48. Meeting Again at a High School Reunion AU – Castle and Beckett
To Richard Castle, Kate Beckett will always be the one that got away. They were high school sweethearts, completely in love, full of plans to take on the world together even with her at Stanford and him still in New York after graduation. But then her mother died.
And try as he might to be the ever perfect boyfriend, she pushed him away, getting consumed in the mystery of her mother’s murder. He wishes he would have tried harder to stay, to help her, but he was young and had too many dreams. So they ended things, neither one able to comprise with the needs of the other.
He’s nervous walking into their ten year reunion, not sure if she’ll be there or not. He has so many questions, so many apologies, so very many things he needs to say. He just needs her to be there.
The voice is tentative, but familiar. It’s hers.
“Kate,” he breathes, turning around to find her, gorgeous as ever.
“How are you?”
“I uh, I’ve been better. I just got divorced last month.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
He shrugs. “Meh. She wasn’t you.”
Kate blushes, adverting her gaze to the floor.
“But uh,” Rick continues. “I got a beautiful little girl out of the deal, so it isn’t all bad.”
She looks back up at him, smiling. “You’re a dad now?”
“Yeah, want to see a picture?”
He pulls one out of his wallet and hands it to her.
“She has your mother’s hair,” she smiles.
“Maybe. Or maybe it’s my ex-wife’s. She was a redhead too.”
Kate hands it back to him. “She’s beautiful, Rick.”
“Thank you. So how have you been?”
She shrugs. “I’m…existing.”
“You ever just feel like you’re not going anywhere? Like you know exactly where you want to be, but you have no clue how to get there. So you just exist, take up space, waiting for that thing, that moment that’s going to catalyze it all.”
He reaches out for her hand and she lets him take it, lets their fingers intertwine.
“You’re not a waste of space, Kate.”
She gives a him a half-smile, squeezing his hand.
“I have to ask, did you come here for the reunion or…?”
“Or did I come here to find you?” she finishes.
He laughs almost nervously, realizing how idiotic it was to ask something like that.
“I came here,” she starts, “because I remember always feeling like I was in a better place when I was with you. I was hoping I would find you and you would be the catalyst I was looking for.”
“Well you found me,” he says, squeezing her hand. “And I’ll do anything I can to help.”
the sunlight is always gonna take love away
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