Chapter 2
Kate Beckett stood alone, surrounded by darkness. She could hear screaming in the darkness, a woman voice that seemed to come from all sides. A river of blood drained from her, trickling down her body. It created a small crimson colored pool at her feet. She felt lightheaded from the loss of blood, but she couldn't help moving around. She tried to listen to where the scream was coming from; she couldn't determine its location. There didn't seem to be anything she could do, although she wanted to, the pain was too great for her to continue onward. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't scream. Kate could just be, alone in the darkness. A voice stirred her from her pain, from the constant darkness.
"Kate," a man yelled from a distance. "I need you, where are you. You have to help me save her, please."
The voice felt familiar to her, she could not place it inside the vast emptiness that was her mind.
"Where are you," she cried. "I'm hurt, I can't get to you."
Silence
"Whoever you are, I can't help you, I can't even help myself."
"Help me, Kate, I need you, where are you?" The voice returned, "Why don't you come to me? Kate!"
"Who is it, tell me who you are."
It was no use, there was only silence and darkness around her, she was alone, she felt she would be for the rest of her life. Why was she alone? They said that they would be there forever. But she was alone. It wasn't real, this had to be a dream, and all she had to do was wake up. Just wake up, Kate.
Kate had awoken, drenched in sweat. She was back at her apartment. She was in her bedroom, or what she believed to be her bedroom. Lying next to her was a handsome man, the same man she had been crying out for. At least that was what made the most sense to her, since in her mind; he was all that she knew. Castle must have stayed with her so she wouldn't be lonely when she had woken up, he was so sweet, she thought.
She must have fallen asleep reading the book, the last thing she remember before the dream was a steamy scene between Heat and Rook. It didn't take much for her to imagine the scene occurring between herself and Castle, for all she knew it had already. There was an obvious attraction that he was denying himself. She felt it, and it was strong. An idea found its way into her mind. What would it feel like to kiss him?
She leaned toward him; his lips seemed to call out to her. She could feel his breath against hers, making her heart race. Their lips met and Kate was filled with a sense of longing bliss in her mind. A flash of memory came to her. A man was talking to her about Castle and why he was following her. 'Why do you think he has been following you around? He's done enough research to write fifty books.' As much as she enjoyed kissing him he pulled her lips from Castles, and found herself back in the present.
It was apparent to Kate that she now had known about his feelings for a while, but she chooses to ignore him. She wasn't sure she liked who she was before, after this realization.
Castle had woken up; he noticed her close to him and edged himself back, realizing finally that she was awake.
"What's going on," he asked her, as she continued to stare at him.
She began to blush, "I had a nightmare. I didn't mean to wake you." She felt a bit guilty, she was telling the truth but not for the right reasons. Come on, tell him you kissed him, she thought to herself.
"I…I kissed you," Kate mumbled.
Castle heard it clearly enough, "Why…?"
"I knew that there was something between us, whether we did anything about it or not. I just wanted to know what it felt like."
"That really wasn't fair, Kate, you got to kiss me, but I don't remember anything."
"You can kiss me, if you want. I don't mind."
Castle leaned in, his lips pursed. Kate returned the motion and they met in the middle. This kiss was far stronger than the first kiss she planted on him. He pressed against her, her mind went crazy with flashes of memories of him, picking on her, teasing her, helping her. She ran her hand across his neck, and through his hair. Kate Beckett could stay in this place forever, just him and her. Except reality doesn't work like that, as Castle pulled away.
"I shouldn't, I…you…wouldn't want me to."
"Which is it, you or me?"
"The real you, the Kate with the memories, I hate to say it, but she didn't act like this, she didn't think of me like this."
"I am the real Kate, I do feel like this." Kate replied seductively.
"You know what I mean, maybe we can continue when you get your memory back."
Kate signed, rolling away from Castle.
He knew that he had upset her. He had upset himself, and it was true that he had hoped for this-prayed for it, but when Kate still remembered who he was and why he was around her. This wasn't the way he wanted her, scared and alone, hoping for a connection with the one person that was closest to her. Castle turned to face her alarm clock; it was morning. "Morning already? Where did the night go?" He leaned back toward her, meeting her eyes. "You want to come back to my place? I want to check on Alexis and my mother, see what's going on with them.
"M'okay." Kate rolled out of bed, stretching as her feet reached the floor.
The latch to Castle's Loft turned, a fair skin red head hopped up from her seat at the sound. As the door opened, a stream of red engulfed the already confused Kate Beckett. It was a small framed teenager that was attached to her, squeezing the life from her.
"I'm so glad to see you, Kate. Are you okay?" The teenage redhead asked.
"Alexis, you're crushing her. Let go." Castle suggested to his daughter.
"I'm just so glad that you're okay. You saved my life."
"Yeah, me too." Kate replied, more confused than she was before.
"Alexis, Kate can't remember what happened to her. She has amnesia; I have been trying to help her with her memory, but I haven't been very successful."
Alexis' face turned from ecstatic, to worried, quickly. "Kate?"
"It's true. I don't remember anything since waking up in the hospital. What happened to me?"
Alexis couldn't look at her; she couldn't relive what had happened.
Kate looked back at Castle, "What happened to me?" Tears once again formed in her eyes, beading them back with her finger, she looked back at Alexis, "What happened?"
