Darling Dexter (i_fakeit) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-11-14 17:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | dexter morgan, zz:status complete |
Back (Narrative)
He had been home.
Dexter had returned to Miami, he had gone back to his life. Three years he'd worked to overcome the things he'd experienced in the City, three years he'd taken to piece himself - and the Code - back together. He'd settled back into routine, work, and Rita. Things between himself and the Dark Passenger had settled back down. They were back to the way they had been. Killing on schedule, killing carefully, no longer warring, no longer sliding into one another.
It had not been easy.
After the freedoms he'd discovered, after the things he'd experienced, the things he'd done, it was difficult to go back to restraint, to rules, to always pretending to be human.
But now, he was back.
It had not taken very long for Dexter to understand where he was. When the neighborhood surrounding his apartment ceased to be the familiar scene that he was used to in Miami literally as he was walking through it, and when the buildings shifted their positions as he watched, Dexter felt his heart sink. He did not want to be in this place again. It wasn't safe for him, and it wasn't safe for other people. There was too much risk here that he could lose all control. People didn't know him here. Not like they did in Miami. He didn't need to wear the Dexter mask at all times when walking these streets. It slipped too easily. Deb had joined him in the City a couple of times, but she had not remained long enough.
He needed somebody who knew him, who expected him to behave like a human being so that he could keep himself in check. There weren't people like that here. There were people who knew him at work, but he'd always kept them at work. He wondered if he would find any familiar faces at all, since he knew that sometimes the City sent them back. It had done just that to him, after all. George? Red? They were friends, but they knew what he really was. They were aware he wasn't human and didn't require that he pretend with them. Still, it might be nice to see them.
Dexter fiddled with the laminate badge hanging around his neck. Not Miami Police anymore, but City Police once again. No Rita, no Deb, no Doakes, no Astor or Cody. The only hope he had at the moment was work. He could drown himself in work. Just stay busy.