A/N: Got an idea during math, worked on this instead of the class work. Got yelled at my by math teacher for doing "English homework". Psh, totally worth it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle. He wonderful Mr. Marlowe does, and I think him EVERY DAY for creating Castle :)
I'm DEAD. That picture of Stana hugging Nathan on the Santa Monica Pier during shooting (okay, during a break). I think we should all take a minute and thank Luke for that picture. Tweet him, run down the street and yell it, write him a letter... I don't care. Just do something ;D
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I need another story something to get off my chest.
My life gets kind of boring, need something that I can confess.
Boredom. Richard Castle knew all about that. It was always the same - write a book, go to book release parties and signings, talk to fans, smile, take a picture, smile, sign something. It never changed. Girls fawned over him, giggly and flirty. He had to pretend to like having girls throw themselves at him, but he had to politely decline. Not that he wanted them anyway. He was a human, not a sex toy that you use for something, then discard in a corner.
He sighed and stared at his laptop. He put it down on the coffee table in front of him and , he meandered to the fridge and opened it staring blindly at the contents for a few minutes.
A warm, small body wrapped her arms around him from behind, and put her head on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, Dad?" asked the girl, concerned.
"What are you doing up, Alexis? It's almost three in the morning." He grabbed the whipped cream and closed the fridge door.
He shifted, so he was facing the island of counter, and his daughter was still clinging onto him.
"Couldn't sleep. Why are you up?" She let go off him, and hopped up onto the counter.
Castle sprayed whipped cream into his mouth and swallowed. He handed his daughter the can and she took a mouthful.
"I was having trouble sleeping, so I got up to work on the trials and tribulations of Mr. Storm, but he wasn't cooperating." explained Castle, taking another gulp of whipped cream.
"Can I read what you have so far?" asked the red-headed teenager.
"Sure, pumpkin."
He scooped her up off the counter as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the couch. He dropped her and she giggled. She reached out and grabbed his laptop. She began to read, her eyes darting across the screen. Her surprise became more and more evident as she read further.
"Dad?" asked Alexis. "Is this going int he book?"
"Yeah, why?" Castle frowned, confused.
"Um... it's just... that... you killed Derrick. You're ending the series?" Alexis asked "I though you liked writing Derrick."
Castle sighed, not knowing what to say. He was always honest with Alexis, and that wasn't ever going to change.
"Writing Derrick used to be fun, now it feels like work. Whenever I try and get him to do something, he does the opposite. He's beginning to become... me. He's annoying and never does what he's told. He's too hard to write." He gave his daughter a wry smile.
He stood, grabbing his daughter's hands and lifting her up off the couch.
"Come on, baby bunny. Bedtime."
Alexis yawned, and wrapped her arms around her dad, then headed for the stairs.
"Night, dad. Hope Derrick cooperates. Don't take it too hard if he acts like you, though. You're a good person." She turned and climbed the stairs.
Castle sat back down. He closed his laptop and put it back on the coffee table. He felt sickened with himself. He killed off Derrick because he was bored? He was becoming a self-centered rich person. Oh well, he knew Alexis would always be there for him, and if he ever put a toe over the line, she'd yank him back over it.
A/N: Chapter two coming soon!