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pesky--dust · 1 year ago

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I'm rewatching season 3 of Hannibal (again) and I cannot stop thinking about Molly. She seems so pure and precious, and she deserves a better and safer life than she had with Will. But I can’t stop thinking about what exactly she knew about Will’s “previous” life. Hugh Dancy told that Molly knew about Will’s relationship with Hannibal in the most basic way; he used an analogy between Will and Hannibal of a really bad relationship, a terrible breakup, or like a mistress. That’s all.

But imagine: Abigail didn't die in Mizumono. She was convicted of her crimes, but Will didn't want to leave her alone, so he visited her, sent her presents, and so on, because she was a daughter-figure for him. And yet he married Molly and became Wally's foster father. Will couldn't explain THAT in the simplest possible way to Molly.

Did I create some kind of horrible ooc crack fanfic about that to have fun? Well... maybe.

Here you are:

“Okay. You told me to not believe a single word of Freddie Lounds' articles, so I'm listening to you.” Molly, sitting opposite her partner at the table, grabbed a cup of hot tea. She felt it's going to be a difficult conversation.

“Yes. Exactly. She isn't even a real journalist, she is just a tabloid journalist and she hates me.” Will nodded his head slowly with his eyelids lowered, unable to bring himself to look at the woman he was about to propose to in the near future (unless he became a single after this conversation). “You see, I have a daughter, surrogate one, but a daughter.”

“Why didn't you tell me this earlier?”, she looked at him, knitting her brows.

“Well, it's a little bit complicated. I had to think what to say, since Abigail is right now in the prison.”, he sighed heavily.

“Excuse me?”

At first Molly thought his surrogate daughter was a small girl, teenager maybe, and not a grown up woman. She wanted really badly to meet her, so her son could have a half-sister but now, given the fact that Will told her his surrogate daughter was right now in the prison... Molly changed her mind very fast.

“She is Garret Jacob Hobbs’ daughter.”, he couldn’t bring himself to look at Molly. He spread his hands wide on the table and started tapping his fingers on the countertop, feeling the need to do something with his hands, “She helped her biological father kill innocent girls her age, killed the brother of one of those girls in self-defense, and pushed a person out a window.”, unable to stop ordinary human curiosity about her reaction to these information, he looked at her insecurely.

“Whaaat? Can you please tell me exactly how she became your surrogate daughter?”, for a brief moment, she managed to make eye contact with him. She truly didn’t understand it at all.

“Fuuu.”, he sighed. “I killed her biological father when he tried to slit her throat.”

“You orphaned her and decided to be her surrogate father?”, his statement sounded to her downright comical, absurd. Why would he do that? The girl was certainly traumatized by what her father wanted to do to her, and her father's killer decided to become her new father! What Will thought while adopting her!? What had she feel then?

“Pretty much. But it wasn't my idea! You see... you know Hannibal Lecter, right?”, the mere mention of a man embarrassed him. He became really afraid of her perception of his relationship with infamous criminal. He wasn't like Hannibal. He wasn't like him! He wasn't... lying to himself.

He grabbed a cup of tea and drank two large sips of it to get rid of the sudden dryness of his throat.

“Hannibal the Cannibal?”, Molly raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, the same. You see... he was there with me, when I killed Gareth Jacob Hobbs.”, he looked at his mug, tapping it with his fingers.

“Excuse me?”

“He was helping the FBI! Just I was. And he was my psychiatrist, unofficial one, so I could work for the FBI. Alana, one of my friends, and Jack, my ex-boss, recommended him to me as my paddle when I was working on the cases.”, he started babbling, feeling the urge to justify himself; he didn't know if he tried harder to justify himself to her or to himself. “I think he saved her more than I did. After all, he's the one who covered her wound with his hands, since I was too panicked to do it properly after killing her dad.”, he blinked twice trying to get the dead body of Garret Jacob Hobbs out of his mind. “Actually, okay, we saved her life together. And he started telling me we were responsible for her, that we are her fathers now. Fu...” he sighed. “That sounds so bad... but there was nothing between us, really! Don't believe the press! You know I'm not a murderer, I had no chose then; it was saving her or letting him kill yet another person. And Hannibal and I are not and never have been “murder husbands” as some believe that.”.

Out of anger, he practically spoke through clenched teeth. He was really mad at Freddie for naming him and Hannibal that way. Will's life was already complicated because of his relationship with Lecter, and he felt he had to start a new life somewhere else so that people wouldn't look at him as he was some monster only because he had some messy past with infamous Hannibal the Cannibal. He knew students at the university wouldn't stop asking him about his relationship with Lecter or about Hannibal the Cannibal's trial, which he couldn't talk to anyone about; the fact he was the key witness in his ex-unofficial-psychiatrist's trial didn't help at all. Freddie's article just made it harder for him to not be associated with cruel Hannibal Lecter; she made them husbands after all. Will was really lucky man that he met Molly, this wonderful woman in this city he decided to live after all the storm in his life caused by his work for the FBI. He was also very lucky, since Molly actually gave him a chance. Maybe both of them simply liked to collect strays.

