Hi, whoever may be reading this! I was largely unsatisfied with the final season of Dexter, as I know most fans were, so I decided to flesh out some of the ideas I had for how the show could've ended. I'm very pro Dexter x Deb/ Debster (I kind of hate that ship name though lol) so who knows, maybe you can expect some of that soon ;) I've always loved to write, but this is my first try at writing fanfiction so I would love some feedback. Also, I wrote these first two chapters a little while ago so I figured why not post them both?
xo - Briana
For the first time in my life, I feel powerless. There's nothing I can do but stand here and watch as my sister clings to the lifeless body of Miami Metro's police captain, or rather, former police captain. Deb wraps her arms tightly around Maria's body as if she believes that her embrace can somehow bring the woman back. I know better than anyone that that's not the case. There's no turning back now, no way to right Deb's ultimate wrong. When torn between light and darkness, she chose darkness. Deb chose me, and I can't say that I understand why. Wouldn't it have been easier to just listen to Maria? If Deb had shot me, her whole world wouldn't have come crashing down, and wouldn't she be better off without me? I bring nothing to Deb's life but pain. I'm like a parasite, cursed to drain the life from one of the only people I actually love until she's left empty, a shell of her former self.
I slowly walk to Deb and crouch down beside her, unsure of how she'll lash out at me. She's always been so emotional, unable to truly hide her feelings despite how much she may try. It's one of the many qualities that I admire so much about her.
I hesitantly place my hand on her shoulder, hoping that she'll understand how grateful I am despite the fact that I don't deserve her allegiance, or her love. She sharply turns to me, revealing her tear-stained face. Thick, black mascara streaks down her cheeks, and her hazel eyes cut into me like knives. Through her cries she screams something at me that I can't completely make out, though I'm sure I hear the words 'I hate you' somewhere in the mix. Even if she didn't actually say the words, her expression communicates them to me loud and clear.
"Deb…you have to let go," I stutter as rationality returns to the forefront of my mind. "You're contaminating the…"
Before I finish that thought, I feel a sharp pain on my jaw as Deb's fist connects with my face. Okay, I guess I deserved that.
Deb stands and I hurriedly move to stand next to her. We both stare at LaGuerta's limp form for what feels like hours before I break the uncomfortable silence. I don't like it when Deb is quiet. She's usually so animated, so full of life. I'd rather hear the usual flow of profanities spilling from her mouth, or even her telling me that she hates me again, but still she says nothing.
"You should go. I only have to double check a few things, make sure I've properly set the scene. You don't need to be here, Deb."
My damaged little sister says nothing; she just continues standing there, glaring at me. I sigh and make my way back to LaGuerta's body in order to get back to the task at hand: removing any sign that Deb and I were ever here.
An hour and a half later and Deb and I are back at my place. I put an already sleeping Harrison to bed and thank Jaime for watching him. As always, she brushes it off as no big deal and wishes me goodnight.
I walk back into the living room and notice that Deb is nowhere in sight. I feel a shiver run down my spine and my mind races, wondering where she could have sneaked off to. Is she on her way to turn us both in?
My fears prove to be for nothing as I suddenly hear the shower running. I let out a sigh of relief and plop down on the couch, turning on the TV. Hopefully there's some mindless program on that can help me relax, if only for a few minutes. As usual, I can't escape my own thoughts for too long and my mind drifts back to an hour ago, at Angel's New Year's Eve party.
I had asked Deb if she wanted to make an appearance, adding that Batista would surely notice our absence. Of course, she didn't say anything. Instead, she latched onto my arm and I took that as a yes. She didn't let go of my arm for our entire appearance at the party, and her eyes had lacked their usual spark. Thankfully, our colleagues seemed too drunk to notice. Still, I couldn't help but worry. Have I actually broken Deb – for good this time?
The water stops running, bringing me back to the present. Deb exits the bathroom wearing nothing but one of my old button down shirts. It's comically big on her and if circumstances were different, we probably would've laughed together about how ridiculous she looked.
"How are you feeling?" I ask, even though I don't expect an answer. To my surprise, I get one.
"I'm feeling…clearer."
Deb walks to the kitchen and turns her back to me. I hear the clanking of silverware and Deb hurries out of the kitchen and into my room, closing the door behind her. My eyes dart to the kitchen and I quickly scan the knife block. Sure enough, the biggest knife from the set is missing. I run to my room and try to open the door but of course, it's locked.
"Deb," I whimper desperately, barely even recognizing my own voice. "Deb, open the door."
"N-no." She replies shakily.
I pound my fist on the door and hear her gasp. "Debra, open the fucking door or I'll tear it off its hinges. Now!" I yell.
I hear Deb gently sob, then her voice catches and she yelps out in pain. My mind goes blank and all I see is red. I slam myself against the door repeatedly, pushing thoughts of the loud thuds waking Harrison out of my mind. In a few agonizing seconds, the door finally gives. My eyes dart across the room and I find Deb crouched in a corner, clutching her wrist.
Blood, a vivid crimson, trickles down her wrist and onto the carpet.
"I'm sorry…" She mumbles, turning away from me.
I drop to the floor and crawl over to her. Slowly, I remove her hand from her wrist in order to inspect the wound. Luckily, it's not nearly as deep as I suspected. It's bleeding a lot, though I conclude that it's because she nicked a vein. I quickly remove my shirt and wrap it around her wrist as tightly as I can.
"I have to get you to a hospital. If I leave you in the car for a few seconds can I trust that you won't do anything stupid?"
Deb shakes her head yes and I swiftly scoop her into my arms. I take her out to my car and lay her down across the back seat, locking the doors behind me just in case she decides to go back on her word. I run back into my apartment and throw on the first shirt I see, then I quickly go to Harrison's room and pick him up carefully so I won't wake him. I know that I shouldn't risk him seeing Debra like this, but I can't just leave him here alone and there certainly isn't any time to spare. I have to save Deb.
I pull up to the emergency room and rush out of the car, cradling a thankfully still sleeping Harrison in my arms as Deb joins me at my side. We walk towards the ER and I notice how tired she looks. Her eyes are bloodshot, but I recognize that their familiar spark is back. It's a small spark, so small that nobody but me would notice, but it's there. Maybe some bandages and a good night's sleep are all she needs?
I can't believe that Deb would actually want to kill herself. I refuse to believe it. How could she feel so bad that she would view suicide as her only option? No, it's simply not possible.
The doors at the ER entrance slide open and I flag down the first nurse I see.
"Excuse me miss. My sister, she uh, she accidentally cut her wrist. She really needs help. Please." I blurt out. I know that the nurse will know this was no accident, but there's no need for everyone in the ER to know that my sister made an attempt on her life tonight.
The nurse sympathetically nods in my direction and gently grabs onto Deb's wrist, applying pressure to the wound. She alerts a few other nurses, and just like that, Deb is taken away from me.
I move to the waiting room, and it isn't until I lay Harrison down in the seat next to me that I realize my hands are shaking.
