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20 June 2013 @ 01:41 am
FIC: Surface Tension  
Title: Surface Tension
Author: joonscribble
Fandom: The Dresden Files (TV Series) & Hannibal (TV Series)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: A little of Harry's back story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Summary: A case from Morgan sends Harry undercover for a day.
Author's Note: This story came about thanks to a prompt left for me by quickyfant at this meme. The ficlet got too long to fit in the comments so I had to post it as an entry. In a way, this is barely a crossover and there maybe several more questions raised by it than answered. But I had to stop it before it grew beyond what I could write at this moment. My apologies for the lack of Will Graham! Hannibal Lecter was difficult enough.


“Mr. Dresden?”

Harry got to his feet, fighting off the feeling that he was being called into the principal’s office. “Hi, yeah, that’s me.” He told himself to loosen the white-knuckle grip he had on his knapsack.

“Please come in.”

The office was in the same style as the foyer and hallway Harry had gone through to reach the waiting room: ornate and extremely expensive. Everywhere Harry’s eyes fell on some object or furniture piece that Harry guessed probably cost more than…he couldn’t even come up with a suitable comparison from his own life. It reminded him, almost overwhelmingly so, of Uncle Justin’s house.

The therapist, Dr. Lecter, settled onto a chair that probably went for the same price as a small condo. Harry gave a momentary wary look at its duplicate placed exactly opposite it before sitting down. How the hell did anyone find this a comfortable place to share all their deepest darkest secrets?

“Uhm…” Harry cleared his throat, letting the knapsack on his shoulder hit the floor with a soft thud, giving Bob the signal to go on walkabout. “Thanks for penciling me in on such short notice.”

“Not at all.” Lecter smiled. It was politely friendly. Genial. Inviting. “Is there a particular reason why you decided see a psychiatrist now? You mentioned in your phone call you had never been to one before.”

Harry glanced down at his hands. The small pebble he had tucked there no longer glowed yellow as when he had walked in. Bob was out of his skull. He had to fill up at enough time to give the ghost a chance to explore as much as he could of the house. “Try to run as parallel to the truth as possible, Harry. You’re shockingly not as good a liar as your profession requires you to be,” Bob had advised him. Harry had a suspicion this was also Bob thinking it was maybe not the worst idea in the world for Harry to see someone.

Harry quickly flitted through his Mental Index Card Holder of Life Issues to see if he could find one safe enough to offer. Nothing seemed really workable. Dead Parents was too personal for right now. Killing Evil Uncle would probably get him either arrested or straitjacketed. And he really couldn’t think of a way to explain Magical Wardens Breathing Down My Neck Every Day.

“Well,” Harry began. “Lately, I’ve felt like I’ve been letting things sit for too long. I’m not a kid anymore and there are things that have just been piling up. So…you know, new year, new resolutions, try to make a new me…” He trailed off. That sounded garden-variety neurotic enough to his ears.

“Tell me what’s wrong with the current you.”

“Nothing wrong, exactly,” Harry answered, perhaps a bit too quickly. “I like my job. I like my friends. I like my life mostly but things feel…parts of it feel…unfulfilled.”

“The lament for many of us.”

“Yeah. Exactly. Right.”

Harry wondered if he could somehow look at his watch without looking rude. There didn’t seem to be any clocks in this office. The guy had statues and a freaking harpsichord in here but not a clock.

“I’m curious, Mr. Dresden, why you chose to come to me for services.” Lecter’s features were still settled into an expression of open curiosity. But his gaze had taken on look that made the hairs on the back of Harry’s head stand up.

“What do you mean?”

“You clearly are uncomfortable.”

“Well, I’ve never been to a shri-uh, therapist and-“

“Not just that. My office, my house, makes you uneasy. It reminds you of someplace or someone you find hateful.”

Okay. Okay, that was creepy. Harry looked at his hands again. Nope, pebble was still dull. Dammit, how much longer was this going to take?

“Parallel to the truth as possible, Harry…”

“My uncle had a place like this,” he admitted, gingerly. “He wasn’t a good guy.”

“And yet, here you are.”

“Like I said, I don’t want to keep letting these things sit. I need to sweep out the crap he left behind and get on with my life.”

“Sweeping out garbage others have left for us is simple enough with time,” Lecter replied. “Sweeping out the garbage one has created is much more difficult.”

The image of Justin writhing as he choked and slowly died on the floor came to Harry’s mind.

“Yeah,” he answered and found that he believed it. The pebble in his hands remained dim.

**

“Please tell me I didn’t get my head shrunk for NOTHING.”

