Fic: ‘Tis the Season: Organising the holidays.
Title: ‘Tis the Season: Organising the holidays.
Fandom: Castle
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Season 7, after the Time of our Lives but before Christmas.
Summary: Castle soothes Beckett.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
And it's begun!
I'm sorry if the characters are 'off' in any way but
(a) I've not written stories for a bit
(b) it's ‘Tis the Season where everything can be considered odd or fun
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Andrew W. Marlowe; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.
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There was paper everywhere, all sizes and shapes; all had writing on them.
He picks one up, turns it over in his fingers and then studies the front; something about stuffing is in Beckett's scrawl.
“What's this?” He asks, holding the paper out for her inspection.
The paper was taken, briefly glanced at and thrown to the table's paper strewn surface. He gapes, his mouth resembling a goldfish. “What'd you do that for?”
“Hm?” She looks up and he points at the table, at the paper lost amongst its siblings.
“Throw that piece of paper down. Why?”
“You have no idea of planning, do you?”
“Yes.”
“Oh?”
“Halloween doesn't organise itself.” His chest puffs, a little. “But my organising looks nothing like this.”
Her arms rest over his shoulders. “This is our first holiday together.”
His arms wrap around her. “No, it's not.”
“How can you say that?”
“Easy. I just did.”
“It's our first celebration as a married couple a--”
“You said it right there: married couple. People already know what to expect from one of our holidays. Why should things be different because we're married?”
“What if you vanish again?”
“I don't think I will.” He pulls her closer. “So forget all this and let's concentrate on murder shall we?”
She smiles, nods and leans in. He closes the distance --- after he's pocketed one of the pieces of paper from the table.
Fandom: Castle
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Season 7, after the Time of our Lives but before Christmas.
Summary: Castle soothes Beckett.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
And it's begun!
I'm sorry if the characters are 'off' in any way but
(a) I've not written stories for a bit
(b) it's ‘Tis the Season where everything can be considered odd or fun
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Andrew W. Marlowe; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.
_______________________
There was paper everywhere, all sizes and shapes; all had writing on them.
He picks one up, turns it over in his fingers and then studies the front; something about stuffing is in Beckett's scrawl.
“What's this?” He asks, holding the paper out for her inspection.
The paper was taken, briefly glanced at and thrown to the table's paper strewn surface. He gapes, his mouth resembling a goldfish. “What'd you do that for?”
“Hm?” She looks up and he points at the table, at the paper lost amongst its siblings.
“Throw that piece of paper down. Why?”
“You have no idea of planning, do you?”
“Yes.”
“Oh?”
“Halloween doesn't organise itself.” His chest puffs, a little. “But my organising looks nothing like this.”
Her arms rest over his shoulders. “This is our first holiday together.”
His arms wrap around her. “No, it's not.”
“How can you say that?”
“Easy. I just did.”
“It's our first celebration as a married couple a--”
“You said it right there: married couple. People already know what to expect from one of our holidays. Why should things be different because we're married?”
“What if you vanish again?”
“I don't think I will.” He pulls her closer. “So forget all this and let's concentrate on murder shall we?”
She smiles, nods and leans in. He closes the distance --- after he's pocketed one of the pieces of paper from the table.