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Castle Ficlet: Clear the Air 1/1

This is a sort-of sequel to Fair’s Fair, the ficlet I wrote for CastleFanficMonday in December, but it takes place during 4x01 - Rise.

Clear the Air

Of all the places he’d expected to see her again, this is not it. He had expected it to be an accidental meeting on the street, in line at a coffee shop, maybe even a run-in at the airport. But not this; not this by a long shot.

Not bleeding out on his operating table.

“Damn it, Kate. What the hell happened to you?” he mutters, as if her eyes will pop open, stark green against her pale cheeks, and tell him everything.

She doesn’t, but he knows what happened already.


They said she’d been shot at a funeral.

His ex had been shot at a funeral and her life depends on him stopping the bleeding.

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whatifellinlovewith  asked:

Also for break up thing: "are you sabotaging my dates?" (with whatever punctuation combo)

The first time it happens, Kate doesn’t think anything of it. Castle had returned to the precinct in the fall, after they had parted ways in the summer over a falling out in his Hamptons home.

She had accepted his offer to spend Memorial Day weekend with him, to swim in the ocean and lounge on the sand, sit beside him in the cool night air and watch fireworks illuminate the sky. And when he had kissed her on what was supposed to be her last night in the luxurious guest room before she drove back to the city the next morning, a two day trip had turned into a week long vacation from work. Seven full days of sun kissed skin and hours spent tangled with him in his high thread count sheets, and so much laughter, too many smiles to count.

She still can’t recall a time in the last ten years where she has felt so consistently, genuinely happy.

Throughout the summer, she manages to drive up to his place as often as she can, sometimes earning the surprise of him showing up in the city with a steaming cup of coffee for her already on her desk.

“Castle, you’re supposed to be writing,” she had chastised him in the break room on that scorching July morning, flickering her gaze to the closed blinds before stepping closer, fingering the collar of his shirt, flirting with the tanned skin beneath.

“Come on, Beckett,” he had whined, leaning in to steal a kiss from her mouth that had tasted like salt air and bittersweet caffeine. “You’ve been inspiring me all summer. I’m actually ahead of schedule for once. I can spare a day off.”

He had been ahead of schedule, so much so, that his publisher had actually called to praise him for a change while he was lying on the chaise lounge with her beside the pool during her final visit to the Hamptons in the middle of August. She could hear every word Gina was saying to him through the speaker of the phone, the pleasant surprise in her voice as she’d gone over the recent chapters Rick had sent her.

And Kate had grinned at him from behind the shades of her sunglasses, indulging in what had once been a secret source of pride for him. But it’s the comment that his second ex-wife makes that isn’t so pertinent to his writing that wipes the smile clean from her face.

I suppose it was for the best that I didn’t accept your offer to go to the Hamptons after all.

Castle had gone still and so had she, lowering her glasses to stare back at him in question, but the dread had already begun to leak into her stomach, the realization.

“You asked Gina to come with you?”

“Uh, Gina - thanks but - ah, no, I’ll call you back. Kate-”

She had already risen from the chair, feeling too exposed in the bikini she’d been stupid enough to buy (for him), and escaped through the French doors he had left open, stalking through the house for the stairs.

“Kate, let me explain-”

“Explain?” she had snapped when he’d jogged up the stairs after her, turning on the second step from the top to glare down at him. “What’s there to explain, Castle? I turned you down, and you asked another woman to come with you the second I did.”

“You were with Demming,” he’d pointed out. “You’d said no-”

“And you acted like it mattered to you,” she had scoffed, all of the bright and wonderful light that had breached her chest over the last two months going dark. “You never cared if I accepted the offer, as long as you had someone, right?”

The wounded look that had consumed his face, bled through his eyes, stuck with her, haunts her during the nights she spends alone in her apartment, and yeah, maybe it had been a little low of her, an unfair blow, but he’d hurt her and it had been her first instinct to hurt him back.


She had shaken her head at him, something in her heart splitting open. “You made me think - I thought you’d changed. That you - we were different.”

“We are. You are,” he’d protested, reaching for her, but Kate had turned her back on him, climbed the last of the stairs and strode for the master bedroom where her overnight bag and clothes were. “Seriously? The first bump in the road and you’re done?”

