A/N: I don't own Dexter or Saracen. And they are both whatever blessed age they'd be directly after the novels. And they are reuniting because I used my mad Jean-Luc Picard skills to make it so. Yeah. This originally had Val instead of Saracen but I've had this Saracen/Dexter pairing nibbling on my ear for a while now. If you are homophobic please sashay away.

Saracen sat in the leather armchair by the café fireplace and sipped his tea. He was happy to be back in Ireland visiting old friends. Of course, not everyone had missed him, but they were usually angry spouses and lovers, and he supposed that was understandable. But someone apparently had missed him and as he entered the café and swaggered up to him with a grin on his face Saracen couldn't resist smiling back. "Dex! You did make it." He said as he set aside his tea and got up to hug the other Dead Man.

Dex hugged him so tightly that Saracen squeaked slightly and he laughed then let go to smile fondly at him. "What did you think happened, Saracen? And I thought you just knew things?"

"I wasn't sure." He admitted, wanting to add: I'm sorry for not saving you, but Dex seemed to sense his apology.

"Don't you dare apologize, Sar. So, tea any good?"

"Meh. I'd rather have coffee, to be honest."

Dex laughed. "Coffee it is." He agreed. Saracen drained the last of his mug, both of them knowing very well why he'd even bothered with tea. Dead Men weren't touchy-feely, but they would do things that reminded them of fallen friends.

Saracen mentally shook himself as they stood in line and soon enough Dex had ordered coffee for both of them, and talked Saracen into sharing some assorted sweets. He led the way to a booth in a quiet corner against the café front window and Saracen wondered what the reunion was really about.

Dex smiled at him as they sat. "It's good to see you back, Saracen. I didn't know if you had made it either at first."

"You mean you didn't want to ask, because you were afraid of the answer you'd get?"

"Yeah, and if you ever tell anyone I'll deny ever having said it." Dex grinned at him and Saracen found himself smiling back. He knew very well they recognized something different in one another. Most likely the other Dead Men had as well, but the men had never judged them for it.

The pair really didn't talk much as they sipped their coffee and tore into the various pastries as they watched the cold rain beat against the cafe window. Saracen knew Dex was waiting on an answer, and he was pretty sure about what. "You realize traveling with me isn't going to win you any friends?" He said at last and Dex laughed softly.

"Who needs friends if you'll be with me? What we'll need is enemies to fight on our new adventures and you're good at making enemies, right?" Saracen actually blushed and looked away. Usually he was the one in control of any relationship, it didn't matter what kind, but Dex's relentless teasing was throwing him off balance.

Saracen risked a glance at Dex who looked vastly amused at his affect on the other mage. "Well, do I have a traveling partner or not?" He asked and by his amused look Saracen thought Dex could just know things too.

Um, way too much chocolate Mexican coffee went into this. And also some Van Halen.