"My friend." Erskine Ravel stared down at his best friend and fellow Dead Man as Saracen Rue lay, poisoned and dying.

"My boyfriend," Saracen replied. Ravel glared at him and Saracen sighed. "Jeez, lighten up, it's not like anyone's dying…oh wait." He smirked.

"You're so immature." Ravel snapped. Saracen rolled his eyes and started to reply.

"Ooh immature," he began before letting out a hacking cough, his insides burning. Saracen knew he was dying and he was bursting to tell someone his secret. "Listen, Erskine," he said, and thought of a funny joke. "I told myself I'd keep this secret to my grave...so this seems a fitting grave." By the look on Ravel's face, it wasn't funny. "I am going to tell you my power."

Ravel gasped. This was not to be taken lightly. He could hold this over Dexter's head forever. Of course it would make a fitting funeral speech. I, Erskine Ravel, know Saracen's secret power. Saracen leant forward and whispered into his ear before collapsing back onto his bed. Ravel clapped his hands in delight then remembered he was by his friend's side as he was DYING. The light of Saracen Rue was dying and Ravel hurt so bad (A/N hopefully everyone gets the Dying of the Light comment)

Three days later, Saracen stared at Ravel. He was seducing a very hot French girl in a bar, but he couldn't stop thinking about Ravel. Not in that way, you perverts, he giggled to himself. In the way that in his confusing haze as he was 'dying', did he tell Ravel his power? He said sorry to the nice French girl and made his way over to Ravel. "Hi." He said awkwardly. Ravel winked at him as Ghastly walked up to the French girl.

"I know, Saracen. I know your power."

"Oh crap."

"It's okay. It's awesome. We're real buddies now."

"Great."

"Ghastly's snogging your French girl."

"Ah, leave him. What else did I tell you? Tell me everything."