What the Future Holds: A Firefly/Castle fanfic
Castle and Beckett shut the car doors, with to slams one after the other, and walked up to a warehouse. "So you think this is it?" Castle asked Beckett, "The reason he was murdered? Albert's secret workshop, where he was building his time machine?"
"It's hardly secret if he told everyone he knew about it, and we don't know if this is why he was murdered yet. That's why we're here."
"Bet you fifty dollars we'll find a time machine inside."
"Oh, I wouldn't take your money like that castle," Beckett said as they pushed open the warehouse doors.
They froze on the threshold staring around. The whole room had bits of metal, wires, buttons, and who knows what lying on the floor everywhere. And in the center of it all sat a huge metal box, with a door made of wood, and a brass handle, it looked as if Albert had just improvised and used a house door. "Fifty dollars," Castle whispered.
"That's not a time machine," Beckett said as they picked their way through all of the debris on the floor.
"Then what is it?"
"Maybe a failed attempt?" Beckett suggested walking around the box slowly.
"I think this is the real thing," Castle said opening the door and peaking inside.
"Of course you do," Beckett said, "Time machines aren't real Castle."
"Don't just assume- what's that?" Castle said reaching down to pick of a sheet of paper.
"What is it?" Beckett said walking over and peering over his shoulder at it.
"I can't read it, it's too dark in here," Castle looked around and seeing a chain like might be hanging off of a lamp he pulled it. The door swung shut with a snap.
"What did you do Castle?" Beckett asked whipping around.
"Nothing," Castle protested, "I just pulled this chain- I think I just started the time machine." Castle realized excitedly.
"No, there's no such thing as a real-" just then the box gave a jerk and it felt as if the world were being ripped apart.