In Other Words

Rating: T

Spoilers: Watch up to present time to know character's back-stories.

A/N: No idea where this will lead. Based on the song Fly Me to the Moon (also known as In Other Words) by Frank Sinatra. Anyways, hope you enjoy. Reviews are always great.

Summary: (The one posted in description): When Kate's mother died, Kate changed her life plan and went into the world of writing, making her thoughts a New York Times best-selling series. A dramatic change happens when one of her fans, Richard Castle, realizes her writing wasn't just fiction, but her life. What will happen between writer Beckett and Castle? Will the journey be painful? Very AU and Caskett

(Original) The pain Kate Beckett carried felt like a heart ripped in half. She became obsessed over her feelings of her mother's murder and went into the world of writing, making her thoughts a New York Times best-selling series. Her life suddenly changes when one of her fans, Richard Castle, realizes that her writing wasn't just fiction, but her life. What will happen between writer Beckett and high school English teacher Castle? Will the journey be painful? Will Beckett learn how to control her feelings? Caskett and very AU.

Disclaimers: I don't own Castle. ABC (or Disney) does. Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra isn't own by me.

The gaps between the curtains shined on Kate Beckett as she rested her head against the keyboard to her laptop. It was another night of staying up to work on her next chapter of her new book, Within her Eyes, the third book to her series, Perception.

Kate stirred, rolling over different characters on the keyboard. "Dad? Where's mom?" she whispered to herself as she turned her head to the opposite direction. The mumbling kept piling up every night, getting worse each day.

"I said, where is mom?" she said louder, like she was repeating history.

After a moment, tears started to fall onto her computer. It was amazing how the computer hasn't crashed because of all the water that fell onto it everyday.

Kate suddenly jolted up off her chair, knocking over the chair in the process, and looked at the half-covered window confusedly. The window didn't look like her house. It looked like it was from a different time.

She sighed. It was only a nightmare. Well, a reoccurring one. She wished they'd all go away; all the nightmares, and were thrown out the simple window that made her realize what year it was.

Kate ran a hand through her knotted hair. She needed a coffee. And a shower. Kate walked through her small apartment to the door. Her coat was on the same hook that she placed yesterday. Maybe this would be a better day than yesterday.

She removed the coat off the hook, and put it on. The coat was a little cold, but it would heat up after getting use to her body temperature.

Slowly, Kate opened the door and headed out into the streets of New York to get herself a coffee.

***Caskett***

Richard Castle was out getting his regular cup of coffee, reading one of his favourite books, Within the Lies, by author Kate Beckett, before heading off to work. It was seven-thirty in the morning when a ding could be heard from the door. Castle turned around, and there she was-Kate Beckett. She walked through the door.

Today wasn't the day he thought he would meet her. His thoughts went to a beautiful beach where she'd be writing by the cool water, making sure her computer wasn't getting wet.

Castle snapped out of his thoughts when he heard that she ordered her coffee with one milk and two sugar. Two sugar and one milk. "That couldn't be her," he thought to himself. "She seemed too much of the type that would drink a sweeter coffee than that." Castle looked at her again. Her hair looked like a mop, like she didn't sleep all night, and her clothes were wrinkled, enough to know she hasn't changed her clothes for at least a day.

He read the first couple of sentences from the page he was on again: Ashley's eyes were filled with fear as she looked at the man holding the knife in front of her. She was going to die. The facts were already in front of her. She wished she didn't dig so deep. Maybe, she could have lived this tragedy.

The book spoke to him like there was something behind it that was on the tip of his tongue.

Kate was about to walk out the door with her coffee in her hands, when Castle got out of his seat with his book and walked to her. "Kate Beckett?" he asked her. Kate turned around tiredly. She looked more exhausted closer than when he first saw her.

"Ya, hi. Who are you?" she questioned. Castle held up Within the Lies by Kate Beckett. She sighed. "Oh, just a fan. You want it signed?" Kate said. Richard wanted to tell her something about what he thought, but it probably wasn't the right time. Or was it?

He replied, "Um, sure, ya. That would be great." Kate grabbed a pen from one of her coat pockets after removing a bunch of old receipts. She grabbed the book out of his hands, and walked to the nearest table.

The table was covered in crumbs though, but she didn't notice. "Hey, hey! There's crumbs on that table!" he exclaimed. Kate looked at the table. He was right. She moved to a farther table, and placed the book down, along with her coffee beside it. Castle followed her to the table.

"Who do I address this to?" Kate asked. Richard looked at her again. He felt bad that he was making her sign his book and stopping her from getting sleep. Maybe he should mention something to her.

"Richard Castle." Kate pressed the button on the pen, and moved the blue ink across the paper page sloppily. He tilted his head to read the handwriting. Enjoy the journey, Richard Castle. Kate Beckett. He clicked her pen again before handing him back the book.

Katherine stated, "Here's your book." Castle removed the book from her hands. They were still lingering in the air like she was still holding onto the book. Castle placed a hand on her hands.

"Kate?" Her hands flinched before they moved back to her side.

"Sorry. I'm just tired. I should get some sleep." Kate grabbed her coffee, and was about to walk away when Castle grabbed her wrist gently. She turned to face him.

"Are you okay?" She nodded, but her eyes were telling him a different story.

He gave her a small smile. "It's okay to tell the truth you know. Your books-" he cut himself off. She looked confused. She hoped he wasn't going where she thought he was going.

"What about my books?" she said madly. Books are just fiction. Well, that's what Kate kept telling herself. She even wrote a page saying that all names and ideas were used only for this book series, and that if shared the same name, it was just a coincidence.

He stuttered, "Nothing. It's just..."

"It's just what exactly?! It's just fiction Mr. Castle, and only fiction!" People started to turn their heads towards the argument. Castle noticed this factor, but apparently Kate didn't.

"How about we go talk outside? You know, the fresh air may make our minds clearer." Kate let out a sigh and nodded. He was right. She needed to calm down a bit, just enough so she could act like a normal human outside her house.

The pair walked out the coffee shop, and through the streets of New York.

The weather was chillier than it was when Kate walked there. She shivered the faintest, even with her jacket on, but it caught Castle's eye. "Here, take this," he said as he removed his coat, and put it on her, making her have a third layer of protection from the harsh weather. She moved her arms so the coat would fit nicely over her other coat.

"Why are you trying to help me? What do you really want?"

He shrugged. "Because I like to help someone in need, especially if it's someone I know a bit about."

"You don't know anything about me," she said, her teeth chattering as she spoke.

"I know that you are an author who doesn't get enough sleep," he pointed out. "Come, I should take you somewhere that you won't freeze to death."

"But I don't want to go home!" she complained as she walked like a drunk person, accidentally bumping into some people.

"Watch where you're going miss!" a man yelled.

"I'm sorry," Castle said, apologizing on her behalf. "She's just very tired from a busy night."

"Then get a taxi!" the man shouted as he continued to speed walk past the pair. Castle shook his head, until he realized that Kate was already halfway up the street.

"Kate!" he yelled as he ran towards the tired writer. She realized that Castle was calling his name, and turned around slowly. There was Castle running towards her.

Once he reached her, he was huffing and puffing. "Kate," he said, breathing heavily.

"I just want... to go... somewhere..." she said as she suddenly collapsed, spilling her coffee onto the ground. Castle dove for her body, catching her before she hit the ground.

Short chapter, but I promise that the next will be longer. Reviews are great.