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He feels an obligation and responsibility. He wants her to have a future and to protect her. That's what Will thinks about as he drives off. Their intimacy level should never have gone higher than that. Their relationship should've been strictly professional. There's no way he could let anyone into his life, not anymore. Lecter's made sure of that. If Will actually pursued this, she'd be put in a line of danger. Will decided that in the commute to Lecter's house, his thoughts about the night's events would eventually come back to taunt him.
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Alone, in the kitchen clutching the edges of the sink, she stared at nothing. Nothing could save the embarrassment eating her up. Would Will kick her out? Would he send her to a foster home, like she was supposed to? Suddenly the conversation she thought back to with Hannibal seemed to engulf her thoughts.

"Your father never wished for anything but your happiness." Lecter's voice cleared the room of any silence. Anna shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

"My 'father' threatened to kill me." She shivered, not accepting that deranged man was her father.

"Out of love." He suggested.

"That wasn't love. Threatening to kill your surrogate child isn't love. Neither was blaming me for his sins." She scoffed.

"Every family loves differently. Every love is unique. You deny your love for your father because of what it might mean about you." He said as a matter of factly.

"He was never my father. But even then and now I deny him any right to me. He was delusional. This wasn't supposed to happen to me. I don't believe that."

"Then what do you believe?"

"That I am survivor. The tabloids and news, they all label me as a victim. I wasn't. I could've escaped many times, but I was unwilling. I knew what'd he do to those poor girls in the neighborhood if I left. I'd murder their futures, even my own. I've begun to believe the nightmares."

"Will and I can help you with the nightmares."

"I've seen Will. He's not exactly getting any better either. I have Jack to blame."

"Well, when he sent him to his dark place, he brought something back."

"You're referring to me?" She blurted. There was a silent pause.

"He certainly feels responsible for you, I cannot recount how many nights he spent in your hospital room. You're quite important."
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The door slammed shut and she was pulled from her thoughts. Immediately recognizing the footfalls, she ran to the room she found solace in. Her own room. She quickly knelt down to pick up the duffle bag she'd brought with her the first day, and threw it on the bed. She couldn't face Will, not right now. Moving to the nightstand, she pulled from the drawers her things. It wasn't much but it would have to do. Her hands shook as she threw everything inside the bag. When the footsteps came to a halt at her door, she paused.

"What're you doing?" Will questioned.

"How many nights did you spend in my hospital room?"

"7."

"Do you feel responsible for me?"

"Yes."

"You don't have to anymore.' She thought out loud. 'I was thinking about what Hannibal said. He makes me think there's something wrong with me. I feel scarred. I know what people think I did. They're wrong. I could've stopped him. But I was selfish. I thought no one cared about me. But he made me feel weak. He made me feel like I was nothing, and then he tries to drag me down with him. Will, is there something wrong with me?" She brought her hands up to her head, almost in an attempt to soothe the outburst she was having.

Will recognizes this, and makes his way to be in front of her, trying to calm her.

"There was plenty wrong with the man. But, there's nothing wrong with you. You're a survivor. You have nothing to apologize for, it was all his fault. Sometimes you have to be selfish." Will's attempt to placate her, reassured her about their stance. But she still felt the need to let her feelings out. She'd bottled them up for god knows how long. Her shoulders shook with each breath and sob that escaped her. All the pain and suffering she felt, she let out in sobs. Feeling her knees go weak, she collapsed on the floor, her crying filling the room. Will knelt down to her level and for the first time, offered himself to her. She hesitated to even embrace him, until he pulled her into the hug. Will knew the dangers of being close. Especially now, if Hannibal also had her wrapped around his finger. Will mentally cursed him, and then made a decision. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her, not like before.

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He feels an obligation and responsibility. He wants her to have a future and to protect her. That's what Will thinks about as he drives off. Their intimacy level should never have gone higher than that. Their relationship should've been strictly professional. There's no way he could let anyone into his life, not anymore. Lecter's made sure of that. If Will actually pursued this, she'd be put in a line of danger. Will decided that in the commute to Lecter's house, his thoughts about the night's events would eventually come back to taunt him.
-

Alone, in the kitchen clutching the edges of the sink, she stared at nothing. Nothing could save the embarrassment eating her up. Would Will kick her out? Would he send her to a foster home, like she was supposed to? Suddenly the conversation she thought back to with Hannibal seemed to engulf her thoughts.

"Your father never wished for anything but your happiness." Lecter's voice cleared the room of any silence. Anna shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

"My 'father' threatened to kill me." She shivered, not accepting that deranged man was her father.

"Out of love." He suggested.

"That wasn't love. Threatening to kill your surrogate child isn't love. Neither was blaming me for his sins." She scoffed.

"Every family loves differently. Every love is unique. You deny your love for your father because of what it might mean about you." He said as a matter of factly.

"He was never my father. But even then and now I deny him any right to me. He was delusional. This wasn't supposed to happen to me. I don't believe that."

"Then what do you believe?"

"That I am survivor. The tabloids and news, they all label me as a victim. I wasn't. I could've escaped many times, but I was unwilling. I knew what'd he do to those poor girls in the neighborhood if I left. I'd murder their futures, even my own. I've begun to believe the nightmares."

"Will and I can help you with the nightmares."

"I've seen Will. He's not exactly getting any better either. I have Jack to blame."

"Well, when he sent him to his dark place, he brought something back."

"You're referring to me?" She blurted. There was a silent pause.

"He certainly feels responsible for you, I cannot recount how many nights he spent in your hospital room. You're quite important."
-

The door slammed shut and she was pulled from her thoughts. Immediately recognizing the footfalls, she ran to the room she found solace in. Her own room. She quickly knelt down to pick up the duffle bag she'd brought with her the first day, and threw it on the bed. She couldn't face Will, not right now. Moving to the nightstand, she pulled from the drawers her things. It wasn't much but it would have to do. Her hands shook as she threw everything inside the bag. When the footsteps came to a halt at her door, she paused.

"What're you doing?" Will questioned.

"How many nights did you spend in my hospital room?"

"7."

"Do you feel responsible for me?"

"Yes."

"You don't have to anymore.' She thought out loud. 'I was thinking about what Hannibal said. He makes me think there's something wrong with me. I feel scarred. I know what people think I did. They're wrong. I could've stopped him. But I was selfish. I thought no one cared about me. But he made me feel weak. He made me feel like I was nothing, and then he tries to drag me down with him. Will, is there something wrong with me?" She brought her hands up to her head, almost in an attempt to soothe the outburst she was having.

Will recognizes this, and makes his way to be in front of her, trying to calm her.

"There was plenty wrong with the man. But, there's nothing wrong with you. You're a survivor. You have nothing to apologize for, it was all his fault. Sometimes you have to be selfish." Will's attempt to placate her, reassured her about their stance. But she still felt the need to let her feelings out. She'd bottled them up for god knows how long. Her shoulders shook with each breath and sob that escaped her. All the pain and suffering she felt, she let out in sobs. Feeling her knees go weak, she collapsed on the floor, her crying filling the room. Will knelt down to her level and for the first time, offered himself to her. She hesitated to even embrace him, until he pulled her into the hug. Will knew the dangers of being close. Especially now, if Hannibal also had her wrapped around his finger. Will mentally cursed him, and then made a decision. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her, not like before.