Fic: A Worthy Obsession - Chapter (2/?): A Dozen Roses (Chilton/Lecter)
Mmm, the plotbunny bit again, and thus I bring another Chilton/Lecter fic. There’s dialogue in this one too! XD
A note to the UW fans, there'll be some fics up for that fandom reeeeeaaally soon.
Title: A Worthy Obsession - Chapter (2/?): A Dozen Roses
Fandom: Red Dragon/The Silence of the Lambs
Pairing: Chilton/Lecter
Rating: PG
Summary: Dr. Chilton tries to get Lecter to fill out some new tests. It doesn’t work.
Notes: Chapter 1 - Obsessed is here.
Dr. Chilton’s imitation leather shoes tapped softly against concrete as he went downstairs to the basement of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. It was always so dreary coming down here. He had no clue how Barney could stand it. Chilton much preferred the comfort of his spacious office, his office with windows. Unfortunately, trips down here were a necessary evil.
He had long since decided that having a charge like Hannibal Lecter was both a blessing and a curse. As far as Chilton was concerned, the cannibalistic doctor was completely loony and deserved to rot here in his cell for the rest of his miserable life, but he was also a valuable test subject, and that accorded Chilton a certain amount of prestige…if he could produce a feasible analysis of Lecter of course.
So far he hadn’t, and it was starting to reflect badly on his skills as an administrator. Thus his reason for making a trip downstairs: Maybe if he came down and gave the psychological tests to Lecter in person, then maybe the doctor would cooperate. It was a pitiful notion, but Chilton hung onto it doggedly.
Reaching the bottom of the last staircase, he nodded to Barney who opened the iron gate that lead to the basement corridor. The heavy black bars slammed shut behind the psychiatrist, and he couldn’t help but jump a little. His confidence returned quickly though, and soon Chilton was sauntering down the corridor like he owned the place…which he did.
However, the sight that met him when he reached Lecter’s armored glass and stone cell made Chilton’s eyes widen considerably in pure aggravation. Hannibal Lecter was sitting at his table having his dinner-a watery soup-and floating around in it were torn up strips of paper from the last set of forms the now-stunned administrator had tried to convince Hannibal to fill out. It had taken Chilton a week to prepare those tests, and now Lecter was eating them?!
“I hope it gives you a stomach ache,” Chilton muttered irritably by way of a greeting. The hope of getting his patient to fill out these new test forms was quickly waning.
“Hmm…it probably will,” Hannibal replied casually. “The content of this analysis is so watered-down and dilute it hardly makes for a sustaining meal.” He paused a moment, seeing Chilton becoming more peeved, and even blushing too. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Lecter continued not sounding the least bit contrite. “Did you write these forms yourself? Well, at least that explains why they aren’t very pithy.”
A muscle in Chilton’s jaw twitched a little, and the corners of Lecter’s lips lifted in a half-smirk as he took another sip of his soup.
“Could those possibly be some new tests you’ve brought with you?” Hannibal inquired sarcastically, nodding toward the unmarked manila folder Chilton carried under his arm.
“They are,” Chilton admitted, trying-and failing extraordinarily-not to sound desperate. “Could you actually fill these out?”
“Tsk, tsk,” Lecter admonished him. “You didn’t say ‘please’.”
Chilton gripped the poor manila folder convulsively. This was insulting! “Please.”
“Mmhmm, no, I don’t think I will… But still, it’s very kind of you to give me something to occupy my time with. Now what shall I do? Origami, perhaps? You must have quite a collection by now,” he said, giving that little smirk again.
“Yes, I do,” Chilton answered through clenched teeth. “Tell me then,” he added with a sudden sneer, his jaw relaxing, “could you possibly make some new ones that aren’t birds or boats?”
Lecter raised an amused eyebrow. “Ooh, witty! At least it proves your brain hasn’t been completely crushed beneath your overly large ego. As for the origami…normally, I don’t accept requests, but since you asked so nicely-and vaguely-I’ll see what I can do.”
