The writing is mine, but the characters aren't. Alas!
Each chapter has a drabble, a dribble (half a drabble), and a drubble (double drabble!) on its theme. They don't move chronologically, but sooner or later it's all about Castle and Beckett.
Chapter 2: Point of View
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Blunt Object (Dribble: 50 words)
"Put it down, Castle."
"You're not even facing me! How did you …"
"That's evidence. Put it down."
He sighed, and Beckett hid a smile behind her hand. She'd caught his reflection in the window, but she'd known without seeing that he couldn't resist. The murder weapon was a lightsaber.
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Sighs (Drubble: 200 words)
Why couldn't he show any real commitment? Just a little maturity?
Beckett tossed her book onto the table with a frustrated sigh. It was his book, of course.
There was no use denying how much his writing had meant to her all these years, and it got harder every day to hide her attraction to the man himself. But she glared at the grinning portrait on Heat Wave's back cover, and thought, what good is it, letting that smile charm you, when there's no substance behind it? He's a playboy. A womanizer. Two ex-wives behind him, and still he keeps fooling around, never committing to anything but having a good time. What's the good of falling for that?
Beckett couldn't deal with more heartbreak. She wouldn't fall for a man who could only fail her.
And elsewhere in the city, Alexis Castle sighed too, and cried silently in her father's arms. Her mother had let them both down, yet again. But her dad held her close, chin resting on her head, reassuring his little girl. She wondered once more why so few people could see through that childish façade of his. Her dad was her rock. He'd never fail her.
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Walls (Drabble: 100 Words)
There were glimpses of the woman Kate Beckett had been, before the loss and unbearable grief. Not "Beckett," but Kate. Katie. Fun-loving, carefree Kate, "the biggest scofflaw at Stye." But after her mother's death, she'd put up walls.
There were glimpses of the man Rick Castle had been, before Kyra left him, and Meredith cheated, and Gina… Best not to think much on Gina. But sincerity leaves you open to pain, so now he mostly played the fool. Shallow playboys never feel heartbroken. He'd put up walls.
Yet they saw one another,
And each thought,
Walls can be torn down…
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Thank you so much to everyone who responded to chapter 1! Your feedback means the world. I've been having a lot of fun writing these, and I've definitely got a few more up my sleeve. Please keep on letting me know what you think!