A New Beginning, Or the beginning of the End?
Beginning A/N:
I have been reading fan fiction for awhile, but this is my first attempt at posting a story, so I am somewhat unfamiliar with some aspects, so please bear with me.
I was overall unsatisfied with Dexter season 8, and the series finale in particular. This is my take on one way I think I should it could or should have ended. I'm planning on a lengthy multi-chapter or even multi-volume story. Very Debster oriented. This will be rated MA to be safe as there will probably be some mature scenes throughout.
As I said, this is my first attempt, so please don't be too harsh. Please Read and Review.
Picks up just after season 7 finale: "Surprise Motherfucker"
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, locations, or names within this story aside from any OC characters I introduce and the plot. It all belongs to to showtime, the writers, cast…etc of Dexter on showtime.
Chapter 1: New Year in Miami
She knows what Dexter is up to. She doesn't mind knowing her brother is about to murder Estradda, the man responsible for his mother's death, but she knows that with LaGuerta still suspicious of him, she knows it is too risky. More so now that LaGuerta is at the same shipping container dex has set up. She presses the throttle of her car to the floor, speeding through Miami as she frantically tries to reach Dex before it is too late.
Deb frantically looks at the phone, wanting to believe this isn't happening. She has sent messages to her brother almost as fast as she is driving. She can't help but hope she can get to him in time.
The light ahead of her flashes red and she forces the brakes to the floor, sending the small sedan careening to a stop just in time. She uses the time to send a message to Dexter. Furiously, she types: "Dex!LaGuerta's onto you, get the hell outta there now!" and hits the send button with more force than it needs. As the light flashes to green she floors the gas and lets out a scream of frustration.
Ten minutes later, she nears the containers. Seeing the gate locked, she decides to drive straight through the old gate and braces herself. As She goes through the now ruined gate, she slams the brakes and turns the wheel, skidding to a stop behind Dexter's SUV and Laguerta's car. She grabs her gun out of the passenger seat and throws the door open, hearing a gunshot from inside one container as she does. "Jesus Fuck Dexter," she says under her breath as she sprints to the container the shot came from, everything around blurs in her vision as she realizes tears are beginning to flow. She reaches the container just as another shot goes off, and wrenches the door open, going inside gun first. Within a split second, she sees Dexter is wearing his kill suit, holding a gun. Estradda is dead on the floor and LaGuerta is slumped against the wall of the container, apparently unconscious.
"Shit Dex," she says, unable to hide the tremor in her voice, "I..Is she…?"
"Deb, you should go," he says as he grabs a knife.
At this moment, LaGuerta looks up and sees Debra standing in the door, gun aimed at Dexter. Everything becomes a blur of emotions as Deb tries to choose between doing the right thing or saving her brother. Distantly, almost numbly, she hears a gunshot.
"AAAAHHHH!" Deb screams as she jerks awake, limbs thrashing in confusion at the unfamiliar surroundings. Someone reaches a hand out to calm her and she flinches away, bashing her head on a window as she does. Once the pain clears, she realizes she is in the passenger seat of a car, driving quietly down a well-lit street lined with shops and clubs. She looks over to see Dexter driving. Thankfully he had enough sense to change into normal clothes.
"Where are we?" she asks blearily.
Not waiting for a response, she begins to look for the nearest street sign.
"On our way to Angel's new year's party," Dexter says quietly.
"Why?"She asks, wondering what he would say.
"We need an alibi," he says bluntly as he turns onto a side street.
"Then why haven't we gone straight there?" She asks as she realizes they've gone a long way out of the way.
"All the clubs and shops have cameras as well as witnesses that place us far away from the shipping docks, this way we can show where we were before we get to Angel's restaurant," he says in his usual calm voice.
"Oh," is all she can say. She quietly stares out the window at the lights that flash by every few feet. After several more turns, she can see the fireworks over the harbor as midnight nears. After a few minutes she exclaims, "SHIT! What about my car!?"
"Don't worry about it."
Several minutes later they arrive at the restaurant and mingle with the guests. The make a beeline for the bar together. Dexter and Deb take stools next to each other and call for drinks. Within seconds, Deb is downing shots while Dexter declines.
"Everybody get Ready!" Angel's voice cuts over the noise as midnight approaches. On the TVs around the room, scenes from New York show different views of the ball that's about to drop. Nearly everyone raises their glasses as the countdown starts. At first, Angel counts alone, but as the countdown reaches ten, everyone takes it up together.
"10! 9! 8!..." loudly and in unison as the ball descends. Deb doesn't count with the others. As each number is shouted, she punctuates the uproar by downing another shot.
"3! 2! 1!..." As the ball is now dropped, everyone lets out a loud whoop, even Deb, as everyone loudly start wishing each other Happy New Year's.
An hour later, they finally escape the well wishers and make their way to Dexter's SUV, Deb stumbling behind. As the door closes behind her, Deb pulls out a small drink from her purse and drinks it in one gulp, grimacing at the taste. Within minutes, she seems more alert and awake than before.
"What was that?" Dexter asks, voice tinged with curiosity.
"A little something to counteract all the alcohol," she says quietly.
"what's in it?"
"It's a secret"
He leaves it at that as he starts the engine, assuring Deb he'll drop her home in under twenty minutes.
"No," she says with an edge of panic to her voice, "I don't want to be alone."
"Ok, My place then," He says as he shifts into gear and begins to drive towards his apartment.
Ending A/N:
Hope this is good so far. I will try to get chapters up and start the story moving forward as soon as Possible.
Please Read and review.