Bob glared at him in a way that somehow managed to be an eyeroll without his eyes ever leaving his face. “It would be a tragedy to reduce something so desperately minute to begin with.”

“Ha, ha. Yeah, that’s funny because you’re saying I have a small brain.”

The ghost sighed. “Morgan was only half correct. The spirit of Lydia Daniels is not still haunting that house. From my peering into the walls, it seems Dr. Lecter renovated the inside while keeping the exterior architecture. The changes indoors may have prompted her to move on.”

“Great. Morgan’s gonna be thrilled with that news,” Harry groaned. This would no doubt mean he’d have to move down the list and go to the next ghost. “Wait, half correct?”

Bob smirked. “It does me proud to know you are capable of retaining information. The house itself is being haunted. By a few ghosts, incidentally.”

“Really?” A haunted shrink’s office. There probably was a joke in there somewhere. “How many?”

“I could make out three perhaps? They were faint. Try as I might, I couldn’t tap into their wavelength to communicate.” A small frown formed on Bob’s pale face. “It was curious. They clearly had not died in the house itself but that was all I could tell. It wasn’t even clear to me how they had met their ends.”

“Did they look angry? Dangerous?”

Bob shook his head. “No. Rather inert, actually.”

Huh. Harry wondered if they were former patients of Dr. Lecter’s, still hanging around with some sort of unfinished business. If they had died violently or if Lecter was somehow involved in their deaths, he doubted they’d be so docile.

“I guess if that’s the case we’ll just leave them there,” Harry said.

“Not eager to return to the couch?” queried Bob.

It was a joke but Harry could see the more serious, unasked question in Bob’s eyes. “Therapy’s not going to help me, Bob,” answered Harry. “Besides, even if it did, I wouldn’t go back to him.”

“Didn’t gel with him?”

“First of all, never use the word ‘gel’ in that context again. It’s weird coming out of your mouth,” Harry advised. “And second of all, no. The guy’s doesn’t get me.”

That was a bit of a lie. A somewhat huge one. But seeing as Bob didn’t object, Harry mercifully took it as a sign that the ghost hadn’t listened in for the full hour he had sat in the office.

THE END

 
 
 
quickyfant: Hannibalquickyfant on June 20th, 2013 06:04 pm (UTC)
Have you an idea how happy I am reading this for the fourth time already? :D I love it! I grinned all the way through it.

How the hell did anyone find this a comfortable place to share all their deepest darkest secrets?
I now just want to know how the body language is between the two of them! I just loved the shot of Hannibal with Bella in their seats and then how the body language has changed from the beginning of the season to the end of it between Will and Hannibal.
I can see Harry being even tenser than Will at the beginning.

Harry had a suspicion this was also Bob thinking it was maybe not the worst idea in the world for Harry to see someone.
Bob secretly wishing Harry will find a good therapist while solving this case. No Bob, Hannibal is the worst at helping, truly The Worst and I dont even think Harry has health insurance to cover Hannibal and his ~helping~.

parts of it feel…unfulfilled.”

“The lament for many of us.”

I really want to know how many times Hannibal has to hold back and not recommend his patients his way of managing his ennui! >:D I make killer dinners when I feel unfulfilled.

Harry wondered if he could somehow look at his watch without looking rude.
Do you know I have been conditioned now to gasp at ~rude~ as well as thinking everything is people? ;)

But his gaze had taken on look that made the hairs on the back of Harry’s head stand up.
I want to hug you for this, I really love that this Hannibal in the show doesnt need evil laughter and petting a white cat, he just has to be still and stare or even scarier smile (or hug :S).

“Not just that. My office, my house, makes you uneasy. It reminds you of someplace or someone you find hateful.”

Okay. Okay, that was creepy.

Hannibal Lecter the perfect therapist when he wants to be. If only he would use his murder wizard/therapist wizard powers for good! :D

“Sweeping out garbage others have left for us is simple enough with time,” Lecter replied. “Sweeping out the garbage one has created is much more difficult.”
Really there is an AU Hannibal that is a really good therapist and how cleolinda said in one of her recaps 'he could sweep you off your feet in seconds'. I love how you show that he could really be a good therapist, when he is not the worst and doing malpractice everywhere.

Bob glared at him in a way that somehow managed to be an eyeroll without his eyes ever leaving his face.
Do you know I am forever in love with your Bob? I have missed him so much. I miss Harry and Bob all the time. Sometimes I have wishful thinking that all this twitter/tumblr and general craziness with Hannibal could have happened with the Dresden Files, so we could have had at least another season.
I really like how you can write Bob with his affection for Harry while being sarcastic and acerbic.