“We simply have a daughter together.”, Will added to clarify. “Oh no, it doesn’t sounds any better.”, he put the fingers of his right hand on his temples. He felt horrible.

“Okay, okay. Don’t be so tense.”, she smiled at him encouragingly. She saw it was a difficult topic for him, but since he had already started talking about it, she wanted to know as much as she could about his past and she knew she has to be delicate. “It's... weird, but I get it, I just need some time to wrap my head around it.”, she drank her tea. “Can you tell me what happened later?”

“Hannibal framed me for his crimes. Everyone thought I killed Abigail and a few other people. And then... when he actually got me out of the Baltimore Hospital for Criminally Insane connecting Chesapeake Ripper's murders with murders commited by the copycat killer, it turned out he didn't kill Abigail. He wanted to give her a chance to have a normal, safe life, since the FBI was sure she was helping her father and gave her no peace. He was, and I believe he still is, obsessed with teacups coming back together.”, he lifted his cup, feeling for a moment the urge to smash it on the floor for demonstration purposes, but decided it would be an overdo. Instead, he took a quick sip of tea and put the cup back on the table. “Abigail was supposed to be his present for me, when we were supposed to leave in two; he wanted to surprise me and I... wanted to surprise him. I was still working for the FBI, against him and he found out about it.”, his voice trembled for the very short moment; it was tough and quite literally — a sharp memory. “He gutted me and slit Abigail's throat. The cuts, according to the doctors, were surgical. They told he didn't mean to kill us.”

“That’s a lot, you know?”, Molly rested her head on her arms against the table. “Oh my God, actually, that’s crazy. You are the one who caught him tho, right?”, she waved her hand towards him. “How?”

“So first, after I woke up from the coma, I sailed to Italy.”

“You did what?!”

“When we were making plans to run away together, he kept telling me about Norman Chapel in Palermo! This is one of his favourite places. But I didn’t found him there, in Chapel waited only his broken heart...”, almost as soon as he said those words, Will regretted them. This conversation was one big mistake. He should just tell her that he has a surrogate daughter who's in prison and not talk about their complicated relationship with Hannibal Lecter.

“What? What?”, she couldn't stop to question it. That sounded suspicious. Why would Hannibal the Cannibal leave his — broken — heart in the chapel? Was It meant for someone? She had an unsettling feeling that Will was supposed to know about this. It all sounded more and more absurd and scary at the same time. However, she did not want to put too much pressure on her partner. She appreciated that someone as introverted as Will decided to open up to her, so she was waiting for what he would say next.

“I mean— technically, it was a man, but Hannibal created an anatomically accurate heart out of him. Nevermind.”, he waved his hand. “Like I said, I didn't find Hannibal there... So I went to Lecter's estate in Lithuania to understand him better. There I met someone who was like a family member to him and thanks to that person I learned that he was in Florence. We found ourselves in front of Botticelli's Primavera at the Uffizi Gallery. I tried to kill him, he tried to eat my brain... but we got kidnapped.”

“So your scars aren't from the accident?”, he told her so, but given the new informations she highly doubed it.

“Well... you are right. I’m sorry for not telling truth about it.”

“Who kidnapped you?”

“Mason Verger.”

“Massacre at Muskrat Farm?”, it was a very loud case. The thought of what happened out there made Molly shiver.

“Yes.”, he nodded.

“Don't get me wrong, because I’m glad you did, but how did you survive? I mean— Lecter didn’t kill only three people there.”

“Hannibal's decision. He rescued me and took me home safely; treated my wounds and so on while I was asleep after being drugged by Mason's henchman.”

That statement sounded awkward. There was a dead silence. They both looked at the table, drank tea.

“Okaaay...”, Molly started finally. “He surrendered. How did you convince him to do that?”

“I told him I miss my dogs and I'm not going to miss him nor intend to find him or look for him. I told him simply I don't want to know where he is or what he does and that I don't want to think about him anymore.”, Will swallowed saliva loudly.

“That’s... it? He decided to surrender because of that?! He is a serial killer and a cannibal! Your words were enough? You are convincing, I guess.”, she smiled at him awkwardly. “You really didn’t call cops or anything else?”

“No. I had simply enough of everyting, I just really wanted to be left alone. Within three days, I was pushed out a train, shot, my skull was almost open, I was kidnapped, my face was almost removed, and it all happened because I knew him and I wanted to find him.”

“And he left you alone just like that? Didn’t try to kill you or talk to you?”, that seemed impossible; she knew Hannibal the Cannibal was a monster; the whole world knew that! And yet... he seemed to be so gentle with Will. Molly tried not to think about it.

“No. The last thing I heard from him were words he said while surrending.”

“What was that? Did he threaten you?”

“Fuuu...”, for a brief moment he wondered what he should say to her, but since he had already opened up to her and she already knew that he had lied to her about his scars, he did not want to strain her trust any further. He needed her. Molly was a pillar of normalcy to him now. He wanted to start over, take care of her and her son. “Hannibal told he want me to know exactly where he is and where I can find him. That’s all.”

“The relationship between you two is...”, she really wanted to be subtle “weird.”.

“Yeah, I know, but besides from exacerbating my encephalitis symptoms, gutting me and almost eating my brain, he was really good friend for me.”

