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Title: Obscuring the Truth
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 1, Clouds
Author's Note: Sequel to "The World on His Shoulders."
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.


There were a lot of clouds in the sky today.

Will sighed as he looked up, squinting. There would be no sunshine peeking through those clouds, he was sure, just as no light shone into his dilemma.

He was no closer to figuring out what had happened on the night he'd been attacked. And now he had no memory of the night that had just passed, though he knew that something had happened with Hannibal. He could tell from how his body felt.

Why couldn't he remember? Why were these dark clouds obscuring his memory, taking away something that he should be able to cling to, something pleasant?

It seemed that fate didn't want him to have any pleasant memories.

He hated these clouds that swept across his memories and blanked them out; he wanted to get rid of those clouds, to bring his memories out into the open.

He wanted to banish them all to the far reaches of his mind, to shine some light into the darkened corners of his memory, but that seemed impossible. Will had never felt so frustrated in his life, not even when he was faced with a case that looked as if it was impossible to solve.

Maybe the frustration was just overwhelming him because this wasn't a case -- it was his life, he told himself. He felt like a victim, and he hated it.

The last thing he wanted was to see himself as a victim. He was stronger than that; he wasn't going to let this lack of memory beat him down.

It was just so horribly frustrating to feel that memories were there, lurking just under the surface of his mind, just behind those clouds that obscured his vision. If only they would dissipate, clear away and leave him with the knowledge of what had happened that night!

Will sighed softly, knowing that he was hoping for too much. If he couldn't remember the night that had just passed, then he certainly couldn't remember one from weeks ago.

It was time to make peace with the missing memory, and try to move on.

That was really all he could do, wasn't it? Will sighed again; he wished that he could put all of this out of his mind, stop thinking about it, at least for the time being.

No, what he really wanted was for the clouds that blocked his mind to part, to reveal those missing memories and let him find out what had happened, and who had attacked him. Then he could put his mind at rest, and get on with his life, putting the whole incident behind him.

Until then, he knew that he would always feel unsettled whenever his mind turned in this direction -- which it seemed to be doing all the time lately.

Those clouds were nowhere close to dissipating.

In fact, they were darker now than they'd ever been.

Something told him that those clouds would always obscure the truth.