Title: Coming Undone
Author: Sita
Summary: Dex/ Deb . Post 7.12. I've always thought if I could care for anyone it would be Deb, and I've destroyed her.
Deb shot her. She shot LaGuerta. For me.
I don't know who is more shocked, me or her. I never wanted her to do something like this. Never. I was even willing to give up my own life for the sake of saving her; for saving her soul and conscience at least. Now there is definitely no hope for that. She has been sucked into my world deeper than I ever wanted her to be.
The fireworks starting to go off above our heads brings me back to the present. Everyone around us is cheering and kissing. They seem so carefree. So happy. If only Deb could feel that way again. If only I could wipe her memory of these experiences.
I glance back at my sister. Her blank stare startles me. I have never seen her look so… vacant. Her eyes don't have their normal spark. The spunk that I've grown to love, that is pure Deb. All that is left is a shell.
"Deb," I say quietly. She turns to look at me, a grim expression on her face. "You want to get out of here?" All I get is a slight nod.
Her arm grips me tighter as I lead her to my car. I don't even bother saying goodbye to our drunk co-workers. They don't need to see her like this.
When we get to my car, I open the door for her. I even end up buckling her in. I get in the other side and take off. "I'm going to take you to my place tonight." I say.
"Fuck," Deb finally speaks. "Fuck, Dexter!"
I look over at her. Tears are forming in her eyes.
"I can't… I can't…" She stumbles over her words.
"It'll be okay." Is all I think to say in reply.
"Okay?" She asks incredulously. "OKAY? How the FUCK can it be OKAY?" She's screaming now, and I know there is no calming her down.
I'm glad the drive to my apartment is quick, and I am even more grateful that Harrison is staying at a playmate's house tonight.
I turn off the engine of the car, and Deb is out before I even get a chance to turn off the lights. I am behind her as quickly as possible, unlocking the door to let her in. She storms to my fridge and pulls out a beer before collapsing on the couch and chugging the beer as quickly as possible.
Raising the beer in a mock toast she mumbles, "Happy fucking New Year to me."
"Deb," I try.
"Shut up, Dex. SHUT. UP. There is nothing you can say to fix this, so don't even try! I fucking SHOT LaGuerta. Why did you have to go after her in the first place? WHY?"
I am silent for a moment. "She was going to find out." Is all I can manage.
She laughs bitterly, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. I sit down next to her. I've never been good at affection, but I feel I must do something to comfort her. This is my fault, after all. I gently take her in my arms. That is all it takes, and she starts wailing at the top of her lungs. I have never seen her this upset, and it takes all of my strength to not cry as well.
"I'm sorry." I whisper. And I am.
She continues to cry in response, holding onto me for what seems to be dear life.
"Take the bed tonight." I offer.
Pulling away, she looks up at me. "Stay with me," She begs.
I nod, and take her hand, leading her to the bedroom. She doesn't even bother getting out of her dress before collapsing into my bed. She pulls me down with her, crying in my arms again.
I can't believe I've caused this. I've always thought if I could care for anyone it would be Deb, and I've destroyed her. I've destroyed my little sister.
TBC... I think!
Authors Note: I have not written fanfiction in years, but the end of Dexter left me so frustrated that I felt I must write something! I think I'd go crazy if I didn't! Please tell me if you think I should continue this story, and I will try my very best.
Thanks,
Sita