Templum Bellonae

This is a great crossover of Dexter and Stargate Atlantis. Creepy and funny in turns, just like the show.

My name is John. John Sheppard. I don’t know what made me the way I am, but whatever it was left a hollow place inside. People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all. I fake them very well. That’s my burden I guess. I don’t blame my parents for that, Mary and Nathan Sheppard did a wonderful job raising me.

But they’re both dead now. I didn’t kill them.

Honest.

John by kHo

If you’ve never seen Dexter, this story won’t make any sense. If you have, you’ll recognize that Fahye has Dexter’s voice down cold, and that’s what makes this story so good.

And it’s a gift from my foster father, just like everything else that comprises the person that the world knows as Dexter Morgan; all those bits and pieces of Harry, wedged between the fragments that were once a terrified child, somehow making up an entire human being. Of sorts.

“– to dispose of the body. Creepy motherfucker. He doesn’t deserve a taxpayer-funded cremation if you ask me, Dex.”

Dangerously distracted Dexter.I blink my way back towards the light, the telephones hammering away at my sleep-deprived senses, and Angel Batista’s disgusted indignation.

“Sorry, I was spacing out there.”

Spoilers for the entire first season of Dexter. I’m serious—if you’ve never watched the show (or at least read the books), don’t read this. It will spoil one of the best shows on TV. This may well be the only television show about which I ever say this: it’s better than the books. The cast is perfect, the acting is brilliant, and the writing is sharp and funny and absolutely right. Go watch Dexter—or at least pick up a copy of Darkly Dreaming Dexter.

Ask Me How by Fahye