Beckett had grit her teeth, tugged a t-shirt on over her head and slid on a pair of jeans.

“Fine. You think I enjoyed seeing you with Demming, hearing about how you two were going to spend a romantic weekend away? That it was easy for me when I was – while I had feelings for you too?” he had questioned while she shoved what little she’d brought with her back into her travel bag. “Maybe I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me.”

They were more similar than she’d like to admit at times. 

Kate had stood up straight, stared back at him with a hollowness that she felt spread from her chest to her eyes.

“Well done.”

It was another month after that before she saw him again, before she’d had to arrest him, interrogate him, and then accept him back into their dysfunctional partnership. Being around him again has been a difficult adjustment, the longing in his eyes causing each breath to ache, the banter that returned to them so naturally accompanied by the sensation of razor blades shredding along her insides, the ‘what could have been’s a constant companion each night she went home without him.

And after a disastrous summer, three weeks of working with Castle again, their relationship strictly platonic, she doesn’t say no when the attractive heart surgeon with the shared interest in Harley Davidsons asks her out on a date.

She has no idea how Castle finds out, but on the day of her first date with Josh Davidson, Rick calls her before she can even begin preparing for the night out at a fancy restaurant, seeking her advice for a dilemma concerning Alexis and her new boyfriend’s pet rat. She ends up having to cancel her evening with Josh to crawl around the floor of the loft, searching for a rodent with his daughter and the man who still made her heart throb with soreness.

Her date with Josh eventually does take place when he comes to pick her up from work on his bike, but halfway through dinner, Castle calls her with imperative information on the case and she has to apologize to the man sitting across the table, promise to make it up to him with a rain check date, and rushes off to meet her ex. Something she notices isn’t exactly lost on the intelligent doctor.

The third time, it finally dawns her.

She trudges out of her apartment - where she had actually been enjoying an impromptu movie date with Josh, where she had actually been able to fathom a relationship with someone who wasn’t Rick Castle - to meet him at The Old Haunt upon his insistence that he had made an important discovery.

“This better be important, Castle. Josh and I were just-”

“Josh?” he echoes, disdain drenching his tone, screwing his lips into a twisted frown as if he’s just tasted something sour.

Kate pauses in the middle of the secret office space they had discovered, glancing over her shoulder to narrow her gaze on him.

“Yeah, we were watching a movie at my place. It was the longest date we’ve managed to get through,” she informs him, cataloguing the hints of irritation flickering through his features, the sudden stiffness settling on his shoulders. “Is this what you called me here for, Castle? To interrogate me about my date?”

“Obviously my call was more important than your boyfriend if you were willing to leave him in your bed to meet me.”

Indignation flares hot and wild through her chest and Kate spins on her heel to glare at him. “First, he is not my boyfriend. Second, it is none of your concern whom I have in my bed. And third, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?” she demands, perching her hands on her hips and stepping forward, sending him a step backwards. “This entire time… you’ve been sabotaging my dates, haven’t you?”

Rick squares his jaw tight, one of his tells that she had learned early on, and Kate growls, thrusts her hands forward to shove him against the wall.

“You son of a bitch-”

Castle catches her by the biceps, squeezing her muscles hard. “I’m not sorry. I can’t be.”

“Well, at least you can admit that, you jackass,” she spits out, yanking her arms from his grip, but Rick doesn’t release her.

He spins them both around, using the upper hand of his strength to maneuver them without issue, pin Kate to the wall with his knee in between her legs. She gasps in surprise, at the sudden friction the once welcome pressure his thigh provides her with.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, causing her to go still for a split second, to forget the harsh bloom of heat through her stomach, the fury still spreading through her chest, the sincere cerulean of his eyes giving her no choice. “I’m sorry for inviting Gina to the Hamptons when you turned me down, for acting like a scorned little boy-”

“Stop,” she breathes, squeezing her eyes shut, because she doesn’t want to do this, doesn’t want to rehash it-

“It was unfair to her and to you and I’m sorry that it made you think you’re anywhere near replaceable, that I was more focused on holding my pride instead of apologizing the day you found out. I’m sorry that I let you leave, Kate. I wanted nothing more than to go after you-”

“Then why didn’t you?” she hisses, her eyes flaring open, the demand surprising them both, but Beckett swallows hard, takes a deep breath. “You pissed me off and I ran, because yeah, it - it made me feel like I was just another body to keep your bed warm-”

“Kate,” he sighs, mournful, but she shakes her head. She isn’t looking for an apology, doesn’t want one, not anymore.

