What if killing LaGuerta left Debra even more ruined than it did? What if it left her with the urge for blood? A Dark Passenger? Debster fic. Rated M for violence, Deb's potty mouth, and possible future lemon.

"My sister, the stalwart cop and overwhelmingly good person, entered that shipping container with the intent of saving me, and ended up doing so much more. A few weeks ago, she told me she was in love with me; it was only in that dark, narrow passageway that I really even began to process what that really meant." My version of Season 8. Debster-centric.