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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"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."