A haunted shrink’s office. There probably was a joke in there somewhere.
:D I had to laugh and then be all :( because I really think Bryan Fuller will sometime show us Hannibal's basement...talk about haunting.

or if Lecter was somehow involved in their deaths, he doubted they’d be so docile.
http://ixilecter.tumblr.com/post/53306267659
http://ixilecter.tumblr.com/post/53237379102
http://ixilecter.tumblr.com/post/53399154108

“Didn’t gel with him?”

“First of all, never use the word ‘gel’ in that context again. It’s weird coming out of your mouth,” Harry advised.

Can you please dedicate yourself to write Harry and Bob talking about anything forever please? ;) I love their banter, I like how comfortable Bob can be with Harry and I deny the reality that this will end and Bob will be all alone again when Harry dies.
quickyfant: Hannibalquickyfant on June 20th, 2013 06:10 pm (UTC)
Sorry for second comment, wrote too much for the first one.

And please dont worry about no Will in it I think he is grateful he has a breather of being manipulated by Hannibal. I had just mentioned it because I thought about the parallels between him and Harry (which you wrote so nicely with Harry being uncomfortable with Hannibal and not only because his office reminds him of Justin, but because there is something about Hannibal that makes you uncomfortable). And I have to grin at the idea of having Bob and Hannibal in one room and deciding who is the fancier the cannibal or the necromancer. Could Bob alive out-fancy Hannibal? He has centuries of knowledge to be the fanciest ever! ;)

Would it be reaching Franklyn's level of patheticness and awkwardness if I say this is so perfect and I want to be able to beg bribe you to not to stop it before it grew beyond what I could write at this moment? :D I loved this really. Thank you. :)
formerly lifeinsomniac: HannibalWilljoonscribble on June 21st, 2013 12:48 am (UTC)
Sorry for second comment, wrote too much for the first one.

Never apologize for second or long comments! I see your second comment with one of my own.

Would it be reaching Franklyn's level of patheticness and awkwardness if I say this is so perfect and I want to be able to beg bribe you to not to stop it before it grew beyond what I could write at this moment? :D I loved this really. Thank you. :)

Depending on how I feel after watching the Hannibal finale tonight (I'm not ready!!!) I might want to fill in what Harry and Hannibal's one session was like. Sadly that would mean no Bob but perhaps he and Harry can have a longer conversation about it much, much later.
quickyfant: Hannibalquickyfant on June 21st, 2013 01:44 am (UTC)
Hannibal finale tonight (I'm not ready!!!)
I am so not ready, I am actually a real mess! :S Nothing on TV has made me so nervous as this! I dread it and at the same time I cant wait to see it. And I have to confess I am readying beer to consume. I dont know if its really a smart move, since I probably will be overly emotional and uninhibited by the alcohol.

I might want to fill in what Harry and Hannibal's one session was like. Sadly that would mean no Bob but perhaps he and Harry can have a longer conversation about it much, much later.
I am not above stalking you like Franklyn in the cheese aisle for this! ;) No seriously I squeed just reading about the possibility! :)
formerly lifeinsomniac: WillRavenstagjoonscribble on June 21st, 2013 01:48 am (UTC)
And I have to confess I am readying beer to consume.

I'm literally drinking beer right now to prep.
formerly lifeinsomniac: HannibalWilljoonscribble on June 21st, 2013 12:47 am (UTC)
Yay! I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for the prompt. I was originally scared of it because it seemed impossible but then it ended up being a lot of fun.

I can see Harry being even tenser than Will at the beginning.

I'd pictured Hannibal sitting with his legs crossed as usual while Harry's leaned back with both feet on the ground with his hands somewhat hidden on his lap, looking EXTREMELY uncomfortable.

Hannibal in the show doesnt need evil laughter and petting a white cat, he just has to be still and stare or even scarier smile (or hug :S).

Everything that usually signals connection and friendship coming from Hannibal usually signals danger and awfulness. I kind of love it.

I love how you show that he could really be a good therapist, when he is not the worst and doing malpractice everywhere.

This is one reason why I find the character so compelling. I think he IS capable of being a good therapist. He probably amuses himself sometimes by thinking about all the things he CAN say to a patient to make them better before choosing to say the exact opposite. "Hm. If I told this to Will, he would be a saner person today. But I'll say this instead."

Since at the moment Harry doesn't interest Hannibal in the same way Will does, I figured he'd probably try to actually be a therapist in this one.