Will crosses the line. Red Dragon. Spoilers.
Note: I do not own the Hannibal Lecter tetralogy or any of the characters. Takes place during the movie; between the ending of Will's third visit to Lecter and Will realizing the significance of the movies. Just a scene that I think could have happened.
Will hadn't meant to cross the line. He hadn't meant to slip up. He hadn't meant to forget…But damnit, it was so easy!
After he'd been stupid enough to leave Lecter after an argument, Will had known he'd have to go back. It wasn't that he gave a damn about the man's approval, Will told himself. Especially after the son of a bitch had put his wife and son at risk. But for the case…so that the Jacobis and the Leeds could get justice…for the sake of the future victims…Will knew he had to make…peace, for lack of a better term.
He'd managed to persuade (threaten) Chilton into allowing Lecter extra time in the exercise chamber, on the condition that Lecter spend it talking to Graham. It was supposed to be a gesture of goodwill. God, he'd been so stupid!
At first things had gone well. Lecter had greeted him with the usual thinly veiled insults and threats, Will had pretended not to notice, and they had proceeded with the conversation. He had filled Lecter in on Lounds, indulging the Doctor with the details of Will's 'murder'. Rewarding Lecter with a seemingly unintentional crack in the bravado.
'I don't know. Maybe I did mean for the Dragon to…but that doesn't matter now.'
In return, Lecter had paid him back with more than enough information (or at least that's what Will thought; he'd have to do research to be sure). About nursing homes and the equipment they used. Other facilities that may have used similar chairs. And after they'd finished that topic they'd moved back to the more important topic of the Dragon's preferred victims. It had seemed so natural. So much like their old discussions. Will would say something and Lecter would either shoot it down or build it up, encouraging him to not merely see but to observe.
"Look at them alive, Will." Lecter had told him.
"The movies?" Graham had scoffed. "I already watched those, I-"
"Then watch again!" The Doctor had cut him off in a commanding tone. He had appeared to deliberate on something, and then, "You are missing something vital. Until you watch them again, I cannot help you any further."
Groaning, Will had run a hand down his face. Lecter wasn't going to give him anymore. They were facing each other and with the bindings not immediately in sight, it was all too easy to forget that they weren't discussing this over some nice walk. "Well, thanks anyway, Doc." He'd said, and reached across the line to pat Lecter on the shoulder. Immediately, there was the sound of the guards cocking their guns.
"Sir!" One said in a warning tone.
Will jerked his hand back, a burning sensation starting on his palm. He met Lecter's eyes, expecting the Doctor to turn his hand and do what damage he could before the bullets reached him. But Hannibal didn't. He just stood there. A small smirk on his face.
"You're quite welcome, Will." The Doctor replied, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened (and in a way, nothing had). "Do come again soon."
"I'm sorry." Will muttered to the guards, quickly turning so he didn't have to look at his old mentor any longer. As he stumbled from the room, the words, 'Just like old times,' echoed in his mind. The memory all the more terrible because it could never be true.