to "Pushing the Fear Away."
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.


Were they still being watched, even now?

Will wanted to shade his eyes against the glare of the sun and look into the woods around his house, but he knew that even if he did, he would see nothing.

From what Aiden had told him about the werewolves, they were adept at hiding themselves. And at the moment, they wouldn't even look like wolves.

They would simply look like the most innocuous of people, probably even appearing friendly and benevolent. They would look like tourists to the area, just like anyone else who was new in town. No one would look at them twice; no one would guess what they really were.

That was probably why they had already been able to blend in so easily amongst the citizens of Wolf Trap, in the town. No one would have given them a second look.

Of course, no one would believe whwat they actually were, even if Will and Aiden had told them. Will almost couldn't believe it himself, but he knew that Aiden wouldn't lie.

He believed every word that Aiden had told him.

Yes, it was a fantastic tale -- but no one could make up something like that. If it had been less bizarre, then he might have doubted its veracity.

As it was, he couldn't doubt anything that Aiden had said to him. He believed it all -- and he knew that the two of them were in extraordinary danger now.

Those things were cruel and vindictive -- they wouldn't have followed Aiden here to the States if they weren't, and they certainly wouldn't have raped him so brutally. They intended to kill Aiden -- he had no doubt about that. And they would also kill anyone who tried to stand in their way.

That person standing in their way was him. Will's hands clenched into fists; he felt a rush of fear sweep over him, and he swallowed hard, once, then twice.

He wasn't going to let Aiden down. He would stand by the other man.

He'd faced dangerous situations before, hadn't he? He had survived all that Hannibal Lecter had tried to do to him, and he had come out on the other side.

Yes, he had been irrevocably changed by his involvement with Lecter. But he had pushed that darkness back, and in the end, he had been the winner of their battle.

And he would win this one, too, with Aiden's help.

Of course, it wasn't his battle to win. He was just the person helping a friend. But for some odd reason, he was already thinking of Aiden as more just a friend.

Why was he so enamored of this young man? Aiden hadn't done anything to make him feel that way -- and he didn't doubt that Aiden wouldn't want any kind of sexual involvement between them, at least not right now. But maybe in the future, they could become more. Much more.

It was the hope that he would cling to. He wanted Aiden's feelings towards him to turn romantic. His were already pointed in that direction, firmly and completely.

But first, they had to survive the battle that he knew was coming. And they had no idea when, or where, their opponents might strike out at them.

That put them at a distinct disadvantage.

It was frightening to think that they were so vulnerable, but there was nothing they could do to make themselves any safer. They would just have to try to be prepared.

What else could they do? He had racked his brains to think of some kind of trap to set, but he had come up empty. They would just have to rely on their wits.

They wouldn't win this fight by brute strength; the werewolves had that on their side. And they also had the advantage of being able to change shape. They would obviously be much more dangerous in their wolf forms than they were as humans. That was the scariest thing about all of this.

Will had fears in going up against people, especially those that he knew to be ruthless. But he was beyond terrified at the thought of facing off against a pack of werewolves.

Still, he had to do this. For Aiden. Because if he didn't, he knew that the young man he was falling for would be killed, and he would mourn for the rest of his life.

That is, if the werewolves left him alive -- which they more than likely wouldn't.

A shudder went through Will at the thought of possibly being torn apart by werewolves; that wasn't the way he wanted to go. But it was a risk that he would have to take.

He also didn't want to think about what they had done to Aiden -- because they could possibly decide to visit that kind of fate on him before his death, as well.

Will quickly tried to direct his thoughts onto another path; that wasn't something that he wanted to imagine, even though he was sure that his imagination would be far worse than anything that could actually happen. Still, it was better not to even let the thoughts get into his head.

Instead, he needed to concentrate on the fact that they were being watched, and figure out how to keep any possible intruders out of the house.

That would be difficult to do, but they had to try. The house was their place of safety -- and, he told himself, they also had the dogs for added protection.

Though the werewolves would undoubtedly be able to kill his dogs.

That was yet another thing that he didn't want to think about; he hated the idea of his dogs being savaged by wolves while they were trying to protect himself and Aiden.

The thought made him want to cry, but he wasn't going to do that. Somehow, he would find a way to keep his beloved pets safe -- and defeat Aiden's enemies.

Just how they were supposed to manage that was beyond him, but he would find a way. He and Aiden would walk away from this battle victorious, and they would have a future together. Aiden would stay here in Wolf Trap with him, and they would build a life for themselves.

At least, that was what he hoped would happen. There was no way for him to know if it would actually take place, but he would hold on to that vision.

Will felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle; he finally gave in to the urge to shade his eyes with his hand and peer at the foliage of the woods.

He was under observation. He was sure of it.

He had no doubt that he was being watched. He could almost feel eyes on him, intent gazes that felt as though they were seeing through to his very soul.

For just a moment, he wanted to cover himself; he felt as though he was stark naked, exposed to anyone who might happen to be looking. Was this some kind of power that the werewolves had? Could they induce fear, make humans feel exposed and terrified?

If they could, then that was just what they were doing to him. He straightened up, sending an angry glare around him. He was going to let himself be intimidated.

That was what they wanted, and he wouldn't give in to their desires.

Well, they wouldn't find either him or Aiden willing victims, Will told himself firmly, his hands clenching into fists again. The two of them would fight. To the death, if necessary.

He could only hope that they would be the victors.

Because he wasn't ready to die. Not before he had a chance for a life with Aiden.

Turning on his heel, Will strode back into the house, sure that he was still under observation as he closed the door behind him, and hoping that no one could see past the locked door.