Castle in the 1930s fic snippet
Because really, the more like Nick & Nora Charles these two are, the better the show would be.
"Here we are-oof," Rick Castle said as the Golden State Limited jerked to a halt at platform 29 at Grand Central Terminal. "You'd think for the amount of money a cross-country ticket costs, they manage not to knock us into the walls. Does a train car even have walls, since they aren't attached to the ground? Are they just sides?"
"Castle," Kate Beckett-now Kate Castle, a fact which he still hadn't quite gotten over, even though it had been almost a month since the wedding-hissed as she stared out the window. "What are all those people doing out there?"
He touched her shoulder, hoping to soften the blow of what was coming. "They're here to see us. Well, more specifically you."
Her eyes widened, and he mentally counted to...well, he only got to one. "What?!" she exploded.
He winced. "You remember how I told you the papers tend to print everything about my life they can get their hands on, and make up things when they can't? Well, they've already made up plenty about you, and now people want to see you for themselves."
She glared at him. He worked at not finding it adorable. "You didn't say that half the city would meet us at the train station."
He glanced out the window again. "There aren't really that many-"
"Not that many? The president has fewer people show up when he makes a speech!"
"Well, okay, there are a few more than I expected..." As he said this, several policemen began pushing their way through the crowd, attempting to create enough space for the train's passengers to alight. He swallowed hard. "Kate." He touched her shoulders again, turning her so that she faced him, her expression still one of outrage and the tiniest bit of apprehension. "It'll be all right. We'll just get off the train, stride very purposefully through the path those nice policemen are clearing, and James will be waiting in the car to spirit us away from the crowds."
A tiny smile flickered across her lips. "Your driver is actually named James?"
He returned the smile. "No, actually his name is Elmer. But he lets me call him James sometimes."
She darted her eyes back toward the window. "And what if someone tries to get in our way while we're leaving?"
"Well, I have you to protect me, don't I?"
Apparently that was the key to cheering her up-he'd have to remember that-because she suddenly laughed and gave him a playful punch to the arm that he intercepted just in time, pulling her against his body and kissing her soundly.
***********
So obviously, if I were to continue this, WHICH I WILL NOT, they would stumble across a murder that needs solving, Beckett would wow the NYPD and make them beg her to join their forces, and turn them down to be a private investigator because the hours are better and there's no bureaucracy. The case would probably be a reworking of the one from The Thin Man, because I stole all kinds of details from Nick and Nora already. ;)
I have new respect for people who write AUs. Even in this snippet, I had a hell of a time trying to write a Beckett and Castle shaped by the 1930s but also recognizable as the characters from the show, especially in the dialogue.
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"Here we are-oof," Rick Castle said as the Golden State Limited jerked to a halt at platform 29 at Grand Central Terminal. "You'd think for the amount of money a cross-country ticket costs, they manage not to knock us into the walls. Does a train car even have walls, since they aren't attached to the ground? Are they just sides?"
"Castle," Kate Beckett-now Kate Castle, a fact which he still hadn't quite gotten over, even though it had been almost a month since the wedding-hissed as she stared out the window. "What are all those people doing out there?"
He touched her shoulder, hoping to soften the blow of what was coming. "They're here to see us. Well, more specifically you."
Her eyes widened, and he mentally counted to...well, he only got to one. "What?!" she exploded.
He winced. "You remember how I told you the papers tend to print everything about my life they can get their hands on, and make up things when they can't? Well, they've already made up plenty about you, and now people want to see you for themselves."
She glared at him. He worked at not finding it adorable. "You didn't say that half the city would meet us at the train station."
He glanced out the window again. "There aren't really that many-"
"Not that many? The president has fewer people show up when he makes a speech!"
"Well, okay, there are a few more than I expected..." As he said this, several policemen began pushing their way through the crowd, attempting to create enough space for the train's passengers to alight. He swallowed hard. "Kate." He touched her shoulders again, turning her so that she faced him, her expression still one of outrage and the tiniest bit of apprehension. "It'll be all right. We'll just get off the train, stride very purposefully through the path those nice policemen are clearing, and James will be waiting in the car to spirit us away from the crowds."
A tiny smile flickered across her lips. "Your driver is actually named James?"
He returned the smile. "No, actually his name is Elmer. But he lets me call him James sometimes."
She darted her eyes back toward the window. "And what if someone tries to get in our way while we're leaving?"
"Well, I have you to protect me, don't I?"
Apparently that was the key to cheering her up-he'd have to remember that-because she suddenly laughed and gave him a playful punch to the arm that he intercepted just in time, pulling her against his body and kissing her soundly.
***********
So obviously, if I were to continue this, WHICH I WILL NOT, they would stumble across a murder that needs solving, Beckett would wow the NYPD and make them beg her to join their forces, and turn them down to be a private investigator because the hours are better and there's no bureaucracy. The case would probably be a reworking of the one from The Thin Man, because I stole all kinds of details from Nick and Nora already. ;)
I have new respect for people who write AUs. Even in this snippet, I had a hell of a time trying to write a Beckett and Castle shaped by the 1930s but also recognizable as the characters from the show, especially in the dialogue.
This entry was originally posted at http://icepixie.dreamwidth.org/828087.html. It has
comments over there.