TITLE: Take Me
AUTHOR: Mara Trinity Scully
RATING: PG-13 just because
CATEGORY: depart from movie canon, changing the ending
Wherever, just tell me please.
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SUMMARY: Fixing the ending…making it riiiiiiight.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: SURPRISE! I also write fic in other genres. Yup, it's a
surprise to me too…but I couldn't help this one. It had to come out. It's not
the best thing I ever wrote but it makes me feel good about the movie because,
seriously guys, Hannibal and Clarice deserve a loooong rest…together. J Forever.
Btw, I changed the direction of the way the fridge opens.
THANK YOU: Many thanks for
my patient Matrix Fanfic pal Centaur for switching genres for me and proofing
DISCLAIMER: Yadda yadda
yadda. I ain't making one bloody cent over this baby. Hannibal and The Silence
of the Lambs and all related materials and characters are the sole property of
swelled over the horizon, covering all…hiding the sun. Even the stars were
knew she was afraid, afraid of the turmoil in her heart. Afraid of her
obsession for a cannibalistic serial killer. Afraid of her choices. Afraid of
his choices. Afraid of herself. He also knew that she wanted him to stay, stay
and be caught. If he was put back into jail—more likely he'd be sent to the
chair—she could visit him. She could talk to him. She could be with him.
knew that there was another answer, but it was not one he would ever ask of her.
And he had always been of the mind that he could ask Clarice Starling any
question. But never the one that he so desperately desired to ask.
heard her three steps before she reached the door. He almost laughed when she
entered swinging a candlestick madly at him. The woman charged ferally, wild
like an animal, the morphine adding the fuel to the long burning fire.
marvelous, he thought.
restrained her, his strength ever the more powerful, feeling quite rabid
himself. Neither of them noticed the physical pain when he slammed her against
the refrigerator; they only noticed the emotional. He held her and with a deep
breath said, "I came from around the world just to watch you run. Let me run."
sensed her pain. The pain of loosing him. Her mind was blank of words and so
she could only act. Her strict rules of reason were long gone as her heart
urged her to fight. Again, she pounced at him, this time catlike. Both knew it
was futile, but they fought anyway, subconsciously enjoying the touch of each
other's unrestrained bodies.
again he slammed her against the refrigerator. He knew that she felt the pain
this time. The physical added to the emotional torture. He was rejecting her.
Rejecting the idea of staying behind. And he knew the morphine couldn't dull
the pain of loosing her ultimate obsession.
he couldn't stay. He would never give up his freedom willingly again. Even for
knew that she would attack again if he didn't do something, and if that
happened, he might hurt her worse. Thinking quickly, he grabbed her hair,
opened the refrigerator door, thrust her ponytail inside, slammed the door shut
and broke the handle off.
was trapped. Cornered. Her expression calmed and stilled, eyes loosing the
violent shine. In those eyes, he watched the agony in her soul. It called to
him that her only fear was the inevitable loss that faced her.
he wanted to make sure he was right.
man quietly murmured, "Would you ever say to me, "Stop. If you loved me, you'd
woman, unwavering, spoke without hesitation. "Not in a thousand years."
Hannibal moved in, mouth open and teeth barred.
stopped centimeters from her face and drew back slightly, impressed. And
he advanced again, slower this time to gently kiss her lips. The closeness
immersed him into a pool of elation. It reminded him of the feeling he got from
caressing her finger in Memphis…all those years ago.
did not return the kiss, but there was an ache that he could sense in the
subtle quivering of her body. The ache exuded from her and entered him, nearly
completing the bond.
was the quiet sound of the metallic click of handcuffs. Hannibal withdrew from
the embrace and stared at the bondage connecting him to the woman. He mused
that it was a sorry metaphor for the spiritual bond that held them together.
beautiful tear streamed down Clarice's face. It was the tear of a decision
resolutely made, the one shed after much internal conflict.
annoyed, Hannibal raised their wrists and sighed, "Now this is really
interesting. And I am pressed for time—"
opened her mouth to speak and then faltered. Another tear formed and began to
roll down her cheek. Startled, already knowing what she was going to say, he
took a step back.
a soft voice, she stated with only the slightest emotion, "Dr. Lecter. I'm
offering you a choice." Clarice took a breath. "Stay here and face the police
or…" She faltered.
what, Clarice?" he prompted, eyes thrilling at the possibility of being right
me. Take me with you."
stared at her. She had asked him. She had actually done it. And it frightened
him. Pleased him to no end, as well, but it had meant that she would give up
everything…and nothing for him.
I could just take the butcher knife, cut your hand off, and run off free."
Clarice saw the answer in his eyes. They had so often prolonged conversations
with words whereas their eyes spoke for them more eloquently than any word.
you would leave the world of light and goodness? Your precious sense of right
would tolerate the change? How would poor daddy think of this decision?" he
asked not so gently, testing her. Clarice held her stare, unflinchingly.
father always told me to follow what was right. This is right."
raised his eyebrows in surprise and quipped, "So Persephone wants to stay
forever in the Underworld?"
only the softest hint of her ache, she whispered, "forever."
smiled. The first real and genuine smile he had experienced in a long time.
Eyes twinkling, he reached out to the refrigerator to free her hair. With his
hand in her hair, he saw a tear teetering on the side of her chin. In one
movement, he put his lips over it and pulled the liquid of her decision into
his mouth. The salt and raw emotion filled him with her. It was marvelous.
The police will be here in two minutes. I need the key to the handcuffs. Work
will be much faster," he paused, sensing her question, "And I am taking you
with me. I won't leave you behind. The masters you once served will never see
you again. Does it please you?"
nodded, the morphine still running in her veins, heightening her exhilaration
as she opened her mouth again. The tiny key lay on her tongue. Her eyes flashed
dangerously. Hannibal laughed and again closed the distance between them to
tenderly retrieve the key.
the sky cleared. It was filled with stars, twinkling and breathtaking in their