Author's Note: This is actually a short piece as preparation for my English Language AS coursework because I came up with the brilliant idea to write fanfiction. Anyway, first Castle fic. It's meant to be cute/funny.
"It's okay, Kate," says Castle breathlessly as he tries not to the inhale the putrid stench that now filled the kitchen. "That's right ju-," he gags, "just get it all out."
Castle risks an intake of air; he's pretty sure he couldn't go another second without the precious element we call oxygen. His forehead wore a thin layer of moisture. This was exhausting. As he held Kate's hair, every now and then tucking loose strands behind her ears, he thought back to his younger days. His hair was long and luscious and almost as beautiful as Beckett's. Now? It was cropped relatively short and had the classic 'Castle flick' going on. It was his hair that resulted in queues outside of Tony's barber shop and outside of Barnes and Noble on the day of book signings and releases. It kind of made him look like Clark Kent, he thought. It made him look "super". Writer by day, consulting detective by night…
"I think I'm done, Castle."
Oh thank God, he thought. He let go of her hair and wiped his brow, leant over the sink and threw up.
"I'm not," he managed between sobs and retches.
"Would you like me to hold your hair back, Castle?"