So... Here is another chapter of this story in celebration of 'Castle Photoshoot for season 6 Monday'. I hope you like it!
Maybe I'm boring, but I'm sorry for all the mistakes. Like you probably know, English isn't my mother tongue.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Castle.
Previously:
"Kate... Please, just say it. It's not like I'm gonna hate you. You can't rid of me that easily..." Writer says lightly.
"I hope so, Castle. I hope so..." She looks him straight in the eye. Remember you love me, Castle. "I have PTSD."
"Oh..."
His face is blank, guarded. Beckett's heart withers. They sit in silence for what seems to be hours. Kate can't take it anymore.
"I am so sorry, Rick... I understand if you need some time..." She whispers brokenly. "I would..."
"No. You can't be alone now." Writer states assertively. "I'll stay."
"Castle, really..."
"Did it help?" He asks in return.
"Help?"
"Lying, running away, bottling away, et cetera, et cetera..." He really tries to not sound bitterly, but by the way Kate's flinches, he probably fails...
"I... That was my way of coping, I guess... I... I don't know, Castle..."
"Was?"
"Yeah, I hope. I... I work on it with my therapist, actually." She smiles sadly at him, but he still stares at the floor. He's silent, so Beckett chooses to continue. "He cleared me for duty, but I came back to him. He diagnosed me with PTSD. This sessions helps a lot. We talk about my mom, my walls, you..."
Castle head finally snaps up. He looks at her with wide, troubled eyes. "God, Kate..." He chokes out. "I had no idea... PTSD? I thought that only soldiers have it..."
"Right?" Beckett laughs bitterly. "When he first mentioned it, I just laughed it off. But I guess he's right..."
"I'm so sorry, Kate..." Castle sounds so sincerely, his eyes looks suspiciously wet.
"Why in the world you are apologizing!? Castle, you are the reason I wanted to change in the first place!" She exclaims hearty and in the heat of the moment grips his hand with both of hers. "You have nothing to apologize for, Rick... I am the one who screwed everything up. I'll be apologizing to you for the rest of my life..." She adds softly and cautiously lays her head on his shoulder, still holding his hand."
He doesn't know what to do. Never in his wildest dreams have he thought, that the event of today would pan out this way. He has so many mixed emotions. He's still angry at her. Hurt. But on the other hand he wants nothing but to comfort her. Help her. He's amazed by her simple touch. He feels at peace with her lightly pressed to his arm.
After a while he feels her pulling away and realizes, that he didn't respond to her touch. She might misinterpret it. So Castle takes a risk and gently put his arm around Beckett's shoulders and pulls her to his side once again. She goes willingly and lays her head on his chest. Writer feels that she's not one hundred percent relaxed, but she's trying and that's enough for him.
"It's gonna be alright, Kate..." He says after a while.
She looks up at him with red-rimmed eyes. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because you're trying and you care. That's a lot, don't you think?" He smiles encouragingly and she grins right back at him.
"Especially I have a good reason..." Shy adds shyly and lays her head in the crook of his neck. "Can I ask you something?" She speaks up, giving Castle a goose bumps.
"Sure..."
"How can you still sit here with me after I hurt you so badly? I mean... I don't know... I rather expect you to storm out of here and... How can you not hate me, Rick?" She's almost crying asking those questions.
Castle smiles to himself and gently kisses her silky hair, causing her to snuggle into him even more. With his lips still pressed to her head he whispers softly: "I think you know the answer, Kate. I know you do."
The end...?
PS. Who else can't wait for "How We Made Love"? It's gonna be marvelous! If "FLO" didn't kill me, this will!