“So maybe we both handled it badly and I’m sorry too, for running, not letting you explain, but I didn’t expect you to just keep your distance, not see you again until I had to arrest you for murder. Since when do you give me my space?”

She expects a quirk of his lips, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, but Castle’s gaze is pained, the line of his mouth tight and hesitant.


“I just thought that whole ‘if you love someone, let them go’ thing might apply in that situation, but apparently, not so much.”

She’s suddenly so very glad his body is partially keeping hers upright, because her knees threaten to give while her heart goes still.

Love someone? But he didn’t - he can’t - how-

“Don’t pass out on me, Beckett,” he chuckles, but oh, his voice is trembling as badly as her hands are. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have - I was an ass to ruin your dates, you don’t belong to me and I had no right, I just-”

Her shaking fingers rise to cup his face, drag his mouth down to meet hers, to seal in all of her panic, suffuse her with the warmth of his lips over hers.

Details from the set of “Tragedy Girls” in Kentucky

(Photo Credit: Tara Ansley)

Filming in his home state of Kentucky for a second day, Josh Hutcherson looked especially at home on the set of Tragedy Girls during part of what will ultimately be a stunt sequence involving a motorcycle.

Longtime fans know Josh has been riding motorcycles for several years and is the proud owner of a Harley Davidson. While Josh himself was perched on a moving rig in front of a camera Thursday evening, stunt crews were already at work on the scene Tuesday, as producer Armen Aghaeian shared in this behind-the-scenes clip posted online.

A video posted by Armen Aghaeian (@aguyinfilms) on Aug 2, 2016 at 8:13am PDT

The sequence seems to involve Josh’s character, via stunt double, doing a flip. It’s still unclear what role Josh plays in the horror film, which stars Marvel alums Alexandra Shipp (X-Men: Apocalypse) and Brianna Hildebrand (Deadpool). On Wednesday, Josh shot footage at a school just outside Springfield.

Deliquesce: A Castle Fanfic [2/2]

A continuation of a fic from the castlefanficprompts blog. Read part one here

She’s warm when she wakes; cocooned in a pile of blankets and pillows that are far nice than anything Kate could afford on a cop’s salary. Nevermind the sinfully soft, supportive mattress that has her cradled and so comfortable that the idea of moving is almost out of the question. 

Without opening her eyes, she knows that this isn’t a hospital. The sheets are too soft, and the mattress too nice. There is no distant shuffle of feet or the echo of a doctor being paged to this exam or that hospital room, no harsh fluorescent light hanging directly overhead with is cast of blue-white that’s far too bright even on its lowest setting. 

Kate opens her eyes to the dim shade of a bedside lamp; a handsome high backed leather chair and the dominating portrait of a bull elephant that she takes to instantly. Even the pile of books that reside on the bedside table are to her taste, murder mystery (she tries to ignore the thrill of seeing Heat Wave among the selections), classics and one book of one act plays. At the very bottom there is even a small volume of Emily Dickinson poems, a choice that both delights and intrigues her. 

As appealing as the room is with its clean lines and warm earth tones, she doesn’t allow herself to linger. The bedroom is immaculate, masculine without being overpowering and everything that she’d expect Richard Castle to want in his own private space. 

It doesn’t change the fact that she feels like she’s trespassing, gazing on some portion of her partner that he’s never expressly given her permission to peruse. Of the dozens of times she’s visited his home, this is a space she’s never gotten even a glimpse of bar the acknowledgement that it exists on the other side of the absurd bookshelves that he calls a fourth bedroom wall. 

