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Title: Every Word Is True
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Aiden Gillan
Fandom: Hannibal/Blood and Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
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.

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Aiden turned his face up to the shower spray, closing his eyes and letting himself relax.

He was safe here. Will was someone he could trust; he didn't feel in the least threatened by the other man. He already felt that Will was someone he could depend on.

There was just this aura about Will that made Aiden feel he could be trusted. He already felt comfortable in this house; it seemed as though he somehow belonged here.

That was crazy, he told himself sternly. He didn't belong here. He was only staying here temporarily; Will was being nice enough offer him refuge for the night, shelter when he needed it most. He was sure that tomorrow, Will would take him back to the hotel he'd been staying in, and that would be it.

Would they become friends if he stayed around here? He couldn't help but feel that they would; he felt strangely drawn to Will, for some reason that he couldn't fathom.

He was just glad that he had somewhere to stay for the night, a place where he could feel safe. No one would get to him here, he was sure of that.

The dogs would keep him safe. Now that was an odd feeling.

Of course, he'd never been uncomfortable around dogs until the past year or so. Ever since that awful last night that he'd been in Romania, the night that had changed his life ....

Aiden shivered in spite of the hot water pouring down on him, feeling the need to cross his arms protectively over his body. He didn't want to think about that night.

He wanted to push all of those bad memories out of his mind, as though they had never happened. He didn't want to let them come into his thoughts again, though he knew that they would. At some point, he had to confront those memories and put them to rest, or they would haunt him for the rest of his life.

But for tonight, he just wanted to take a shower and get a good night's sleep. He needed to recuperate from all that had happened, keep it pushed to the edges of his consciousness.

Aiden sighed softly as he thought of the man in the other room, knowing that Will would probably have a lot of questions for him. Questions that he wasn't sure how to answer.

Will would want to know who he'd been running from, and why they were after him. He would also want to know what had happened out there in the woods, and why Aiden had been passed out on the front steps of his house. And he'd more than likely want to know why Aiden had been afraid of the dogs.

None of those questions had easy answers -- and some of them were questions that he didn't want to answer. The answers would make him sound like a crazy person.

Would Will believe the story that he had to tell, if he spilled the truth? Aiden didn't think so. He doubted that anyone would believe him; everyone would think that he was insane.

But it was all true. Every word of it, all the bad memories.

It sounded crazy, even to his own ears. But he hadn't just been chased by wolves. They had been .... werewolves. And they had intended to end his life.

How could he explain to Will that the loup garou of legends were actually real, and that he had managed to run afoul of them?

He really didn't want to tell Will how his pursuers had taken their revenge on him when they had finally caught up to him. Not that he had done anything wrong -- he had only followed his heart. But his heart had led him in the wrong direction, and it had made a terrible mistake.

He should have known that the person he'd thought would be his salvation would turn on him. He should have known that instinct would take over.

Aiden took a deep breath as he bent down to turn the shower water off. That was in the past now. There was no use in thinking about it any more. It was over and done.

And now, he knew who he was. There was no more guessing.

He knew that he was a gay man, a man who liked other men. He had lied to himself about that for far too long, and it had been way past time to be honest with himself and others.

Aiden took a deep breath as he stepped out of the shower, wincing as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He reached for the towel that Will had apparently laid out for him, wrapping it around his waist, He didn't want to look at the numerous bruises and scrapes on his flesh.

If he looked, that would bring back everything that had happened, and the last thing he wanted to do right now was to think about that. He needed to forget, if only for a little while.

But Will would have questions -- and he owed his rescuer answers.

He sighed again as the bad memories came flooding back, knowing that he would have to talk with Will. He couldn't avoid the other man's questions, not if he wanted to stay here.

Slowly, he dried himself off, then began to get dressed in the t-shirt and sweatpants that Will had left for him. He had no idea what had been done with his own clothes.

When he was finished dressing, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes before he opened the door.

It was time to talk about all that had happened. He wondered if Will would believe his fantastical story; sometimes, he could hardly believe it himself.

But every word of it was true, and the bad memories that it engendered would have to be dealt with at some point. He might as well start sorting things out tonight.

Even if that was going to be extremely hard for him to do.

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