Original Sin

Two Years Later

Miami Metro's forensics lab hums with fluorescent light. Dexter Morgan — no longer an intern, now a full blood-spatter analyst — slides a slide under a microscope. Masuka cracks a joke nobody laughs at. Batista brings in coffee. LaGuerta passes by with a case file under her arm.

To anyone watching, Dexter is a normal twenty-something. Quiet. Competent. Good at his job. The kind of guy you'd trust to work the evidence room overnight.

They don't know about the boat. They don't know about the plastic sheeting stored in a climate-controlled locker under a false name. They don't know about the Code.

Harry

Harry Morgan retired from the force six months ago. His heart is bad, his conscience is worse, and every time he looks at Dexter he sees the monster he created — and the son he cannot stop loving.

They meet at the docks, away from the department. Away from ears.

"Are you still doing it?" Harry asks.

Dexter doesn't answer. He doesn't need to.

"The Code," Harry says. "You follow the Code?"

"Always," Dexter says. "You taught me."

Harry looks at the water. "I don't know if I taught you the right thing."

"You taught me to survive," Dexter says. "Everything else — the rules, the discipline — that came from you too. I'm not out there killing innocent people, Harry. I'm cleaning up what the system lets through."

Harry has no response. Because Dexter is right. Because that's what Harry taught him.

Debra

Debra is at the academy. She calls Dexter once a week, complaining about her instructor, bragging about her shooting scores, asking if their dad is okay. Dexter listens, offers the right words, and hangs up feeling something he has learned to recognise as affection.

He would kill for her. He knows this absolutely. The Code does not apply to those who threaten her.

The Window

Late one night, Dexter stands in his apartment. The city glitters beyond the window. He has a name. A file on his laptop. A man who murdered three women and walked on a technicality.

Dexter cracks his neck. He checks his kill kit — sedative, scalpel, plastic sheeting, rope. All present. All accounted for.

He looks at his reflection in the dark glass.

"Tonight's the night," he says.

And he goes to work.

The screen reads: CancelledEndings.com

This is not an official ending. It is a fan-written imagining of how Dexter: Original Sin could have concluded.