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Well, I my muse finally came back, but not in any fandom I've written in before.

It's a story in the Psych fandom.

I'll warn you now, it's not Shules (if you read Psych fic).

I've got it up on AO3 it's called Aftermath

It's been a long time since I've written anything, so feel free to give me concrit feedback if you do read it. :-)

The fiasco continues

Originally posted by electricdruid at The fiasco continues

ACTA in a Nutshell –

What is ACTA?  ACTA is the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement. A new intellectual property enforcement treaty being negotiated by the United States, the European Community, Switzerland, and Japan, with Australia, the Republic of Korea, New Zealand, Mexico, Jordan, Morocco, Singapore, the United Arab Emirates, and Canada recently announcing that they will join in as well.

Why should you care about ACTA? Initial reports indicate that the treaty will have a very broad scope and will involve new tools targeting “Internet distribution and information technology.”

What is the goal of ACTA? Reportedly the goal is to create new legal standards of intellectual property enforcement, as well as increased international cooperation, an example of which would be an increase in information sharing between signatory countries’ law enforcement agencies.

Essential ACTA Resources

  • Read more about ACTA here: ACTA Fact Sheet
  • Read the authentic version of the ACTA text as of 15 April 2011, as finalized by participating countries here: ACTA Finalized Text
  • Follow the history of the treaty’s formation here: ACTA history
  • Read letters from U.S. Senator Ron Wyden wherein he challenges the constitutionality of ACTA: Letter 1 | Letter 2 | Read the Administration’s Response to Wyden’s First Letter here: Response
  • Watch a short informative video on ACTA: ACTA Video
  • Watch a lulzy video on ACTA: Lulzy Video

Say NO to ACTA. It is essential to spread awareness and get the word out on ACTA.

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Can those of you who make screencaps tell me where you host them? I'd love to do some screencaps from the new Doctor Who eppy, but I've got a free LJ account so I am extremely limited on what pics I can upload.

Trapped! Beckett/Castle PG

Title: Trapped!
Author: po_thang

Word Count: 2,228

Character / Pairing:  Beckett/Castle

Rating: PG (just to be safe)

Written: 2/19/11

Summary: Beckett and Castle are trapped in the precinct.

Spoilers:  Season 2, “A Deadly Game”
Challenge Notes:  This was a challenge from a friend on a private list.  She basically wanted a Castle fic (it didn’t have to be up with canon since I have not seen all the episodes of this season).  She wanted a kiss between Castle and Beckett.  She always wanted a fight between B/C while trapped by an invasion at the police station.

Author’s Note:  This is my first fic in the Castle fandom (although I adore the show) and I haven’t really had time to write in several years due to RL so I am a bit rusty…but I would love any concrit that anyone might want to offer. J


Castle stepped out of the police precinct with Gina on his arm. Even as he flagged down a cab to take them back to his apartment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d missed something in his last exchange with Beckett.

It seemed as though she had wanted to tell him something…something important. But the moment Gina had shown up, Beckett had shut down faster than one of their murder suspects.

“Rick?” Gina’s voice brought him back to the present.

Castle looked down at her. “Yes?” He gave her his most charming smile, unaware that it was more than a little distracted

“You aren’t paying a bit of attention to me.” Gina pouted.

Castle stopped and really looked at his ex-wife for a moment. He was starting to remember the things that had caused her to become his ex-wife in the first place. One of the things that had irritated him the most was the fact that she would pout like a first-grader if she was feeling slighted. Alexis at her pre-school best had never even come close to the temper tantrums that Gina had thrown while they were married.

What in the hell was he thinking, going to the Hamptons with her?

“Rick?” Gina had stopped pouting and was headed toward a temper tantrum.

“Gina, I forgot something inside. You just go ahead…” He opened the door of the cab as he spoke and attempted to usher her into it.

But Gina had other ideas.  “You’re not going are you?” Gina’s voice took on the edge usually reserved for pestering him about missing deadlines.

“I don’t know what you mean?” The last thing Castle wanted to do was get into an argument with his ex-wife in the front of the Fourteenth Precinct.

“You know exactly what I mean.” Gina sighed suddenly, the fight going out of her as she  shook her head. “I’m not sure why I thought you would, to be honest.”

Castle stared.

Gina gave him a small, somewhat sad smile. “I wasn’t sure why you asked me to the Hamptons for a getaway, but I thought we might have a good time.” She shrugged. “I should’ve known that it would have something to do with your Homicide Detective.”