The next day Dr. Chilton was dumping a tray full of a dozen paper roses into his office recycling bin. It was only an hour later though that he retrieved them all and put them safely in one of his desk drawers.
tbc...
A note to the UW fans, there'll be some fics up for that fandom reeeeeaaally soon.
Title: A Worthy Obsession - Chapter (2/?): A Dozen Roses
Fandom: Red Dragon/The Silence of the Lambs
Pairing: Chilton/Lecter
Rating: PG
Summary: Dr. Chilton tries to get Lecter to fill out some new tests. It doesn’t work.
Notes: Chapter 1 - Obsessed is here.
Dr. Chilton’s imitation leather shoes tapped softly against concrete as he went downstairs to the basement of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. It was always so dreary coming down here. He had no clue how Barney could stand it. Chilton much preferred the comfort of his spacious office, his office with windows. Unfortunately, trips down here were a necessary evil.
He had long since decided that having a charge like Hannibal Lecter was both a blessing and a curse. As far as Chilton was concerned, the cannibalistic doctor was completely loony and deserved to rot here in his cell for the rest of his miserable life, but he was also a valuable test subject, and that accorded Chilton a certain amount of prestige…if he could produce a feasible analysis of Lecter of course.
So far he hadn’t, and it was starting to reflect badly on his skills as an administrator. Thus his reason for making a trip downstairs: Maybe if he came down and gave the psychological tests to Lecter in person, then maybe the doctor would cooperate. It was a pitiful notion, but Chilton hung onto it doggedly.
Reaching the bottom of the last staircase, he nodded to Barney who opened the iron gate that lead to the basement corridor. The heavy black bars slammed shut behind the psychiatrist, and he couldn’t help but jump a little. His confidence returned quickly though, and soon Chilton was sauntering down the corridor like he owned the place…which he did.
However, the sight that met him when he reached Lecter’s armored glass and stone cell made Chilton’s eyes widen considerably in pure aggravation. Hannibal Lecter was sitting at his table having his dinner-a watery soup-and floating around in it were torn up strips of paper from the last set of forms the now-stunned administrator had tried to convince Hannibal to fill out. It had taken Chilton a week to prepare those tests, and now Lecter was eating them?!
“I hope it gives you a stomach ache,” Chilton muttered irritably by way of a greeting. The hope of getting his patient to fill out these new test forms was quickly waning.
“Hmm…it probably will,” Hannibal replied casually. “The content of this analysis is so watered-down and dilute it hardly makes for a sustaining meal.” He paused a moment, seeing Chilton becoming more peeved, and even blushing too. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Lecter continued not sounding the least bit contrite. “Did you write these forms yourself? Well, at least that explains why they aren’t very pithy.”
A muscle in Chilton’s jaw twitched a little, and the corners of Lecter’s lips lifted in a half-smirk as he took another sip of his soup.
“Could those possibly be some new tests you’ve brought with you?” Hannibal inquired sarcastically, nodding toward the unmarked manila folder Chilton carried under his arm.
“They are,” Chilton admitted, trying-and failing extraordinarily-not to sound desperate. “Could you actually fill these out?”
“Tsk, tsk,” Lecter admonished him. “You didn’t say ‘please’.”
Chilton gripped the poor manila folder convulsively. This was insulting! “Please.”
“Mmhmm, no, I don’t think I will… But still, it’s very kind of you to give me something to occupy my time with. Now what shall I do? Origami, perhaps? You must have quite a collection by now,” he said, giving that little smirk again.
“Yes, I do,” Chilton answered through clenched teeth. “Tell me then,” he added with a sudden sneer, his jaw relaxing, “could you possibly make some new ones that aren’t birds or boats?”
Lecter raised an amused eyebrow. “Ooh, witty! At least it proves your brain hasn’t been completely crushed beneath your overly large ego. As for the origami…normally, I don’t accept requests, but since you asked so nicely-and vaguely-I’ll see what I can do.”
The next day Dr. Chilton was dumping a tray full of a dozen paper roses into his office recycling bin. It was only an hour later though that he retrieved them all and put them safely in one of his desk drawers.
tbc...