Title: Deeds of the Past and Future Misdeeds
Author: AbayJ aka Ashley Marie
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize does not belong to me but the genius, Jeff Lindsay, and anything you do not is mine. Simple.
Rating: M (Due to strong language, sexual content, and violence.)
Archiving: Ask first, the answer is always yes.
Fandom: Dexter
Pairings: Dexter/OC/Rita (Hints of: Dexter/Deb (family way), Rudy/Dexter, Rudy/OC, Rudy/Deb, Deb/Duques)
Genre: Drama/Action/Dark/PWP/AU
Time Frame: Right after Season 1 and before season 2.
Summery: Dexter is drawn back to where it began and where it ended.
Author's Note: Otay, so this is my first Dexter fic and I'm hopping it'll get me through the long months until September 30th. Dexter has became my newest addiction and I decided to write something about it, this came to me when I was VERY bored but I liked the idea and I remembered it. I'm not sure how long this thing will be, so you'll just have to ride it out with me. The characters are a bit OC because I'm only half way through with season 2 and anything they have picked up after season 2 will not be in here. I hope everyone enjoys this and lets me know if I should continue. Review!

Every minute you are thinking of evil, you might have been thinking of good instead. Refuse to pander to a morbid interest in your own misdeeds. Pick yourself up, be sorry, shake yourself, and go on again. -- Evelyn Underhill

Prologue: Refuse to Pander

I walked through the gate, my eyes not seeing, well they saw but I looking at a different time, when the sounds weren't screams and the images weren't seeing my sister taped up on a table while my brother tried to kill her. Instead, I was seeing me and my brother playing. Running around, me chasing him, mom chasing me, and him chasing mom, around and around the big oak tree in the yard.

No wonder I hated rides that went around and around.

Taking a breath, I lifted up the e-mail and read over the words. It was a prank, of course it was. Rudy, I called him that now because it was easier that way. He wasn't Brain, because if I called him Brian, then he was my brother again, and not some faceless victim who deserved my knife. Rudy was dead. Probably ashes somewhere in a old prison office. Someone probably has them framed. After all, the Ice Truck Killer was a fucking legend in Miami.

So the e-mail was a prank. Probably some overly smart kid who had seen the first and second ad, than the newspapers clippings, and put it together. I'd find them and shoo them away, claiming this place was mine.

It wasn't, it had been, but it wasn't now. I had sold it as soon as Rudy was dead. Bled like an animal, just like he had taken his victims. The person who understood me, but Harry's code and Deb's safety was what mattered. Even if I could feel his cold grip still around me.

Looking down, I read the email once more. 'Hey Barbie, wanna play again? Meet where it began and ended. -- Ken.'

I didn't want to play, not again. Rudy was gone and I was...I was dealing with that. It was a new experience and I didn't want to repeat it with someone who only liked the idea of being Br...Rudy.

Balling the e-mail up, I walk up the path way and reach the step as the door opens. A small petite bottle blond steps out and I run my eyes over her. Only 5'5, maybe 5'6, she wasn't what I expected.

"Dexter?" She asked quietly, her voice carrying a twang, from around here obviously. Same as me. Same as everyone else around me. Florida born and bred but how did she know me? How did she know this place? How did she know I'd come?

"Are you 'Ken,'" I asked her, deciding to get right to the point and she only nods.

"I am, well I mean I'm not really Ken. My name is Michelle and I've been wanting to talk to you for a very long time. 28 days to be exact." She says, her voice taking on a deeper twang and she reaches for my hand.

I didn't think to remove it, that wasn't normal. I didn't know who this woman was, so Harry's code was in effect here. I had to be normal or people would see what I was. And I had the feeling that she would be able too. As if she saw everything I was and wasn't.

It scared the crap out of me and I didn't scare easy.

"Michelle...what?" I asked as she led me past the door and I stopped. I didn't want to be here. To many memories, memories that were better left alone. Doors that shouldn't be open. Things not even killing could make me forget.

She stops when I stop and turns around, arms folding across her chest. Most of the time I can decipher what people were thinking by the body language, another thing Harry taught me, but with her, she was a mystery. A puzzle and I like puzzles. Puzzles were what I was good at. But I was missing the corner pieces with her and she had me at a disadvantage.

I hated that.

"Michelle Legons." She says simply, her voice taking on an air of confidence, as if the name should have rolled off my tongue without the question.

"And that makes you..." I ask, people told me I had a sarcastic sense of humor. Actually I didn't have one at all. What I said is what I felt, there was no code, no type, it was just who I was. But then again people didn't know who I was, it was the only way to survive and I was all about survival. Harry's code taught me how to do that.

She though, this mysterious woman who knew to much, didn't flinch, didn't frown. She didn't do anything. "I'm the only other person who is alive who knows you Dexter." She mummers and I raise a brow.

What was this? What was she trying to do? It had to be a scam, maybe she was a hooker. Maybe she was a prank. She didn't know me, the only people who did were dead. Harry and Rudy were both gone.

"And who am I?" I asked her and cross my arms as well, a smirk that I didn't feel, but it made it look like I didn't care. Of course, whenever someone said they knew me I cared. Being found out was like raining on a serial killer's parade.

And I was a serial killer.

"You're Brian Moser brother, and you're a serial killer." She says as if she had said it every day of her life. "You're Dexter."

Author's Note Two: Short, but I wanted you to get the feel of the story and let me know if I should continue. Review!