A/N: Prompt from Anon: "It's over. We're over Beckett." or "It's over. We're over Castle." I let you chose, or you can do both (:
All I will say to this is get to the end.
"Beckett what do want?"
"You." Then she was flying to him. Pulling his face to hers and pressing her lips to his, not wanting to let him go. But she felt his reluctance, uncertainty, so she pulled away just enough so she could speak. "I'm so sorry Castle. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Then her lips were on his again.
But he pulled her away, almost too harshly and she looked back at him, completely ready to tell him everything, tell him that she loved him, that she screwed up but it was his next words that tore away the one piece of hope she had left. "I told you I was done, that we were done. So how the hell can you just show up here and…" He let go of her wrists and ran a hand down his face as he turned and took a few steps away from her.
She cautiously followed him into his apartment, closing the door behind her. "Let me tell you what happened."
He turned back, hand held out in front of him. "No! You chose that over your life, over us. Then you just come here and, and, and, what? Expect me to just succumb to you and think that you actually want this?!"
"I do! I do want this! I made a mistake, choosing my mother's case over you was the biggest mistake of my life. Losing you, I didn't know what that meant, what it would feel like until I was dangling from a 10 story building with no hope of living. My hands were slipping, my fingers were growing weak….and the only thing I could think about was you. Not the guy that put me in that position. Not the guy who killed my mom. Not Coonan. You."
"So let me get this straight. The only time you've ever thought of me before your mother's case was tonight when you almost died?" He waited for her response and when he didn't get one, "It's over. We're over Beckett. And I don't just mean for now. I mean I don't ever want to see you again. I don't want to hear from you. I don't want to see anything that reminds me of you." Then he was retreating to his office.
"No, Castle please." She followed him but once inside his office, he was nowhere in sight. "Castle?" She proceeded to his bedroom. Nothing. "Castle!" Then she heard it.
"Beckett." She followed the voice that sounded like it was coming from the closet but still nothing.
"Castle!"
"Kate!"
Now she was frantically running through his bedroom, desperately trying to figure out where he was.
She shot up, sweat covering her brow. She looked around. This definitely wasn't her apartment and the bed was oddly warm.
"Nightmare?"
She turned to her right and Castle was there, shirtless, the white comforter covering below his waist. "It was a dream?"
"Yeah. Looked like a pretty bad one."
She sighed and smiled softly before laying back down, resting her head on his chest, arm draped over his torso, his wrapping around her shoulder. "You're here."
"Of course I'm here."
"I thought you said no."
"No to what?"
"Last night."
"Who could possibly resist a rain drenched woman telling you she just wanted you." He kissed the crown of her head and she snuggled closer to him.