Wondering if her writer has an exhibitionist streak is nothing new, she’s considered the idea every single time she’s entered his office in the past three years. Always lingering just a fraction longer that necessary on his towering collection of books, gaze and thoughts ever frequently turned to what might happen in the room beyond. 

Winding herself from under the vast pile of blankets takes time, enough that she’s still steadily untangling herself from them with limbs that are stiff and wholly uncooperative. She’s warm to the touch, skin healthy and pink, though Kate somehow still feels that she’s freezing. 

If she closes her eyes, she knows she’ll see icicles and the hazy white of the freezer; feel the frost on her skin and the ice in her lungs. 

It’s almost enough to entice her back underneath the huddle of warm wool and cotton. 

“Don’t get out of that bed,” Castle’s voice calls out to her from somewhere beyond those bookshelves, freezing her in place with one leg halfway to the floor and her heart kicking into overdrive. His words are direct, booking no room for argument as he strolls through the door with a tray overflowing with food and what smells like hot tea. 

The sight of it - the sight of him - framed by his bedroom door and highlighted by what Kate estimates to be the mid-day sun steals her breath for an altogether different reason. Somehow she had forgotten her last hazy moments in that icy prison, the memory of her confession and the bitter acceptance that she’d wasted all her time denying herself happiness seeping through until her cheeks blossom a soft pink. 

She told Richard Castle that she loved him and, now, he’s standing in front of her with a look on his face that promises her a world of possibilities. Kate doesn’t miss how every single one of them begins and ends with the undeniable fact that he loves her, too. 

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A/N: Thank you when2differentworlds-collide for tagging me in this post. Hope you like the results. :) 


“Will you go out with me tonight?”

Kate huffs, turns her head to glare at the annoying shadow of a boy with the bright blue eyes and crooked smile who sits next to her every single day in this class.

“Still no.”

“Damn, I was hopeful today was the day.”

She hums to conceal her threatening laughter, returns her gaze to the economic notes scribbled through her notebook. Rick is far better at the subject than her, often helping her sort through the jumbled mess of numbers and lecture notes that read like a foreign language to her.

“Ready for the exam today?” he asks, swaying towards her in his seat.

Kate rolls her eyes, but her annoyance towards him is practically nonexistent by now. In fact, she may have even developed a soft spot for the boy who has been incessantly asking her out since the beginning of the semester.

“No, are you?”

“Yep, want to cheat off of me?” he whispers, teasing her, and she’s unable to help the smile he evokes. So yeah, maybe she’s a bit smitten by him, but as Professor Davidson strides in, her attention is momentarily stolen.

It’s not as if she’s genuinely attracted to their professor, she doesn’t even know the man outside the classroom she spends forty-five minutes each day in, but she won’t deny the older man is easy on the eyes, especially when he’s aiming that 100 watt smile at her.

“Good morning class, I hope everyone studied.”

“If I ace this exam will you go out with me?”

“Rick,” she murmurs in exasperation. “Okay, you know what? I will make you a deal. Ask Professor Davidson a question before class is over today and if he answers it incorrectly, then I will go out with you.”

“Really?” Rick grins and oh, how has she not noticed how bright and lovely his smile is before now, how delighted he is by the chance at a date with her. He may have irritated the hell out of her in the beginning, convincing her the campus playboy just wanted another notch on his dorm room bedpost, but the guy who slides into the seat beside her each day, goes over his notes with her with utter patience and understanding, and even brings her coffee after he knows she’s had a late night of studying isn’t the jerk she thought she had figured out.

She almost hopes he succeeds so she can go on a date with him tonight.

“Any questions before we begin?” Rick’s hand shoots into the air and Kate glances towards him with wide eyes. “Yes, Mr. Rodgers?”

“Will she go out with me tonight?” he quips, pointing to a very mortified Kate who buries her warming face in her hands as Professor Davidson grins between the two of them.

“No, I don’t think so, Rodgers,” Davidson decides, collecting the exams from his desk and preparing to hand them out.

“So, is he correct or incorrect?” Rick questions turning to her with expectant eyes and a hopeful smile.

Kate sighs, but returns his smile. “Incorrect.”


