for hannibal

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Things seem to clear up on the island as quickly as they come about and Mac is grateful that the only injury she got was a sprained ankle - which was easily dealt with by wrapping it and being annoyed for a few weeks. Hannibal, on the other hand, seemed to be in bad sorts when she left him and she felt she owed it to him to visit him once he was home from the clinic.

It takes a while to actually track him down because he apparently doesn't live in a proper hut and just drifts from place to place. She finally finds him at his damned boat.

"I believe you were supposed to come tell me you hadn't died. You failed at that but if you want somewhere better to sleep than...this...I'm offering."

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Hannibal didn't point out that he would have slept anyway, because if this made her feel better he wasn't going to take that away from her. Especially since she shouldn't feel bad in the first place.

"I would have avenged your death by pulling the pins on all my grenades and diving head first into the thing's giant fucking mouth."

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"Be still my beating heart," Mac says, laughing a little.

"Much better than flowers."

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"You'd be dead, so you wouldn't have appreciated flowers anyway," Hannibal said with a nod. That was generally the sort of thing you had to be alive to appreciate.

"So was this your first taste of just how seriously fucked up the island could be?"

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"More or less. I was here for Halloween but I stayed inside." Mac is beginning to think she should have done that this time around as well.

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"Have you gone to see the dinosaurs?" he asked. That was probably his favorite part of the island, going to get to see them, the giant bastards. Even if they did try and eat or crush him.

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"No, I haven't." Mac puts on her best little smile. "If we're very good and let all our injuries heal up, will you give me an official ITF escort to go see the dinosaurs? I could put it in my documentary. Special thanks to security detail Hannibal?"

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"It's a date," he said with a wink. Seeing the dinosaurs were pretty amazing, which is why he liked going there as often as he did. He didn't hunt them every time he went, sometimes it was just to see them. He always made sure to stay close to the edge of the territory though, he was well aware pretty much any of them could kill him without much trouble.

"But yeah, you definitely want to be able to run full speed before you visit dino territory."

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"Yeah I think I should probably be able to run for my life," Mac agrees. "But I want to go out there. Once in a lifetime experience, yes?"

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"Yeah, unless you visit the dinosaur territory more than once," Hannibal pointed out. He actually went quite a bite, but that was mostly because he got too bored with the island otherwise.

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"Semantics," Mac scoffs. "I do want to go out there so if you don't mind taking me, I would love to go. I promise not to make myself dinner for some carnivorous beast. Besides, I'm all skinny. Probably not worth the effort to eat me anyway."

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"MacKenzie McHale, I can personally vouch for the fact that you are worth eating," he said, giving her a wink. He would definitely not kick her out of the hot springs again. Or a bed. Or anywhere, really.

"If they're zombie dinosaurs though you're fucked."

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"You are terrible," Mac says, blushing a little. "Come on, let's go to bed. To sleep, of course."

Mac thought sex might be contraindicated with his injuries.

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"Fine, fine, to sleep, of course," Hannibal said, huffing dramatically at the mention of only sleeping.

"But thanks for coming to find me to thank me. You're alright, MacKenzie McHale."

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"I do try," Mac says, beaming at him. "Besides it was sort of sweet, the way you wanted to save my skin."