Disclaimer: I don't own them...not now, not ever.
A/N: Just a small piece I can't stop thinking about, no joke I found myself thinking about the fifth season finale while at work today...this is what happened. I hope you who read it enjoy it!
Her fingers are slipping, she knows giving up is not an option, but gravity is really kicking her ass now. Her body getting heavier, pulling her in the opposite direction of where she is trying to get to, every pull, every movement of her body causing another precious centimeter of hold to be lost. Her scar began pulling the moment she caught herself, not feeling any blood seeping into her clothes the only proof that it hasn't ripped open.
He walked away from where she had landed only moments ago, but the burn in all of her upper body makes those moments seem like hours. He wasn't going to come back and finish the job, push her. No. He was going to let her do this to herself.
She can't believe it's going to end like this.
But this is where it will.
She can scream all she wants, call for him, he's isn't going to come here to save her this time. She made sure of that when she quite effectively broke his heart and kicked him out at the same time. She'll never get to do that over, that's what he's going to be left with, the last memory that he'll have of her.
He's never going to know what's in her heart. How he makes her feel in every fiber of her being. She's going to take that with her. A secret like so many she's kept from him.
She's glances around her, taking in her last moments.
It's always been said that in their last moments a person's life flashes before their eyes.
Not true.
It wasn't her waking up as a five-year old to find her first bike waiting for her under the Christmas tree, or the first Yankee game that her father had taken her to. Wasn't her mother shopping with her for her prom dress, packing up to move across the country for college. Wasn't the last morning she spent with her mother sitting at the kitchen table, or the nightmarish blur that was the days after her mother's death. She didn't see her first day at the academy, or the real first time she met Castle. It wasn't the first cup of coffee that he brought her or the hundreds after.
But it was Castle.
She saw the surprise on his face as she showed up as his apartment door soaked to the bone. Could almost feel the passion and anger in the kiss as his lips assaulted hers, saw him sitting up in bed as he watched her make her way back to it and him, two cups of coffee in hand. She saw a trip to the Hampton's, a weekend that should have been full of wine and food and skin and sex, instead filled with a local mystery. A Christmas tradition changed because she just wanted to be with him and his family. Dinner with her dad and his mom, movie nights where neither one could agree on movie, one teasing the other over any bad choice that had been made. She saw breakfast at his loft and a nasty chocolate and egg concoction that she would never let get anywhere near her mouth. She could almost feel his hand against her face as he tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear. A Valentine's Day almost ruined ending in kisses and promises she'd never made to any other man. Ski trips, birthday parties, chiffon black dresses with pearl earrings and kisses in front of family and friends…
It was Castle she saw and all the things they'd never done.
She was still there though, one hand holding on with all of her might even while her fingers still slipped another centimeter…Kate screamed for him again, though he would never hear it, would anyone?