Castle, my latest crack
Mar. 13th, 2010 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bookish_dragonIt didn't quite go the way I had planned, but I like what I have written so far. S1-based, Alexis's thoughts on her father. Unfinished.
Disclaimer: Castle and related trademarks do not belong to me.
Alexis wonders where her father is now. He did call earlier, but didn't say if he'd come home. He does, most nights. Some nights he doesn't come home at all, and that's all right, Alexis figures. He is a grown man, and he has his needs - and it's surprising the thought doesn't skeeve her out anymore - and he plays it safe, here if not in other areas of his life. It's when he's out with Detective Beckett, like now, that she worries. Will he stay out of trouble? Detective Beckett will do her best, but her father is sometimes too much for any one person to handle. Alexis sighs, and returns her attention to her calculus. The numbers comfort her, as they always do. They bring order to the chaotic world around her. She remains hard at work until he comes home. He ruffles her hair, makes some smart-alec remark about all work and no play, then sees her off to bed. He doesn't say where he's been, not now. He appears to be deep in thought, and she figures he'll tell her about this case tomorrow. As much as he can.She has read all his books, and knows that the world isn't safe, but hearing about it over breakfast is different. Despite that, she falls asleep easily. She is safe here.
She's smiling, as she stands next to her father when he gets the award for his Storm-novels. By this time her cheeks are cramping up, but she doesn't mind. He deserves it. If she squints, she can make out grandma and Gina back at their table. Alexis hopes they find this as much fun as she does. All is missing is Owen. The name still makes her stomach flip. Boys shouldn't be this cute.
Disclaimer: Castle and related trademarks do not belong to me.
Alexis wonders where her father is now. He did call earlier, but didn't say if he'd come home. He does, most nights. Some nights he doesn't come home at all, and that's all right, Alexis figures. He is a grown man, and he has his needs - and it's surprising the thought doesn't skeeve her out anymore - and he plays it safe, here if not in other areas of his life. It's when he's out with Detective Beckett, like now, that she worries. Will he stay out of trouble? Detective Beckett will do her best, but her father is sometimes too much for any one person to handle. Alexis sighs, and returns her attention to her calculus. The numbers comfort her, as they always do. They bring order to the chaotic world around her. She remains hard at work until he comes home. He ruffles her hair, makes some smart-alec remark about all work and no play, then sees her off to bed. He doesn't say where he's been, not now. He appears to be deep in thought, and she figures he'll tell her about this case tomorrow. As much as he can.She has read all his books, and knows that the world isn't safe, but hearing about it over breakfast is different. Despite that, she falls asleep easily. She is safe here.
She's smiling, as she stands next to her father when he gets the award for his Storm-novels. By this time her cheeks are cramping up, but she doesn't mind. He deserves it. If she squints, she can make out grandma and Gina back at their table. Alexis hopes they find this as much fun as she does. All is missing is Owen. The name still makes her stomach flip. Boys shouldn't be this cute.
