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Nov 27, 2011 09:47

( I wonder everyday as I look upon your face, aw-huh,..Everything you gave And nothing you would take, aw huh,..Nothing you would take Everything you gave...Did I say that I need you? Oh, did I say that I want you? Oh, if I didn't I'm a fool you see,...No one knows this more than me. As I come clean, ah-ah...Nothing you would take,..Everything you gave. Hold me till I die,.. Meet you on the other side. )

comment: kate beckett, richard castle, plot: canon shift 2

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wheresmybroom November 27 2011, 20:58:19 UTC

[In the muted light of room 103, Kate just lay in her bed.

The hall has been quiet, which is a small blessing, because Kate's mind has been loud. She'd spent the week obsessing. Going through Castle's things, reviewing the notes on his laptop, trying to find any hint, any clue as to why the Author had sent him away.

Why she had been left here alone to deal with the aftermath of being shot. Why she had been left here aloneShe'd kept true to her word and started a murder board on the wall. But it wasn't filled with the empty faces of unwilling corpses; instead it was a mish-mash of torn pieces of paper, scribbled notes and a still incomplete map of the manor. She written down the names of everyone she had met and descriptions of where they were from what she knew about them. Right now the main linking factor was attachment to law enforcement, but she didn't know if that was across the board or just whimsical coincidence ( ... )

myjobpaysbetter November 28 2011, 03:00:18 UTC

[There's a change in the depth of the shadow at the bottom of the door. He can see it, if only because he's been staring at it for who knows how long now. When the door opens it takes him too long to look up. When he finally meets her eyes his knees almost buckle.

She's alright. She's right there. Part of him, deep, deep in the back of his mind knew that. He knew while he first saw the door that she was here.

Oh, Kate you are a mess, and if he could make himself move he'd go to her, but the shock needs to settle, it needs to work it's way through him and just settle. Because no matter how big a mess she is, no matter how sad and hurt she looks. She's HERE. She's not hurt.]

Kate?

[Could his voice be any more tiny and broken? He finally forces his feet to move and takes a careful step forward. He swallows the lump in his throat, his face screws up a bit a wash of emotions that he is struggling to keep in check.]

Beckett?

[Another step, the space between then is so big, even if it's not. The hallway feels like it's a mile ( ... )

wheresmybroom November 28 2011, 03:53:23 UTC

[She stands in her doorway like a scared animal ( ... )

myjobpaysbetter November 28 2011, 04:55:36 UTC

[He's right there to catch her. To hold her. To pull her in and keep her close. He lets out a ragged sigh...The last time he held her, he wasn't sure he was ever going to see her again. The last time he held her...]

Where would I go?

[He brushes some hair from her face, he still can't quite believe, but that's not right because somehow he knew he'd find her and she'd be fine. It's like a a hazy dream he can't quite remember all the details of.]

Shh...I'm here. I'm here. Are you--[Pardon him, he's almost sure she's fine, but he's going to put his hand over her chest. When he pulls it away he's nearly sure he sees blood, but he blinks and it's gone. For a moment...He could believe that she was shot and in the panic trying to help her he was hit too. That they both died back there...and this...is whatever comes after.] Are we?

[Castle's brow creases. Concern. Confusion. A calm sort of knowing. It's all there like layers of overlapping film.]

You were shot. [His voice cracks, he can't help it. He was sure. He was so sure she was ( ... )

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