A/N- I do not own Castle: I't s characters or locations, sadly. This story is set around season three, before Beckett was shot, and before they started their relationship. It is of course, AU.
Amnesia isn't Cool
Chapter 1
An attractive woman with auburn hair, in her late-twenties early-thirties, woke up in a room. She looked around and the room seemed unfamiliar to her. Its walls were white and boring. A television was hanging up in the corner. A bouquet of Daises lay on the window sill; she could still smell their fragrance. A handsome man sat in the seat next to her bed, he himself just noticing her.
"Kateā¦Kate, you're awake. Are you okay? I was worried." The man said quickly.
The woman just looked at him, confused. "Who's Kate?"
"You are, silly, don't you remember?" The man said lightheartedly.
"I...don't remember!" The woman cried.
"You're Kate Beckett, and I'm Richard Castle. You usually call me Castle."
She sat there, frozen. "Am I Kate?" She asked finally.
"That's you." The man smiled at her, trying to contain the sadness behind his eyes.
"Richard Castle, that name does ring a bell. I can't place it though. How do you know me?"
"We are partners, sort of."
The woman, who found her name was Kate, furrowed her brow. "Sort of?"
"I'm actually a novelist, shadowing you, a detective, for research."
"uh-huh," she didn't believe him.
"Research, I swear. You want me to go get the notes that I've written about you." He stood quickly tuning to leave the room.
Kate grabbed his hand just before it got out of reach of hers. "Don't leave me, I believe you."
The man, wishing to be called Castle, returned to his chair. "You know, there was a time when I thought that this, and by this, I mean memory loss, was a cool idea. I can tell you now; I don't think it's cool at all. Not the way I'm feeling, and not the way I presume you feel as well."
She simply smiled at him.
"We will get your memory back Kate, we will."
"Thank You, Ri...Castle. I don't remember you, not really. I do however know that I can trust you."
It had been several hours, since those first tense minutes after she had first woken up. Castle had explained to her everything about her world that she seemed to have forgotten, much of which she still couldn't comprehend. Even though she did not have her memory, Kate was healthy enough to be discharged from the hospital and sent home. Castle drove her to her apartment, not sure if he should engage her in small talk along the way. The time was instead spent in an uncomfortable silence.
Once at the apartment, Kate looked around to see if the place felt familiar, it did not.
"I don't recognize this place, you sure I live her?"
"Positive, look at all the pictures around here, maybe they will help you jog your memory, and don't worry if you don't recognize the place. Your old place, well you had to move, a few months ago."
She picked up pictures and stared for minutes at each of them, hoping that she would recognize someone in the photographs, even herself, she didn't.
"This is pointless. I don't recognize anyone, not even myself."
"Give it time; you will be right as rain, in no time at all."
Kate scoffed, wiping tears away before they formed fully in her eyes.
"Hey, look at this." Castle had found the bookshelves that housed his early works, as well as a few authors he had never heard of. "I knew you were a fan."
Kate walked over to Castle's location. She put her hands on one of the books, brushing her fingers against the name Richard Castle. "I loved you, I think."
"You loved me?" Castle asked curiously, a spec of hopefulness in his voice.
"Well the author, which you are. I mean, look at this selection, I have to have every book that you ever wrote in here."
"From what I gather, you do."
Kate brushed her fingers across all the novels on the middle shelf, pulling the last one from the shelf. The title 'Heat Wave' got her attention. "Heat? I remember that name...why?"
"It's the character I am basing on you. We had several long discussions about that name, you hated it."
"I think it makes some sense." Kate opened it, reading the dedication. To the extraordinary K.B. And all my friends at the 12th. "The 12th, the 12th what?"
"Precinct. You're a detective, a damn good one. Why else would I follow you?"
"I can think of a few reasons," Kate looked back at a photo of her and the man who was with her now. It was obvious the way he looked at her in the portrait that he was smitten with her.
"Such as?" Castle pressed her.
"Maybe you're losing your touch," she said, giving him a flirty smile.
"That's the Kate Beckett, I remember." He said without thinking.
"Glad one of us can," Kate said sadly.
"You hungry," Castle quickly changed the subject.
Kate nodded, knowing it was best to drop it.
"I'll make you something, as long as you have actual food in this house."
"Okay," Kate sat down and started to read 'Heat Wave', hoping to get some helpful insights on her own past.
A/N-I posted this once before, but it seems to have disappeared, so I am re-posting it after fixing some errors. Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1, Please Review.
