Disclaimer: Joss owns most, ABC and whoever owns Castle owns the rest. I have nothing.
Summary: Alexis was afraid her mentor would be reminded of Caleb when she met her father.
A/N: So, I was waiting to go get my new phone, and well, to kill time I watched Dr. Horrible
. Damn muse. Process
Alexis Castle waved over her shoulder at her father as she finished up her training routine with her big sister-slayer Vi. Not that her father knew what the training really
was. He thought it had something to do with pep squad, when really it was closer to MMA style fighting. She wasn’t about to disillusion him on that front. She was a little worried about her dad meeting Vi, though. From what her watcher Dawn had said, her father was unlucky enough to bear a passing resemblance to the psycho preacher Caleb who’d cut down quite a few slayers on behalf of the First evil seven years ago.
“Hey there, pumpkin,” Richard Castle grinned down at her, wrapping an arm around his daughter.
“Dad, I’m all gross and sweaty,” Alexis smiled, letting him hug her tighter.
“But it’s not sweat, remember. It’s that mysterious glistening your grandmother talks about,” he chuckled, turning to face Vi full on. Alexis fought back a nervous giggle. “Hi, you must be Alexis’s coach. I’m her father, Richard Castle. Call me Rick.”
“Right,” Vi looked like she was trying to place him. Alexis waited for her to call him Caleb. “You look familiar.”
“You probably know me from my novels,” Rick grinned. Vi only stared at him, looking unimpressed. His grin faltered. “You know, Derrick Storm - Nikki Heat. My more obscure mystery novels.”
“I don’t have a lot of time to read,” Vi deadpanned. “Mystery novels don’t hold much interest for me.”
“Oh. Then perhaps you saw my photo in the paper - one of New York’s most eligible bachelors,” he laughed.
“Yeah, it’s not that,” Vi shook her head. She studied him for another minute, snapping her fingers suddenly. “Captain Hammer, corporate tool!”
“I beg your what now?” his eyebrow jerked up.
“Captain Hammer, got totally owned by Dr. Horrible,” Vi’s breath actually hitched a bit at that thought. She shook her head. “In L.A.”
“Oh, that explains it then. It’s a Hollywood thing.”
Alexis almost groaned at her father’s tone. The same tone he used whenever anybody
made the passing resemblance to him. Vi crossed her arms, her own tell-tale annoyance showing.
“What’s a ‘Hollywood’ thing?”
“You know, that whole ‘superheroes are among us’ thing. The suspension of disbelief in the improbable when a cape and mask are involved.”
“Like how an under budgeted police department can take on an untrained author
for the sake of making nice and getting his muse to work? That must be a New York
thing,” Vi grinned at him.
“I don’t discuss my process,” Rick muttered under his breath.
“I didn’t catch that,” Vi smirked at him.
“We should be going now,” Alexis sighed. “I’ll see you next week, Vi.”
Her father pasted on a smile and nodded to her. She thought they were in the clear until he started to complain on the way home.
“I’m gonna say it right now, and I don’t want you to hate me,” he paused.
“But didn’t she look a little bit like that girl that got killed by Dr. Horrible?”
“I thought you didn’t believe in that ‘Hollywood’ nonsense?” Alexis grinned at him.
“I don’t. I bet she was paid to take a dive!” Rick gloated.
“I’m sure it was that, Dad.”
“And how could no one have heard about me?” he continued, looking put out.
“She must live under a rock.”
“Now you’re mocking me. I don’t like this wily influence she has on you. You should quit.”
“No, I’m not quitting just because Vi doesn’t read your books.”
“I don’t want you to quit because of that,” but he shifted his eyes away. “But because she believes in Captain Hammer and probably Bad Horse. And honestly, how can there be a Thoroughbred of Sin?”