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Will is restless that night, his mind sensing an unfamiliar presence on the property. Grabbing his favorite hunting rifle, he creeps to the kennel where his pack sleeps. Peering into the darkness, his breath catches in his throat at the cloaked figure bending low over the dogs. Instinct takes over and he thrusts out a hand, concentrating on lifting the intruder with his telekinesis. But to his surprise, he finds himself rising aloft as well, his gun slipping from his grasp.
"Dad, put us down!" Will laughs, recognizing the familiar feel of his father's own abilities at work.
Paul's dark form emerges from the cloak, chuckling as he lowers them gently. "Just having a bit of fun, son."
Before Will can respond, the door swings open. "Everything alright?" Ahmadi asks, Bedelia trailing behind.
Will smiles at them. "Just Dad surprising me as usual. No need to worry. Why didn't you guys tell me you were coming into town?"
While Ahmadi shakes his head and guides Bedelia back, Paul takes Will by the arm. "There was another reason I came tonight. I've noticed Hannibal Lecter prowling the edges of your property."
Will tenses. The notorious serial killer is undoubtedly drawn by the mysteries Will presents. But upon reading Hannibal's muddled mind during chance encounters, Will has found no true ill intent - only fascination and admiration.
"I've been in Hannibal's head," Will explains quietly. "He sees me as an equal, a man worthy of his respect. Killing me would destroy the only person he deems an equal match. I believe he merely observes, trying to understand."
Mohinder glances over, concerned yet trusting, as he hears the conversation from the couch. Bedelia squeezes his hand for reassurance.
"If Hannibal ever did mean me harm, I have no doubt Dad would send him on a one-way flight straight to Florence!"
Sylar cracks his knuckles, returning the grin. "Damn right, I would. No one threatens my boy."
Hours later, Bedelia accompanies Will on his nightly walk with the dogs. Inside, Mohinder and Sylar get to work on the guest room upstairs. It isn't much, but there is a mattress and a closet.
"C'mere, Sysy," the older man pulls his husband into an affectionate embrace. "You really can't help but stir up trouble wherever you go."
"Only to protect what matters most, Momo."
Outside, the dogs wander, and Bedelia loops her arm with her brother's. "You're certain he means you no harm?"
Will squeezes her hand. "I can handle Hannibal if needed. But his thoughts reveal curiosity, not malice. As long as we present no threat, I believe he poses little danger."