“My what?” Rick was more than a bit flustered. He’d never had Gina wrong-foot him quite like this before.

“Oh come on, Rick.” Gina scoffed. “You’ve done quite a bit of research for all of your books, but you never had to follow someone for two years just to get material .” She smirked slightly at him. “Of course, once I saw your Detective Beckett, I had a good idea of why you were insisting that you never had enough material for your Nikki Heat novels.”

“She’s not my Detective Beckett,” Castle objected absently.

“Sure she’s not,” Gina agreed cynically.

Castle focused on the blonde. “She’s not.” He felt the beginnings of anger at the snide slander that he could hear in Gina’s voice. “She’s a fantastic detective who’s been kind enough to let me shadow her in order to make my books more realistic.” His tone hardened just a fraction. “And I hope I don’t have to tell you that I don’t want to hear any other insinuation about my relationship with Beckett from you or anyone else, do I?”

Gina raised one sculpted eyebrow. “Rick, you haven’t tried to intimidate me in years. In fact, I can’t remember the last time because nothing I’ve said, in years, has ever made that much of a difference to you before.”

Castle flushed slightly as he realized how this might look to his ex-wife. “I just don’t want people getting the wrong idea about Beckett.”

Gina gave him a long, searching look. “I don’t think I have the wrong idea, Rick.” She shrugged again. “But I think that you need to figure it out for yourself.”

She held out her hand. “Keys,” she demanded imperiously.

“Excuse me?” Castle could usually keep up with her shifts in conversation, but she’d lost him this time.

“The keys to the house in the Hamptons,” she quirked her fingers insistently. “Just because you’re not taking me doesn’t mean I’m giving up my vacation.”

Rick grinned in spite of himself. There was a reason a part of him still liked Gina. She knew how to make an exit, if nothing else. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and pulled off the ring for the Hampton house.

“Leave the…” he began.

“Don’t tell me to leave the wine cellar alone,” she said as she dropped the keys into her purse. “You’ll be lucky if you have a single bottle of the really good stuff left by the time I come back to New York.” She smirked at him. “Oh, and tip this patient cab driver for waiting while you made up your mind.”

Castle laughed again as he gave the grinning cabbie enough money to cover the fare to Gina’s apartment along with a large tip.


Castle was a bit preoccupied as he trudged back up the steps of the Fourteenth Precinct. But even as distracted as he was, he couldn’t help but notice the three shady-looking men who kept glancing toward the door as he walked in.

“Of course, they’re shady-looking, Castle. You’re in a police station, for crying out loud!” He told himself as he walked to the elevators.

But something kept niggling at him all the way to the bullpen where he’d last seen Beckett. She was still there, sitting at her desk. But she didn’t look like she was working on anything. Her head was down and she looked…sad.

“Beckett?” Castle called softly, suddenly aware that they were the only two people in the bullpen. “Where did everyone go?”  He looked around the empty office.

Kate’s head jerked up.

“Castle!” She pushed back from her desk. “What are you doing here?” She asked as she stood up. “They went out to get pizza.”


“Why didn’t you go with them?”  His voice echoed the puzzlement he felt at the thought that everyone would go and not take Beckett with them.  It seemed wrong, somehow, that she was alone,


“I wanted to be alone,” she replied.  “Besides, why are you here?  I thought you were headed to the Hamptons with Gina.”

Castle noticed the edge of anger in her voice; he just wasn’t sure who had caused it. Or, rather, he was pretty sure he was the cause…he just didn’t know what he’d done to make her angry.

“I changed my mind. Well, actually, Gina sort of changed my mind for me,” he amended sheepishly.

“She dumped you?” Beckett’s voice went a bit higher.

“Not exactly dumped,” Castle began defensively. “More along the lines of seeing something I didn’t.” His pride bristled at the idea that Gina dumped him.

“In other words, she dumped you.” Beckett smirked. The smirked faded as though she was remembering something that wasn’t the slightest bit funny.

“Beckett, what’s wrong?” Castle asked softly.

“Nothing,” she denied quickly.

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. He knew that she was sad, and he hated the thought that he had done something to bring that sadness to her eyes.

“I know something’s wrong. Why won’t you tell me what it is?” He stepped closer to her. “Maybe I can help.”

