Characters: Beckett/Castle, Alexander
Rating: K+ (For mentions of Beckett in underwear, and towel)
Summary: Crack!Fic. Beckett finally starts to realize that Alexander is never going to go away...
I do NOT own Castle.
I kinda said I was going to work on Ohana Vacation today, and I did, I just wouldn't be able to finish it in time to so I decided to do this instead. Should be able to update that tomorrow.
Hope this cheers you up MorgieSan!
Sidenote: CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE YOU ALL? The amount of reviews I have gotten for this story collection is freaking amazing! You're making me get all teary eyed now XD I love every single review I get individually. I read them all, and I try to reply to most of them if there is something I can say other than just thanking you for reviewing.
My mind is now blown.
One A Day Means Alexander Is Not Going Away...
Castle woke up to the now very familiar sound, and feeling, of a certain detective landing on his bed early in the morning. Six o'clock every morning Beckett would attempt to get dressed, and be promptly be sucked into Alexander, and thrown out onto Castle's bed, as soon as she reached inside the closet.
It only took two mornings of being rudely awakened by someone landing on top of him before Castle realized it would be better if he started sleeping on the other side of the bed.
So now, instead of waking up because of Beckett landing on top of him, he woke up to the sound of her grumbling when she lands in bed next to him.
"Mornin' Beckett." He mumbled while stretching back out as he got ready for the new day.
"Shut up, Castle. Just, shut up."
Quickly figuring out that she was not in a good mood this morning, he was about to ask what was wrong when he rolled over to face her, and immediately knew what was wrong.
Apparently Alexander thought it would be funny spit her out wearing only her bra and underwear. Her lacy red bra and underwear.
He was definitely going to have to find a way to thank that closet, some how.
"It's not that bad, at least you've figured out how to bully the closet into taking you back to your apartment now so you don't have to get a cab back to your place."
She glared at him and he realized that he should probably just stop talking because anger plus no coffee equals a very, very scary Beckett.
"I'm just going to go...to the bathroom now." He climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom to give her some privacy to force her closet into submission.
Though her yelling at the closet in her underwear was a sight he really wouldn't mind seeing.
Castle was in the middle of brushing his teeth, listening to Beckett yell in the bedroom, when he heard her say something very interesting.
Rinsing out his mouth as quick as he could, he rushed out to see Beckett just about to step into the somehow very defeated looking closet.
"You named him Alexander?" Beckett turned back towards the writer to see that he had a huge smirk on his face.
That was it, she was going to find a way to get rid of Alexander once and for all.
That night she went home, packed a bag, and headed to a hotel on the complete opposite side of town- just to be sure.
Before she went to bed, she placed the clothes she had brought with her into the tiny- black hole free- hotel closet.
The next morning, she wrapped herself in a towel after her shower, and without even thinking, opened the hotel closet to get some clothes, and was immediately greeted by empty space.
"You aren't going to go away no matter what I do, are you?" She was able to say right before she was sucked through the closet and thrown out on what was becoming a very familiar bed.
As Beckett lay there, waiting to see if she was going to be lucky enough to sneak out without Castle waking up, she realized that she was going to be stuck with Alexander.