"Yeah, sure...”, she needed time, but she thought she could help (fix) him somehow after this toxic relationship; he was such a sweet and soft man, who's just had bad luck in his life. Both of them were broken, but could create something beautiful together with her son.

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dr-shephcrd · 7 years ago

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“Nobody knows,” Amelia grumbled as she sat back down on her bed, eyes flicking up to the nurse who’d just shaved part of her head seconds ago. “Just Owen.”

“Sorry... what?”

“If I wake up, nobody except for my husband know’s ‘til I can verbally ask for them to be told. Got it? Tell Dr. Grey.” Blue eyes looked at each of the nurses, who were all witnesses to her words. “Nobody knows.”

The plan was simple in the beginning; Amelia didn’t want anyone knowing if she was awake. It was the last thing she needed, really. Being ambushed by everyone after waking up from brain surgery? No thanks. There was also the fact that she didn’t want anyone seeing her the way that she was post-op. She was weak, and unable to speak. Had she allowed people to visit her, all anyone could really do was stand in the room and give her pitiful looks, say sad things, and eventually leave. That, and no opioids meant tons of pain. Which pretty much guaranteed that she’d be irritable and not pleasant in the slightest. She didn’t want to be like that around anyone, so the whole ‘nobody knows’ thing seemed like the best solution.

Until it wasn’t.

When Amelia woke up nearly 3 days after the operation, everything was worse than she’d imagined. The pain, and the loneliness were anticipated, but their severity wasn’t. Amelia didn’t think that anything would be worse than the time period that she was stuck in the hospital before the surgery... and she was only a little bit right. Some aspects were worse; the anticipation, the sad looks from damn near anyone who walked into the room, the pretending to be strong for everyone, and waiting for her symptoms to worsen— that definitely wasn’t the best of times. But only seeing the same few faces every day, faces that only spoke in medical terms. Sofia aside, only because Sofia was either babbling about whatever was going on in her life, or telling Amelia how everyone was doing. The potential of going stir-crazy from the lack of actual communication with any of the people that she really wanted to see was useful, though. Amelia used it as motivation to will herself to get better as fast as she could. Which, was much easier said than done. Because the first day and a half that Amelia was awake were absolute hell. But soon enough, Amelia’s scans were absolutely perfect, as were her Neuro work-ups. At first, it was all painful and exhausting— physically & mentally.

Until it wasn’t.

On post-op day 5, Sofia was in her room, badgering her with... whatever the hell that girl was going on about while she was giving Amelia a workup. Or rather, while Amelia was giving herself a workup. Because she honestly had no idea if the resident was even paying attention at that point. Not that she really even needed to, every doctor on the case knew Amelia was doing exceptionally great, all things considered.

"And, honestly, if you think about it, are those things really genetic? ‘Cause now that I know it’s not just my mom, I—“

“Sofia. My scans.”

They quickly continued the rest of the workup, the pushing and the pulling, as Sofia processed Amelia’s words. Brows furrowed as she looked up at Amelia, “I’m pretty sure Lexie already went over them with you earlier and they were all super good...”

“I want my new scans. I want to look at them myself.”

Sofia stepped back a little, her hands falling back down to her sides. “What about... visitors? I know I’m not supposed to push it, but you’re, like... you’re all good now. You were literally cleared to go home.”

“Sofia.”

The younger brunette continued walking backward toward the door. “You don’t even want to see your kids?”

“I want my—” Amelia spat the word out quickly before reaching to her side, picking up a vase from the table in her room she hadn’t even read the card, so she didn’t even know who they were from, and whipped it across the room, “SCANS.”

“I’m getting them.” Tablet hugged tightly against her chest, Sofia pulled the door shut, telling herself she’d clean the mess up later. Or she’d make an intern do it. She’d hardly even made it away from the door before bumping into Lexie, and the words “her motor skills are pristine” slipped past her lips.

It was post-op day 6, secretly-awake-Amelia day 3 when Amelia took one last view of her perfect scans— yet still insisted something was wrong. That same day, Lexie came into her room, setting a jar down on the table attached to her bed, fairly sternly it was what Amelia deserved & needed explaining that that was what was missing. That Amelia was waiting for something to go wrong, but nothing would go wrong—she was safe. The words were the final shove Amelia needed to stop being a pain in the ass. And to let those who deserved to know, those who she missed immensely, that she was awake and could go home.

And that she was safe.

Because now, for the first time in Y E A R S— she was.

[ ooc: just for clarification and detail purposes, we’re gonna bend time and say that Amelia’s surgery was on December 23rd, and she woke up on December 26th. However, nobody but Lexie, Sof, Owen, the other few medical personnel who needed to know, knew that Amelia was actually awake until the 29th. Which, yes, is A DAY FROM NOW. MOLLY, YOU CANNOT TIME TRAVEL but shh this is the best way for the plot to work for me, and the 29th is probably when I’ll be able to actually manage doing replies on Amelia so it all works out for Moll 10/10 good times. THAT’S ALL!! ]

#( who the heck is emilio shepherd? | amelia )#( self para )#( lexie )#( sofia )#( owen )

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