Hi everyone, firstly I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who favourited (is this a real word?)/ alerted chapter 1! To those of you who were wondering 2 meters is just over 6 feet... so, I actually meant to write feet but I am Canadian and these things slip out sometimes... what can you do, eh?(we don't eve get that much snow up here!) This chapter is very different- but I really wanted to explain some of Alexis's behaviour! I promise next chapter will be back to normal, and it is already almost finished!
Disclaimer still applies, all publicly recognizable characters, setting etc. belong to their rightful owners. All original content is property of the author (me!)
"Dad, don't do this again...I know dad, don't worry, I'm alright... I wont dad, I don't even think we have- you were supposed to buy some on your way home. Don't worry dad I'm not mad, just be safe okay? Love you."
Alexis gently put the phone on it's cradle and walked over to the kitchen. The foundation of her annual christmas eve dinner was scattered through out the room, the oven pre-heating, water for soup boiling, sugar cookie dough in a lump on the counter.
She walked over to the kitchen cupboard and found her favourite rolling pin. After rubbing flower into the wood Alexis began to pound and flatten that cookie dough like there was no tomorrow. After all, the cookies had to be nice and crisp; her father couldn't stand chewy christmas cookies.
Oh dear, her father.
Alexis made her way over to the living room and sat herself on the couch. She left the mess in the kitchen for her father to clean when he gets home.
"And when he does" she thought to her self, "he's going to wish he had it as easy as those cookies"
She sighed, he had been at the precinct with detective Beckett all night last night, not wanting to leave her there alone. It was no wonder that they had fallen asleep, she couldn't blame them for that, but missing christmas? He was supposed to spend christmas with family, people he loves...
Alexis used all her will power to try to take Kate Beckett out of that category, but she knew he loved her. Everyone knew it and prayed for the day that someone would make a move, but Alexis wasn't too fond of the whole notion. Ever since there was that Nikki Heat case, and the one with the freezer Alexis began to hate the idea of her dad shadowing Beckett, and with every brush with death Alexis began to hate Kate more and more.
She knew it was wrong. How could she despise this woman, who clearly cared about her dad. Alexis thought about her shooting; how could she hate Kate as she laid dying dying in the hospital. She thought about the hostage situation her father got himself into; how could she scream at the poor woman when she could clearly see Kate's world crumbling in her eyes?
She punched a pillow. It wasn't even about her dad's safety anymore. Hell, he was probably safer staying on the police's side of the action than he ever was as a party crazy, lawbreaking, page six making author. He was most likely safer doing his research with the NYPD, who would do everything in their power to keep him from harm, than those criminals and shady figures he used to meet to research his other books.
Alexis frowned as she admitted to herself what her real problem was. She was so used to being Castle's little girl, his princess, that it was hard to see him love another woman, other than grams, so much. But she knew her dad still loved her unconditionally, that he still put her first. She could even tell that he thought about her when he wad around his beloved Kate, in fact she was certain that most of the good advice actually came from her. Still, Alexis was, although she hated to admit it to herself, jealous, but there was something more there...
She stood up and made her way over to the kitchen, deciding that at least her and grams could have a nice dinner. And, as she took out the "christmas story cookie cutters" from the cookie cutter drawer Alexis realized what else it was that she was feeling. Her "maternal instincts". It was a running joke in her family that she raised her dad into the man he is today, and in a way it is true. Yes, Alexis is a teenager, with all the insecurities, hopes, fears and dreams of a teenager, but she is very mature for her age. Despite her own youth, Alexis could see the young spirit in her father's blue eyes. The boyish curiosity, the naïvety in his always doing kind things for complete strangers, whether it was right or not.
Alexis lived her entire life with her dad. She was so used to him being strong, him being wise, him being a pillar of support whenever she needed it. Those traits in her dad seemed to her as natural as the breaths that he took, so, whenever she looked in his eyes she could only see her father who would do anything for anyone. Who loved those he loved unconditionally no matter what, and all she wanted to do was protect him from anyone who could hurt him.
Katherine Beckett could hurt him. Katherine Beckett held his heart in her hands, and she knew it. The thing was, she would never be able to. She looked into his blue eyes and saw everything that his daughter saw: the playful, fun loving, naïve man who she was terrified to take to crime scenes, but she saw so much more as well. Kate looked into the eyes of her partner and she saw seriousness and respect. She saw the tired lines around his eyes that told her how he stayed up late, thinking, writing and taking care of everybody, including herself.
Thanks for reading, let me know what you think.
-Mellie
