I should be doing homework right now, but Castle exists.
Disclaimer: If I owned Castle, we would've seen the motorcycle by now.
Chapter 2
Late November:
"Kate, I'm sorry I just. . ." Charlie drew in a shaky breath before continuing. "I was twenty-one. I didn't know how to be there for you and dad." "I was nineteen!" Beckett yelled. "Look I can't do this right now. You should go Charlie. And don't bother coming back. You acted like I didn't exist, I'm just returning the favor." Kate said somberly. "Fine. I'll go. You could use some time to process this, but don't think I'm just gonna walk away again. Not this time Kate." Charlie spoke softly.
Charlie left the interrogation room and departed from the twelfth precinct, and Kate tried to wrap her head around what had just happened. Castle left the interrogation room to comfort Beckett, and the boys got back to paperwork.
"Kate." Castle cautiously whispered. "I- Castle I . . ." Kate tried for words but couldn't find any. "Let's go home. Captain Gates isn't here and we don't have a case. You don't need to be here right now Kate." Castle supplied and Kate nodded her head in agreement before numbly walking to her desk to collect her things.
When Castle and Beckett got home Castle drew a bath for Kate and ordered Chinese. Kate picked at her food having lost her appetite after the reemergence of her sister.
"Her name's Charlotte Beckett. Charlie for short. She was twenty-one when my- our mom died, that makes her thirty-six now." Kate finally broke the silence. "You've never mentioned her before." Castle gently brought up. "Yeah well she didn't want anything to do with me so I gave up on her I guess." "Kate . . . I don't want to overstep or reopen old wounds, but . . . what happened?" Castle asked. "She was in med school at Harvard when it happened. She came home for the funeral and Dad had already started his descent into the bottle before she left. When she told me she was going back to Boston I asked her how she could just go back to how things were. She told me 'Katie, just because Mom's dead doesn't mean we can just stop living our lives.' I didn't understand how she could be so emotionless about it." Kate took a deep breath before continuing with the story.
"I called for . . . months after she left. I told her about Dad, that I was moving back home. I begged her to come home Castle. Eventually, she just stopped answering, so I stopped calling. After I managed to get my dad sober, he reached out to her. He told her he was doing better, that he missed her, and it was just radio silence from her. I often found myself wondering if she might be dead too." Kate revealed as a tear broke through her strong facade. "Oh Kate." Castle said, his heart breaking for her. He gathered her in his arms and she silently let the sobs wrack her body for a few minutes before regaining her composure.
"Castle I'm sorry I never told you about her. It was just too painful to bring it up." Kate apologized. "No, Kate . . . you have nothing to be sorry for. Okay? I understand. I'm so sorry. I can't even imagine if I had a sibling who acted like I didn't exist." Castle tried to reassure and sooth Kate.
"About ten years ago, I got curious. So, I looked her up. She's a big shot neurosurgeon at John's Hopkins. I guess she moved sometime after getting her medical degree." Kate said "Well, I guess you're pretty similar huh?" Castle wondered aloud getting a strange look from Kate. "Come on, She's a big shot neurosurgeon, you're a big shot homicide detective." Castle tried to explain. "I don't know Castle those aren't very equal careers." Beckett said curious as to Castle's logic. "No, you're right." Castle acquiesced. With a quirk of Kate's eyebrow he continued talking. "You are much more impressive, remarkable, and extraordinary than her." Castle spoke his tone filled with love for his fiancee. Kate shyly smiled at Castle and asked, "Anyone every tell you that you have a way with words?" "A few people." Castle replied. Silence took over the room for a few more minutes as both writer and muse tried to process the day's events.
"Thanks." Kate commented. "For what?" Castle questioned. "You know what." Kate teased. "For being you, being selfless and amazing, and . . . loving me." Kate explained. "Always, Kate." Castle whispered.
I usually hate when fanfic writers incorporate always into their stories because I feel like they use the significance of the word in the wrong way. However, as you can see I used it at the end here. Hopefully the seriousness and sincerity in the conversation between Beckett and Castle at the end here works with the incorporation of always. I don't know, whatever.