Richard Castle [Castle] (
thebestseller) wrote in
thoughtformed2012-08-19 06:12 pm
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Castle meets Stormfan1117
Who: Castle, his usual ruggedly-handsome self
thebestseller and a teenage Kate Beckett
stormfan1117
What: A suddenly teenage Kate Beckett meets the object of her fannish affections. Castle is a little lost.
When: August 19th
Warnings: Fangirling.
Another day, another random event, and another dollar. It sounded like very few of the island's residents had remained unaffected by this curse, and Castle was one of them. He couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing yet- because sometimes he wanted to recapture that reckless feeling of youth, and the younger body that went with it. He was a little concerned that he hadn't yet heard from Kate, half wondering if she, too, had become a child and he simply did not recognize her.
However, either way, work needed to be done, and so there he was, at his usual perch at the bookstore's counter, his feet propped up on it.
What: A suddenly teenage Kate Beckett meets the object of her fannish affections. Castle is a little lost.
When: August 19th
Warnings: Fangirling.
Another day, another random event, and another dollar. It sounded like very few of the island's residents had remained unaffected by this curse, and Castle was one of them. He couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing yet- because sometimes he wanted to recapture that reckless feeling of youth, and the younger body that went with it. He was a little concerned that he hadn't yet heard from Kate, half wondering if she, too, had become a child and he simply did not recognize her.
However, either way, work needed to be done, and so there he was, at his usual perch at the bookstore's counter, his feet propped up on it.

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"Gosh... more than eight months now," he replied, thinking. "I was the New Year Baby, in fact- arrived here on January 1st of this year. No cake or fanfare or anything, but I still arrived fresh on the first of the year."
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"Great. That's just awesome." She walked away from the stacks then, less occupied with finding something to read. Maybe she'd buy a few comic books before she left so she could go back to the apartment and drown her despair in super heroes. "I can't do this. I have school. If I miss a year, Stanford's never gonna take me and then what am I supposed to do? Not to mention how much this stupid place is going to cost my parents in therapy bills."
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And that made him feel a sudden, deep, aching longing to see her.
Then the image was gone and Kate was there once again.
"... If it makes you feel any better, people have left here and come back not remembering anything about this place. I like to think that it means that when we're taken, wherever we came from is frozen in time, til... til we can make it back."
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But the words were a little comforting, even if they didn't make sense. On the one hand, at least her parents weren't worried if Richard was right. On the other...
"But that means no one knows we're gone. No one's looking for us." She crossed her arms and lifted her chin. "I guess that means it's all on us to figure out a way out of here, Writer-Boy."
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"Being all pro-active and right on the case. That kind of attitude will serve you well," he observed. "Not that you were looking for sage advice from an old man, I'm sure."
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"You're not that old," she told him, grinning. "You're like, my dad's age. That's not bad. And he is perfectly happy trying to give me sage advice all of the time."
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"Point taken. Still, I'm probably not as good at it as he is..." He paused, thinking he should tread a little carefully so as not to accidentally reveal that he was from her future. If Kate was just a teenager, this meant that at her age, Alexis had only been an infant, if had even been born then. "My daughter's too young for that sort of thing."
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"And you have a wife, too, right? I bet you miss her." She paused for a moment, blushing again. "I, uh, read your bio in your last book."
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"I don't mind people knowing about my life or else I wouldn't let them write those little blurbs- but yes, I do. My mother's still around, too. That helps me not worry too much about how my family's doing, even if I do think about them a lot."
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"So, Mr. Castle... Why are you running a bookstore here, anyway? Shouldn't you be writing about all kinds of adventures or opening a publishing house or something? I mean, you could probably corner the market."