A/N:Thank you for all the awesome reviews! They are much appreciated! :) After today, I will be posting a new chapter each Friday. Hope you enjoy!

6/6/2014 - Also, I had to make a very minor edit on the first chapter. If you want to take a look, that's cool. It might lessen any confusion that may pop up in later chapters. ;)

Me + 2am + Coffee = a big mess for Li to fix. So this is all for her. :) (And let me tell you, this one looks to be a record-breaker)


When he first started writing, Richard Castle had a notebook that he kept notes and story lines in. When he wrote something awful, he could easily pull the paper out and throw it away. Unfortunately, he couldn't do that with his laptop like he really, really wanted to at this moment.

The deadline for the first chapter of this new series was due in just a few weeks and he had absolutely nothing. Nothing. At. All.

Not even half a clue.

His phone rang, and he knew it was either Gina or Paula to gripe at him more about his lack of writing and to berate him, again, about killing off Derrick Storm. He rode a fine line with both of them, alternating between whether they were people he wanted to talk to or if he imagined them as the next murder victims in his stories.

The story part was easy. It was just finding *the* character who would investigate said murder. Nothing was coming, and it seemed like it wasn't going to change any time soon.

Rick tapped the 'reject' button on his phone and clenched his fists as he let the anger and frustration overwhelm him. He closed his eyes and let his hands fall open. In his mind, he imagined the wind billowing around him, making him feel strong, and the stronger he felt, the stronger the air blew and shifted around him, knocking books off the shelves and clearing his desk. He opened his eyes, and papers flew in front of his face, billowing across his office as he directed them.

Then, he realized, this wasn't his imagination at all.

His eyes widened and he froze in place. He slowly turned and looked around his office, seeing the cleared bookshelves and piles of strewn books and papers as they floated to the floor.

Did he really do this? It was amazing and frightening at the same time.

Rick dropped into his chair and tried to remember how to breathe. He stared at his hands thinking of what just happened. What he made happen.

Where did this power come from? What if he lost control of it? What could happen?

... What else could he do?

He called Gina. There were several meetings that needed to be rescheduled. He couldn't afford to lose control of this in front of everyone. There was no way in hell he was going to leave his penthouse until he knew he could control whatever this was.

But once he could... the wonders he could do with this ability.