Fic--The Last of the Sleepless Ones
Title: The Last of the Sleepless Ones
Author: foreverwriting9
Characters/Pairings: Castle/Beckett
Spoilers: References to Flowers for Your Grave, 3XK, Knockout, and Cops and Robbers
Rating: PG-13 for some implied torture and other violence
Word Count: 560
Summary: Both Castle and Beckett are haunted by nightmares.
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Castle has these dreams (nightmares) about Beckett. They used to simply be about blood spattered grass and snipers hiding behind headstones, but now they’ve evolved from even that.
(He supposes it was inevitable.)
The dream starts out innocently enough with Castle talking to Beckett on the phone. (The horrors that come next always catch him off guard because as soon as he hears her voice through the phone his mind immediately jumps to fantasies and sex.)
“Tell me you need me,” Beckett half whispers to him over the crackle of static, and Castle drops his phone. When he picks it up off the floor, someone begins screaming, and it might be Beckett. Then a voice comes on the phone.
“I’m going to start with you girlfriend, Richard.” It sounds like Trapper John, Hal Lockwood, and Jerry Tyson all rolled into one. The screaming starts up again, but Castle is never sure whether it’s him or Beckett this time.
Then suddenly, there’s a ticking noise in Castle’s ear rather than blood curdling screams, and he can literally feel the ice in his veins.
“Beckett, Beckett, Beckett. Kate. I’ll save you, I’ll find you-” He’s babbling now, and he knows he can’t promise Beckett anything, but he desperately wants to give her hope.
“Ten seconds,” the voice whispers in his ear, and Castle thinks he might throw up. “Ten, nine, eight-”
“I love you, Kate. I love you.”
Castle always wakes up with the sound of bomb blasts ringing in his ears.
Beckett’s nightmare starts off with the shattering of a clock that’s hovering above a large, empty field. The slivers of glass rain down upon her head, and then there are bullets slicing through the air, and suddenly Beckett can’t breathe.
She takes off running then, tripping and tumbling over mounds of earth and tangled weeds. Halfway across the field, Beckett realizes that there is a weight attached to one of her wrists, and when she turns around, she’s not at all surprised to see Castle. He’s grinning at her, and practically jumps up and down with excitement.
“I feel like Jason Bourne,” he says, and he sounds like a small child, “or James Bond-”
Beckett cuts him off. “Castle, this is serious.”
He shakes his head at her like she’s being silly, and then adopts a British accent. “The good things in life are shaken, not stirred.”
“Castle-”
That’s when the bullet rips through his chest.
He stares at Beckett for a moment, eyes wide, before he falls onto the ground.
Things start moving too fast and too slow then, and before Beckett really understands what’s happening, she has Castle’s head in her lap and she’s brushing dirt and blood off of his face.
“Stay with me, Castle. C’mon.”
His gaze fixates on the blue sky just over Beckett’s shoulder. “Do you remember when we first met?” he asks, and he’s smiling far too much for someone who’s just been shot (someone who’s dying).
“Yes,” she says, tightening her grip on his shirt as though that will somehow keep him anchored to her.
“I wanted to sign your chest,” he stage whispers to her, and then he’s laughing and coughing, and Beckett can feel the sob beginning to catch in the back of her throat.
She wakes up shaking and sweating as soon as Castle’s eyes start to slip closed.
Author: foreverwriting9
Characters/Pairings: Castle/Beckett
Spoilers: References to Flowers for Your Grave, 3XK, Knockout, and Cops and Robbers
Rating: PG-13 for some implied torture and other violence
Word Count: 560
Summary: Both Castle and Beckett are haunted by nightmares.
-
Castle has these dreams (nightmares) about Beckett. They used to simply be about blood spattered grass and snipers hiding behind headstones, but now they’ve evolved from even that.
(He supposes it was inevitable.)
The dream starts out innocently enough with Castle talking to Beckett on the phone. (The horrors that come next always catch him off guard because as soon as he hears her voice through the phone his mind immediately jumps to fantasies and sex.)
“Tell me you need me,” Beckett half whispers to him over the crackle of static, and Castle drops his phone. When he picks it up off the floor, someone begins screaming, and it might be Beckett. Then a voice comes on the phone.
“I’m going to start with you girlfriend, Richard.” It sounds like Trapper John, Hal Lockwood, and Jerry Tyson all rolled into one. The screaming starts up again, but Castle is never sure whether it’s him or Beckett this time.
Then suddenly, there’s a ticking noise in Castle’s ear rather than blood curdling screams, and he can literally feel the ice in his veins.
“Beckett, Beckett, Beckett. Kate. I’ll save you, I’ll find you-” He’s babbling now, and he knows he can’t promise Beckett anything, but he desperately wants to give her hope.
“Ten seconds,” the voice whispers in his ear, and Castle thinks he might throw up. “Ten, nine, eight-”
“I love you, Kate. I love you.”
Castle always wakes up with the sound of bomb blasts ringing in his ears.
Beckett’s nightmare starts off with the shattering of a clock that’s hovering above a large, empty field. The slivers of glass rain down upon her head, and then there are bullets slicing through the air, and suddenly Beckett can’t breathe.
She takes off running then, tripping and tumbling over mounds of earth and tangled weeds. Halfway across the field, Beckett realizes that there is a weight attached to one of her wrists, and when she turns around, she’s not at all surprised to see Castle. He’s grinning at her, and practically jumps up and down with excitement.
“I feel like Jason Bourne,” he says, and he sounds like a small child, “or James Bond-”
Beckett cuts him off. “Castle, this is serious.”
He shakes his head at her like she’s being silly, and then adopts a British accent. “The good things in life are shaken, not stirred.”
“Castle-”
That’s when the bullet rips through his chest.
He stares at Beckett for a moment, eyes wide, before he falls onto the ground.
Things start moving too fast and too slow then, and before Beckett really understands what’s happening, she has Castle’s head in her lap and she’s brushing dirt and blood off of his face.
“Stay with me, Castle. C’mon.”
His gaze fixates on the blue sky just over Beckett’s shoulder. “Do you remember when we first met?” he asks, and he’s smiling far too much for someone who’s just been shot (someone who’s dying).
“Yes,” she says, tightening her grip on his shirt as though that will somehow keep him anchored to her.
“I wanted to sign your chest,” he stage whispers to her, and then he’s laughing and coughing, and Beckett can feel the sob beginning to catch in the back of her throat.
She wakes up shaking and sweating as soon as Castle’s eyes start to slip closed.