I kind of like this one.
Something about it.
Maybe it's this music I'm listening to.
K
Kryptonite
She couldn't remember what she was doing.
Yes, she could.
She was running into a building.
Running up one, two, three, four, five flights of stairs.
Running into a room.
Running right into a trap.
She knew it was a trap.
She knew she would be met with the steel barrel of a gun in her face.
She knew her bullet count.
She knew she was down to one round.
Rationally, she knew she was beyond screwed.
Irrationally? She knew it didn't matter.
She couldn't remember why she ignored rationality- it wasn't something she made a habit of.
Yes, she did.
Castle.
Damn him.
Damn love, damn irrationality.
Mostly damn the man holding the gun in her face.
Beckett swung her side arm up suddenly, sending her last shot through her final obstacle before rushing the back of the room and falling to her knees in front of her partner's motionless body.
"Castle," she said, and it came out nearly a whisper. She gently rolled him over and swore, sitting him upright. "Castle," she said again, using a thumb to pull up an eyelid and searching his unresponsive eyes with her own alert ones.
Pulse.
She dropped her hand to his neck and searched frantically for a pulse.
She found one.
She let out a deep breath she hadn't realized she was holding and he shivered in her arms at the warmth of it on his face.
His eyes fluttered open, and the corner of his lips turned up at the sight of her.
"Kate," he managed. She felt like she was in a dream.
If he didn't look so sad and cute and hurt she would have hit him.
She was still considering it.
When did this happen?
When did he get involved, when did she get involved?
When did her heart get so involved?
Right now her heart was busy breaking.
Breaking into a thousand little pieces.
She rested her head against his shoulder
"Damn it, Castle," she muttered, when she felt a comforting hand on her back. She lifted her head to meet his eyes with hers. His face was covered in cuts, a few peppering his cheek and a river of dried blood down his nose and chin. A dark bruise was transitioning into a particularly spectacular shade of violet around his eye and meeting another blue bruise on his jaw.
"God damn it," she gently tried to brush some of it away, desperate to fix it.
"Kate," he murmured again, grabbing her hands gently and pulling them down, holding onto them tight. She let out a little tremble but refused to lose herself. She couldn't explain the emotions flooding her. She was relieved, she was terrified, she was devastated, she was furious, she was so relieved.
"You look…" she couldn't find the words. It broke her heart a little more. Then she let out a little laugh. "You look like hell." Why was she laughing?
The man beneath her smirked at her smile.
"The one time I wait in the car, right?" he asked. Now she couldn't stop the relieved laughter that shook her, and she had to sit herself down beside him, where they both just laughed.
Maybe she would hit him.
So I hope the ending makes sense- it just kind of came to life for me.
I feel like after all that, laughter is all you really have.
And Castle would do that for her.
IDK.
Review and tell me what you think?
It is my birthday, ya know.
Well it was yesterday, but everyone knows you get at least three days.
We do birthday weeks where I'm from.