Rick Rodgers doesn’t stop smiling throughout the rest of the class period, answering each complicated question on his economics exam with far too much enthusiasm that proves to be infectious.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” he whispers as he rises to turn in his test and Kate nods, the ridiculous butterflies filling up her chest, distracting her from the final questions left to be bubbled in on her answer form.

Rick took his utmost time during the essay, always striving for perfection on the written portions of their academic endeavors, and the extra dedication had left him as one of the last to leave, along with Kate, who was simply struggling through each question.

She hated this course.

Once she finally does fill in her last answer, though, she pops from her seat with bubbling excitement, strides up to Davidson’s desk and adds her completed test to the pile.

“Hey Kate?”

She turns at her teacher’s call, already halfway to the door of the empty classroom and backtracking when he motions her closer.

“You know why I said no to Rodger’s question earlier?” Her brow furrows, but she shakes her head, awaiting the reveal to slip from Josh Davidson’s charming, upturned lips. “Because I was thinking we could go out to dinner tonight.”

Her heart stops for a second, sputtering in her chest as the surprise claims her face. “You - want to go out with me?”

“Have since the day you walked into my classroom, and since this was your final exam, I thought the timing was finally right,” he informs her with his best smile, the one that looked like he belonged in a magazine instead of a classroom. A smile that used to make her swoon.

So why did she suddenly yearn for Rick’s smile instead?

“Mr. Davidson, I-”

“Josh,” he corrects with a wink.

“Josh,” she tries again, his first name tasting wrong in her mouth. “I’m flattered and I appreciate the offer, but I actually have plans tonight.”

“Another night then?” he assumes, but Kate shakes her head and her professor’s face begins to fall. “You’re not… I thought there was a mutual interest here.”

“I thought there might be too,” she confesses, tangling her fingers around the edges of her messenger bag. “But my interests lie in someone else at the moment.”

Josh nods in understanding, mature and graceful in his rejection. “In that case, you’ll have your grade by Monday, Miss Beckett.”

“Thank you, Mr. Davidson,” she murmurs, offering him a small smile before turning on her heel to go.

“Rodgers is a lucky guy,” he adds just as she reaches the doorframe.

Her smile grows.

But quickly falls when she steps outside, into the hall, where Rick claimed he would be waiting, only to see that he was nowhere to be found. He had walked her to her car a few times though, and she knew the vehicle he drove, so she brisk walks down the hallway, out of the building towards the parking lot, where she spies Rick unlocking his older modeled silver Honda that has seen better days.

“Rick?” she calls in confusion, quickening her pace before he can slip into the car and drive away, reaching him just in time. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Kate,” he sighs, fiddling with the keys in his hand, holding to the opened driver’s door. “Listen, forget about our date. I won’t bug you about that anymore.”

Her heart begins to sink.

“Why - what are you talking about? I told you yes.”

“That was before I heard the better option step in,” he grumbles, lowering his eyes to the ground and oh he thinks… oh no- “It’s okay though, really. Who wouldn’t want to go out with the infamous Professor Studmuffin?”

A laugh swells in her throat at the ridiculous title most of the girls on campus have acquired for Professor Davidson, but she shakes her head.

“Eavesdropping, Rick? I’m disappointed.”

“I was not,” he protests. “I was waiting for you and then I heard him ask you out, I didn’t need to stick around to know your answer.”

“Apparently, you did,” she scoffs. “Because you guessed wrong. Thought you knew me better than this.”

Rick’s eyes finally flicker up to see her, tentative hope spreading a gentle blue through the pools of grey. “You mean… you’re not ‘hot for teacher’?”

Kate rolls her eyes and steps around the open car door dividing them until she can splay her hands at his chest, feel his heart pounding beneath her palms as she leans in close.

“I basically had to tell the teacher I was hot for you, so no,” she informs him with a curved eyebrow and wow, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen his smile so wide.

It’s so entrancing, she can’t help drifting in, dusting her own smile over his as Rick’s hands lift to her face, cradling her cheeks in his warm palms, holding her there.

“Does this mean we’ll be sharing more than economic notes from now on?”

She kisses him again, still soft, tentative, but ready for more.

“Oh, so much more, but let’s start with dinner.”