Yes, I know I promised a long chapter about the future Castles, but that's on Wednesday. I wasn't planning on updating today but I saw something about this on Tumblr and had a moment of inspiration combined with coffee, exhaustion and an amazingly adorable boyfriend...
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Marlowe definitely does not having an exam he should have been revising for...I don't own anything you recognise.
"Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate, KATE! Kaaaaaaaaaaate! Kate! Wake up! Kate!" She flung out an arm to shut the alarm up. "Owwwww! Kaaaate!" The alarm turned whiny. Oh, the alarm was a voice. Why was there a voice in her dream full of ducks? It was pulling her away from the little fluffy ducklings that were nibbling the edge of her pants, and she liked Ducky One, and Ducky Two, and Momma Duck, and she didn't want to wake up, so why was there this voice waking her up when she just wanted to sleep and-
"Oof!" Ok, she was definitely awake. All trace of the dream was gone, and instead there was a fully dressed Richard Castle bouncing up and down on the bed on his knees, hovering over her and letting out a wail in the shape of her name. "Rick?" she yawned, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. "What the hell are you doing? I was enjoying sleeping."
"Kate! There are Cola bottles with names on and I wanna go find mine because it's awesome and we can find your and Alexis's and please can we go and get some, please please please Kate?"
She groaned. Trust her nine-year-old-on-a-sugar-rush to get excited about stupid Cola bottles. Swinging her legs out of bed, she rolled out and padded through to the bathroom, stifling another yawn with the back of her hand as she flicked his head on the way past. A squawk from her husband made her smile. He was annoying, but she loved him anyway.
Half an hour later Castle was dragging her by her hand to the store to investigate this new 'phenomenon', as he had labelled it. A noise of excitement escaped him as he caught sight of the gigantic arrow pointing them in the right direction, and she had to jog to keep up with his abnormally long strides, muttering apologies as she accidentally bashed into people.
"Rick," she hissed as they skidded into the soft drinks aisle. "Can you try and be a bit less-"
"There they are!" he shouted gleefully, ignoring her completely as he dived towards the shelf, throwing bottles over his shoulder in his eagerness. She watched him, torn between shock, embarrassment and amusement, and settled back to enjoy the show.
Within seconds a bottle-shaped missile was catapulted at her and she ducked instinctively, managing to catch the object and cling on.
"It's yours!" Castle cried. Yes, she'd guessed that. 'KATHERINE' glared out at her from the regular Coca-Cola coloured label, proudly announcing the fact that it was a genuine article. "But I can't find mine!" Kate sighed. She should probably enter into the name-hunt if she wanted to go home this side of midnight.
"Look, there's a Diet Coke one with 'Richard' on," she pointed next to the shelf he had demolished. "What about that one?"
"I don't want a Diet Coke," he whined, pouting petulantly at her. She couldn't help but laugh.
"Really? You drag me here at some ungodly hour-"
"It's eight o'clock!"
"On a Saturday! You drag me here to find some stupid thing with your name on, but it's not the right flavour? God, you are such a child!" He scowled at her and sat back on his haunches to send a reproachful glare in her direction.
"I want a proper one!" he insisted. "I'm going next door."
"Wait – what?"
That was how she found herself travelling from store to damn store in search of a regular Coca-Cola bottle with his name on it. They were in the final one along the high street, and there was still no sign of the coveted item.
"Really? Again?" Castle eventually sighed in defeat after having upturned yet another shelf. Inwardly, Kate did a joyful dance, patting her husband on the arm and smiling patiently.
"There there, Ricky boy," she grinned. "There'll be one somewhere."
"I just don't think they do them!"
"Must be some joke of the universe," she smirked. "You know, getting you back for one of those mean tricks you've played on me."
"Mean tricks?" he protested wildly, swigging from her bottle. "What mean tricks?"
"Oh, like the time when…"
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