your dark eyes

by DeerGr4ham

Summary:

Will Graham gets asked by Jack to help with the new case. 6 girls killed in Minnesota. he doesn't know if he should accept but luckily (or not) Jack assigns him to a psychiatrist, doctor Hannibal Lecter who immediately finds himself intrigued by the agent.

Notes:

Hi guys, this is my first time ever writing fanfiction. you can criticise but dont be too harsh, please. i know there may be few or lots of mistakes but english is not my first language, i also have some trouble with writing most of the time so im writing this to try and get better! i don't know when i will add chapters and not even IF i will, to do so i need to have enough motivation so dont get your hopes up sorry.
this story of course has some lines and scenes i got from the tv series but it also has my imagination and dreams, or nightmares in it. i dont know how it will be like soon, it might be smut or not, no idea.
i also dont know how to use tags.

THIS IS A PROLOGUE

Chapter 1

"Will, i need your help on this case. 6 girls killed in Minnesota." Will thought, jack's words echoing in my head as he's just trying to sleep. He wants to help so badly but what if he gets too far again? His worst fear is to get bad again and that he can't control his thoughts anymore, he must not get too close.

However, he had to help. He got up from his bed, big eyebags from the lack of sleep and still sweating for the thoughts that have been tormenting him all night. He gets dressed, a black and red squared flannel, dark coloured jeans and black boots. The man fed his dogs and left the house, sat in his car and started driving, where? He doesn't understand yet, where his heart brings him. The weather was awful, cloudy and the sky was a dark grey, looking like it was about to rain. Soon he finds himself in front of Jack accepting to help in finding out who killed those girls. He must stop now, he'll get too close, he knows.

"This is doctor lecter, a psychiatrist who will also help us". The new figure looks older than him, will thinks they might have around 8 years difference, he can tell the man is dressed in expensive clothes, a dark grey suit and a colorful but dark tie, the man looks dangerous but Will can't understand the reason for that thought yet. The older man looks at Will as if studying him, first the facial features, he looks like he doesn't take care of himself that much, kind of dry lips, big eyebags (has he not slept much?). Then he stops at the most important part, the eyes, that tell you how a person is feeling in that specific moment and everything they're thinking. Will breaks the eye contact almost immediately as he sees the doctor looking at him intensely, so fast that the psychiatrist can't tell what he was thinking yet. "Not fond of eye contact, are you?" He says, the question was directed to Will. The younger man hated that, he just wishes he couldn't be seen in that moment, he wishes he could be invisible, helping but not interacting with other people especially if they start psychoanalysing him.

"Eyes are distracting, you see too much, you don't see enough..and it's hard to focus when you’re thinking, so yeah, I try to avoid eyes" Will spits out, almost in a rude way, he doesn't notice himself but the older man does, but it's fine as he knows he might have pushed the other man too far, so he stays silent. Will, however, doesn't. "And don't try to psychoanalise me, you won't like me when I'm psychoanalised. I have to go have a lecture to my class now - about psychoanalysis." He says yet again in almost a mad tone that instead of being disliked by the doctor - it is found amusing.

As will walks away, the doctor brings his attention back to Jack who just apologised for what Will said.
"Doctor Lecter, I need a favour from you -- as you see, Will Graham is a special fbi agent and he's..let's say -- particular. You're the best psychiatrist i know and what i need from you now is not just your help in this case but i need you to have will graham as your patient, have therapy sessions with him, check his mental status and do NOT let him get too close to the crime scenes. He can emphatize with the killers really well - too well, he gets inside their head and it's hard to get him back with his feet on the ground with his own identity. He does a magnificent job in finding out what happened and who is the killer but the risk is him losing himself, please accept to help him get back everytime."
At the request, Hannibal thought for a bit, usually he'd say no but he remembers of what he felt earlier when will talked. His dark eyes and the way for a few nanoseconds he held eye contact with him before breaking it immediately. He finds him amusing, he would like to know how mind worked, why is he the way he is? what makes him understand the killers so well? as a psychiatrist he needs those questions to be answered one day. He's intrigued, in a form of obsession almost.