Beckett backed a step away from him. “I said nothing is wrong!” She snapped in a forceful tone that she rarely used with him.

Castle was stunned. He was used to her ribbing him. Or even calling him down like a hyperactive five-year old. But she didn’t snap at him often. And when she did, he usually saw it coming from a mile away.

“Beckett,” he began again.

“Go away, Castle!” She stepped around him. “Go see if you can catch Gina and go to the Hamptons with her!”

“I’m not going to the Hamptons…with or without Gina.” He reached out to catch her arm as she passed. “I’m staying in the City.”

Beckett jerked her arm away from him. “Don’t touch me!” She stormed off before he could reply.

“Beckett!” He called after her. He took a step to go after her when suddenly all of the lights flickered and then went out.

“What the hell?” Beckett’s voice came to him across the empty bullpen.

The emergency lights came on, casting enough light for Castle to see Beckett turn around and head back to her desk. Castle looked out a nearby window, from his vantage point, he could see that other buildings were still lit, but the few windows he could see in their building were dark.

Beckett reached for her phone only to have it ring before she picked it up.


Castle heard her voice, but was concentrating on the fact that this building seemed to be the only one without electricity.

“Castle?” Her voice calling his name pulled his attention back to her.


“We’ve got a problem.” Beckett hung up the phone and sat down.

“What?” Castle didn’t like the look on her face.

“We’re trapped.”

“What?” Castle gaped. “What do you mean, trapped?”

“Just what I said!” Beckett stood up again. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Apparently, there was a rather important prisoner in a holding cell downstairs. His buddies have taken exception to his going to prison for the rest of his life…so they’ve come after him.”

“In the middle of a police station?” Castle sat down heavily. “Have they lost their minds?”

“Probably,” she agreed, “But they’ve also got insurance in the form of the Chief of Police.” She blew out a frustrated breath. “They’re holding him hostage. That’s why the lights went out. The S.W.A.T team cut the power.”

“What happened to negotiating for hours before doing that?”

“They’ve got the Chief of Police, Castle. They’re demanding that a hardened criminal be released or they’ll kill him.”

“All the more reason to stall.”

Beckett took a calming breath, telling herself that he’d be right…under normal circumstances. “They can’t negotiate with them. If they did, that would make every cop in the city a target whenever some two-bit criminal wanted something,” She began to pace the bullpen.

“So where are they?” Castle asked as he watched her walk the length of the office and back again.

“They’re not sure. They think they’re somewhere near the holding cells, but the S.W.A.T team isn’t sure.”

“Not sure?”

“Would you stop repeating me?” She demanded.

Castle started to make a retort, but he stopped himself.

“Well, if they’re downstairs by the holding cells, we can leave, right?”



Her glare told him he was repeating and he needed to stop.

“Why?” There, that wasn’t repeating her.

“Because they’ve managed to wire all the exits to blow if anyone tries to go in or out.”

Castle swallowed hard.

“Yeah,” she said, agreeing with the look on his face.

“So what do we do now?” His voice was soft.

Beckett stopped pacing, coming to stand in front of him.

“We figure out a way to stop them.”

Castle gaped again.

Two hours later, Castle and Beckett were standing in front of a very grateful Chief of Police who was rubbing his wrists where they had just removed the handcuffs he’d been wearing for almost four hours.

“I don’t know how you two managed to get past those thugs, but I am very grateful.” He grinned at his favorite mystery writer. “How did you get roped into this, Rick?”

“Oh, you know how it is; I was just in the right place at the right time.” Castle grinned at him.

Beckett rolled her eyes.

“Seriously, how did you manage to get close enough to overpower them?” The Chief insisted.

“Just a bit of misdirection, Sir,” Beckett answered quickly.

Before the Chief of Police could inquire again, he was pulled away by his aides for an impromptu press conference, even as paramedics bandaged his wrists.

“Now Beckett, why didn’t you want to tell the Chief what we did?” Castle asked mischievously.

“Shut up Castle!” She demanded vehemently.

“Just because we…” he began.

She grabbed his coat and yanked him into the nearest empty office. “Castle, if you ever tell anyone that I kissed you in order to distract a suspect so I could subdue him…I will hurt you! Do I make myself clear?” She snarled.

Castle couldn’t help himself. He would later blame it on the stress of the day.

“Just remember…my safe word is apples.”



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Can I just say that I really like Matt Smith as Eleven? Cause I do.

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