Title: Shadows Over the Light
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/John Reese
Fandom: Hannibal/Person of Interest
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 19, Light
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely John Reese or Jordan Hester, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Will looked up as the bell over the door jangled.

The attractive man was back again, he thought, feeling his heart leap in his chest. His blue eyes widened in recognition, a smile of greeting on his lips.

It suddenly struck Will that there seemed to be a great deal more light in the bookshop, the day was suddenly brightened immeasurably just because this man had walked in. He blushed at the thought; was it possible that this man could bring the light with him wherever he went?

Of course not, he chided himself. That was ridiculous. No one could do that. But still, he felt much better, knowing that this man had come back so soon.

Why had he done that? Why was he here again?

There could be a lot of reasons why he had come back, Will told himself. There was no reason to think that being interested in someone who worked here was one of them.

He'd probably just decided that he wanted to buy a book, Will told himself. There was no reason to get all wound up just because someone he thought was incredibly attractive had walked into the place. There was no reason for his heart to pound, for his breath to catch in his throat.

But it did, for some reason. And he could feel himself drawn even more to this man -- why hadn't they exchanged names? -- to the light that seemed to gather around him.

He got to his feet, smiling and searching for words that wouldn't sound stilted and uncomfortable. "Hello again. Did you decide that you wanted to look for a book?"

The man smiled back at him, and Will stepped closer, drawn towards the light that seemed to emanate from him almost without realizing it. "I realized that I didn't tell you my name, and that if you needed to get in touch with me, you wouldnt know it," he said, holding out a hand.

"I didn't tell you my name, either," Will said, suddenly feeling shy. "It's Will. Will Graham. Nice to meet you." He held out his own hand, hoping that it didn't tremble.

They clasped hands, and Will had to hold back a gasp.

He was sure that he he could feel the nebula of light that seemed to surround this man growing, spreading out from him, until it seemed to encompass everything.

"John," he heard, the words seeming dim and far away. "John .... Reese. It's nice to meet you, too." Their clasped hands parted after an all too brief handshake, and Will found it hard to pull away. He wanted to keep his hand in John's, to stand there and gaze into those eyes.

Was it his imagination, or had there been a slight hesitation before John gave his last name? Why would there have been? Was he hiding some deep, dark secret?

Suddenly, there was a shadow passing over John's bright light.