Unseen Catapults

By PaBurke

Fandom: Castle (Season One) and BtVS (Season Seven)

Summary: Sometimes life flings surprises at you, ones for which you cannot prepare. They can destroy your home if you let them. Your daughter becoming a Slayer is a prime example.

Rating: kid-friendly

Disclaimer: Not mine

Word Count: 450

Beta Challenge #2011-01: make Alexis Castle a Slayer

*castle*btvs*castle*btvs*

When Beckett went to pick up Castle, a blonde was just leaving. Knowing the author's predilection for women, she wasn't surprised. The blonde was stylish enough and pretty enough, but something wasn't quite right. She was a little too put together to have come straight from bed. She nodded at Beckett and the cop was reminded of passing acquaintances –who were also female- in the police precincts. She was too professional and not flighty enough for Castle.

Beckett knocked on the door and Castle opened it rather quickly. He had been standing right there. He looked shell-shocked and so did his daughter.

"Is everything okay?" Beckett asked.

Castle nodded, but not reassuringly.

Beckett got right to the point. "I have a dead body. You coming?"

"Let me get my coat." Castle spoke more from habit than with his normal giddiness of something new.

Beckett nodded to Alexis and then they were gone. Castle didn't talk during the drive to the crime scene. Beckett told herself that she didn't care about the author's latest crisis. They arrived at the run-down apartment and walked inside. A nineteen year old girl with dark hair and pretty elfin features had been stabbed and left to die.

Castle took one look at the girl and fled.

Beckett was shocked and followed him out. She found him in a stairwell corner, dry heaving. "What is going on?" she demanded.

He shook his head. "How did she die?" He was crying for her, a stranger.

Beckett stared. Castle didn't empathize with victims. Beckett wasn't sure that he could. Since meeting his mother, she had long suspected that he had Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. For him to suddenly start mourning a girl he didn't know meant that something or someone had shaken up his world.

It didn't take long for a reason to coalesce in Beckett's brain. "That blonde. Did she threaten Alexis?"

Castle was laughing. "I wish. I wish she had. I could hire bodyguards. Buffy just delivered bad news. Really bad news."

"To Alexis?"

He nodded.

"How is she handling it?"

"I don't know. Buffy left, you came and I left."

Beckett called over one of the patrolmen. "Take Castle home," she ordered.

"What about the girl," Castle protested. "Someone needs to find out the truth about her death."

"I successfully did that before you were my ride-a-long. I can handle a case without you. Your daughter needs you now." Castle might be bad at a lot of things, but he was an excellent father.

Because Castle was an excellent father, he left to go spend time with his daughter. He and his daughter would solve whatever problem it was and Beckett had a case to solve.

*castle*btvs*castle*btvs*