Disclaimer: I don't own Castle or any of its characters. If I did, that would mean I was Disney, and therefore I owned Marvel, and thereby had some sort of input on The Avengers movie, and would thereby inflat my ego to a point where it can be seen to all those who look in the sky.

A/N: I know what your thinking; "Haseoxth, you usually stick to anime! And you haven't written a single thing in two years to boot! Why Castle?" Well, I've been a big fan of Castle since... well, Nathan Fillion starred on Firefly. That is to say, I only watched Castle because of Nathan. Then I realized there's actually more to this cop drama besides ol' Cap'n Mal. And then I opened my eyes to what is my favorite show on network TV(House is ending/ended and I can't really count The Big Bang Theory as a TV Show and more as a documentary of my and my friends life which Chuck Lorre is somehow watching). And after watching the season 4 finale, I just felt compelled to write this, and the idea for it came while I showered, where all good idea's come from. But anyway, ON WITH THE SHOW.
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Alexis

What a glorious night it was, the last hoorah with friends I may never seen again. Secret thoughts told about one another that both shocked and sadden all. And best of all, I did something very uncharacteristic of me, I stayed out til morning.

I smiled to myself at that thought as slide my key into the lock and opened the door.

"Daaad, I'm ho...ome..." My voice trailed off as I walked in and found nobody awaiting my return. I thought that my father would be sitting in the living room, waiting for the tell tale sign that I was home, with a brunch that he prepare to celebrate my graduation, amazing speech, and most of all, a way to sit me down and ask me every detail of my night out. But not even my grandmother was around to even say "Good morning".

I check the key bucket and saw that the keys to all three of his cars were still here. His office was empty, his phone still sitting on the desk. So he's home. Maybe he was still sleeping. Odd, because he was never really one for sleeping in, or sleeping at all if I wasn't home.

I made my way up the stairs, hearing russeling coming from his room as I made my way up. So he was sleeping. Hmm, I'd have to change that. I jumped the last three steps and swiftly ran to his room and swung the door open.

"Moooorrrning. The sun is shining, what little grass in New York is green. C'mon dad, wake up." He hadn't budged. Hmph. I walked over to the side of his bed and poked his shoulder a couple of times to make sure he was still alive. "Dad...?"

A head of mousy hair and blurry eyes found their way out of the covers and looked at me. "Oh, Alexis." He rubbed his face and looked closer at me. "What time is it. I said I wouldn't want to worry about you til lunch time."

"Dad," I said with a smile. "It's noon, so its time to wor-" I cut myself short when I realized there was someone else in the bed with him. His eyes went from mine to what- or who- was behind him and back to me. "Oh... On second thought, I'll just leave you be."

Another fling, even though he only had eyes for Detective Beckett. Its the only real part of him I don't like to see, and this wasn't the first time I had the unfortunately luxary of walking in on it. I made my way to the door, but his voice stopped me.

"Alexis, wait." That voice wasn't his.

I turned around, and saw him sitting up. But he wasn't alone. Kate Beckett sat next to him, covering herself with the blanket, and resting her head on my dads shoulder. She waved an embarassed hand at me, her other entwined with his.

"Hi, Alexis..."

I halfheartedly waved back, not believing what I was seeing. He told me it was never meant to be, how she couldn't get past certain things, how she'd never return the love he had for her, yet here she was... and then I felt a tear run down my check. I immediately wiped it off and held back the rest.

"One more thing to celebrate about... I'll go break out the pancakes, you two get dressed." I said before turning heel and walking out.

A/N: I do believe that Alexis has walked in on her fair share of her fathers flings. Maybe once or twice on her own mother, but she was genuinely happy with finding out about this one.

Also, I do know it's pretty half assed. Lately... inspiration doesn't come as natural for some things as they are for others. It's... hard to get into the mind of an eighteen year old girl I guess. But I hope you guys like everybody elses POV's better.