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Title: Rue the Day
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Everett Hobbs (Original Character)
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 23, Defeat
Author's Note: Everett's face is Benedict Cumberbatch.
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.


No wonder Everett hated Hannibal so much.

Will sighed softly, grasping his boyfriend's hand and twining their fingers together. He couldn't even imagine the kind of horror that Everett had lived through.

He didn't want to think about how he would feel if it had been Everett who had been murdered in such a horrible, brutal way, and he had discovered the body. He knew that something within him would be broken -- not just his heart, but his spirit and his will to go on, as well.

Everett must have felt that way when his lover had been killed. And he had gone on this crusade to stop the person who had committed that murder.

Will didn't blame him in the least for not accepting defeat.

He wouldn't have done that, either, he told himself firmly. He would have been just as strong as Everett was, and he would have seen this through to the bitter end.

Everett was the most incredible person he'd ever known. He was strong, and he was determined. Will had no doubt that his boyfriend would bring Hannibal to justice. Everett would achieve his objective; he was the kind of man who would always manage to get the job done.

And he would be right there by Everett's side through it all. He intend to help the other man in any way he could; they would put Hannibal behind bars together.

"We won't accept defeat," he murmured, squeezing Everett's hand gently. "We'll keep working to make sure he ends up in jail. We owe that to ourselves."

"Yes, we do," Everett agreed, returning the gentle pressure of Will's hand. "I didn't give up before, and that's paid off. If I hadn't kept on searching for a way to show the world what he really is, then I wouldn't have found you." His voice was very soft and husky, the love evident in his tone.

"If you hadn't found me, I'd probably still be in jail," Will said, swallowing back the lump that had risen to his throat. "And I'd never have found real love."

He turned his head to gaze into Everett's eyes.

No, they wouldn't accept defeat. There was no reason for them to do so. Hannibal might not be in jail yet, but he hadn't won this round. Not by a long shot.

Somehow, the two of them would expose him. They would show the world what a monster Hannibal was, and they would put him behind bars for the rest of his life. Then, the two of them would be vindicated, and Everett's former lover would be avenged. It would all have worked out.

He would have his own revenge, too, Will told himself with a grim inward smile. He would be the one to come out on top this time. He would win this cat and mouse game.

Hannibal would rue the day that he'd tried to take the two of them on.