Disclaimer: I do not own the TV show Castle, nor do I own the film 50 First Dates.

This is a submission for castlefanfics's romcom challenge thing (what is it called I have no clue). I picked 50 First Dates :)


He wasn't sure if he was going to come here or not.

Remy's just looked like a crappy diner, but he was tired of searching for somewhere to write a new chapter, so he just stopped at the first place he saw.

He is so glad he did.

Because sitting two tables away is the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

A waitress brings him coffee before he can muster the courage to go talk to her, so he goes back to his writing, which is starting to center around a woman with tired green eyes and slumped shoulders.

He can't stop himself from sliding into the booth across from her. He also can't stop himself from forgetting the suave pick-up line he was going to use to make her laugh. Because she looks up from her newspaper and her breakfast and all he can do is stare.

"Can I help you?" she asks in a tone that isn't hostile, but it makes him feel like she doesn't really want him there.

"I'm sorry; I'm just looking for inspiration. I'm trying to write a book, and I can't seem to get a single word out." This story would be a clever excuse if it wasn't agonizingly true.

Her tone is playful and her eyebrow arches. "And I'm supposed to inspire you?"

"I don't know. You look tired. Tell me about your day."

She doesn't seem like the type of woman that tells a stranger about her day, but she takes it all in stride.

"Well, today is the first day off that I've had in a long time, so I'm trying to savor every mundane, boring moment until I have to go back to work tomorrow."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a homicide detective."

He doesn't know what his face looks like, but he knows that he is definitely inspired and that she has a gorgeous laugh.

"You're very inspiring. And very cool," he says. Like an idiot. Good God, Rick.

"Glad I could be of service, Mr. Castle."

"Wait, you know me?"

She seems to realize her mistake, and her voice turns from playful to kind of nervous. "I may have read a couple of your books."

"Are you a fan, Detective…?" he trails off after realizing he never learned her name.

She smiles. "Beckett. Kate Beckett."


He feels like they talk for hours, but in reality it's only been half an hour.

They've hit it off.

He takes the plunge. "I would very much like to see you again."

"Likewise."

"When do you get off work tomorrow?"

"Meet me here at the same time tomorrow, okay?"

"It's a date."

Kate's phone buzzes and she puts it to her ear with a "Hey, Lanie." She looks behind her and another woman with her phone to her ear-Lanie, he presumes- waves at her from outside the restaurant.

"I have to go, my friend is here to pick me up. I'll see you tomorrow." She grins and then she's gone.

Tomorrow can't come soon enough.


The next day, he takes care to spruce up a bit. He wears a nicer shirt than what he wore yesterday, and takes a little time to comb his hair. For the first time in a long time, he's excited.

Richard Castle has never been a fan of commitment. He has his daughter, and that's all he needs. After Meredith cheated on him, he hasn't gone on a second date. Ever. But Kate Beckett makes him forget.

When he gets to the restaurant, he sees her at her booth with her newspaper and a cup of coffee. He sits down eagerly.

"Can I help you?" she asks.

He laughs. "Lovely to see you, Detective Beckett. How was work?"

"How do you know my name?" He would think she was still joking if not for the terrified (and terrifying) look in her eyes.

"Do you not remember me? We were here yesterday and-"

He's cut off my by the woman he saw Kate leave with yesterday when she comes over to the booth with a sympathetic look in her eyes.

She simply walks by and says "Come with me" without stopping. He apologizes to Kate and follows her outside the restaurant.

"What was that?" he asks.

"You've got to leave her alone, okay?"

"Why? Everything was great yesterday. She asked me to meet her here. I don't underst-"

She cuts him off. "You just have to leave her alone. Don't come here anymore."

"But why? Why doesn't she remember me?"

Lanie gives him a look of defeat.

"Because she can't."


He's learned many new things today.

Kate Beckett is not a cop. She used to be, but she isn't anymore.

She got called in on her day off for a big case. Some suspect shot her and left her in an alley, and the lack of oxygen to her brain left her in a coma for three months. She woke up with Goldfield Syndrome, which ruined her ability to form new memories.

When she woke up this morning, she had never met him.

She went to sleep last night, and then she woke up thinking it was her day off. So she has some fun with her friends, indulges in a burger from Remy's, and prays that her phone doesn't ring with a new case. And then she does the same thing the next day.

Over and over and over again. It's been going on for over a year.

It's the saddest story he's ever heard. And she has no idea.

Kate thinks she's still a homicide detective. Kate thinks she's still 26. Kate thinks that all of her friends got haircuts because they did not look like that yesterday.

He barely knows her, but it still hurts. The fact that he will never know her, even though he knows so many things about her that she hasn't the slightest idea of; it hurts.

So he decides to know her. He decides to try.


Author's Note: Hey guys! This is definitely going to be continued. I already have most of the rest of it written. I wanna try not to drag it out too much, unless anyone wants a bunch of chapters. There's a lot that goes on in this movie and I didn't want to leave out too much? It might be overkill, but I'm gonna stick with it. Also, keep in mind that I've changed certain aspects of the film so that it fits better with Castle. I figured that no one wants a play-by-play of the movie with different characters. I'm just writing the general plot of the movie and changing it where it feels right. Also, I haven't seen this movie in a while, so the exact details are a little hazy.

Goldfield Syndrome (Lucy's diagnosis) is entirely fictional, so I just looked up the causes for anterograde amnesia (they're kinda similar) and one of them was lack of oxygen to the brain, and that can happen when you bleed out. I tried to make it as realistic as possible, but it's a fake condition and I am not a doctor. No beta, so all other mistakes are mine.

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