"Jack, of course I will help will graham -- but how am I going to tell him that i am going to be his psychiatrist? He seems the type of man who hates my type of sessions." He says, waiting for an answer but maybe not really.
"I don't know, doctor. it's hard to convince him to do such thing but I'm sure you'll find a way, I trust you". says Jack in a tone that Hannibal finds kind of reassuring.
"of course, I'll go talk to him after his lecture ends." Says the psychiatrist, already amused but dubious, thinking about how he'll tell the agent.

Chapter 2

Notes:

Hannibal is more and more intrigued by Will, he wants the man to understand that all he wants is to help him.

Hannibal waits outside of the classroom where Will is having his lecture, he's teaching his students how to catch killers and explaining that you have to think like them to understand especially the reason why they did it.

The older man watches him from afar, following and studying every movement the agent does, listening to him as if his voice was a far melody you hear in the summer walking away from a party. Will Graham notices the doctor staring at him and he loses his focus on the lesson he was giving, so he decides it's time to conclude the lesson for today, "Everyone, class dismissed. Will see you tomorrow." He takes off his glasses and leans on his desk with an hand on his face as if brushing off his thoughts, or maybe trying to escape the conversation he was about to have with the other man who was walking closer to him.

"Will." Almost immediately the younger man took his hand off his face and looked at the psychiatrist's face, avoiding the eyes of course.
"I enjoyed your lecture, is that how you catch the killers? You think like them to understand them? But i must ask you: isn't it hard to have your real own identity by doing so?" Will finally looked into his eyes for a moment just to find a sort of void in them, too scared to look into the depths of them for the moment, he looked away.
"What do you want, doctor Lecter? You made me lose my focus earlier while i was giving my lecture if you didn't notice. You're quite a distraction and i don't really like you" Will says in a tone that's kind of bitter. "I wanted to apologise for what I said earlier, for psychoanalysing you especially. It was rude of me -- but I must say I'm quite intrigued by your mind." The doctor says the last part in a very honest way. "Jack wants me to help you keep your feet to the ground, know who you are at all times, don't lose your identity. He'd like for me to be your psychiatrist. Tell me, Will, have you ever had any therapy sessions?" Hannibal asks, curious of the answer, but already knowing what the younger man is about to say.

"No, doctor Lecter, I have never had such thing. And what makes you or jack think that i would now? I hate when people study my mind, I can be the only one to understand what happens in my head and I know who I am, I don't need anyone to tell me anything else! I've always done everything on my own, I certainly don't need anyone now."
The agent stares deep in the psychiatrist's eyes now, he finds them dangerous but this time he doesn't look away yet until he answers.

"I understand your concerns, Will, but I think Jack is right, you might need someone to give you a hand in horrible times such as you living as a killer for a few minutes just to understand them. If you let me, i might be able to help you, i am sorry but yet again I've noticed that you don't seem like you have had a good sleep in a while. Tell me Will, do nightmares torment you in your sleep? Or even worse, when awake?" The agent steps back a little just to keep away from the man that's been asking some serious and personal questions, that he shouldn't ask. Not to Will.
"If I don't agree Jack won't let me help will he?" The older man shakes his head, noticing how Will backed away a little, a sign of him pushing his boundaries a little probably.

"I'll agree to you being my psychiatrist, but as soon as i start feeling uncomfortable instead of helped I'm out of here." Will looks at Hannibal from head to toes quickly as if judging but he's just warning him. Hannibal, despite the kind of rude way Will is talking, finds himself very amused to study his mind because no one else before could, he'd be the first and he thought to himself that maybe one day the tormented agent would understand that the man in front of him also was a killer, maybe he'd empathize with him too but maybe Hannibal was too lost in thought.