Possible
Disclaimer: Characters are Joss Whedon's, definitions come from Dictionary.com
Distribution: It's short, but take it. E-mail me.
Rating: PG
Authors Notes/Spoilers: this is based on spoilers for 7/4 after "Get It Done."
Story:
Im.pos.si.ble (P) Pronunciation Key (m-ps-bl)
adj.
Incapable of having existence or of occurring.
Not capable of being accomplished: an impossible goal.
Unacceptable; intolerable: impossible behavior.
Extremely difficult to deal with or tolerate: an impossible child; an impossible situation.
pos.si.ble (P) Pronunciation Key (ps-bl)
adj.
Capable of happening, existing, or being true without contradicting proven facts, laws, or circumstances.
Capable of occurring or being done; done without offense to character, nature or custom.
Capable of favorable development; potential; a possible site for the new capital.
Of certain likelihood.
Angel and I did not fall under the category of possible, but we weren't exactly impossible either. Or maybe we were, and Cinderella's fairy godmother sang the truth.
True: Angel is a vampire. Also true: I'm the Slayer. Doomed right? And yet we were so in love for so long. It's become a running joke among the Scoobs that after a year and a half I start to self destruct my relationships, and Angel just put up with it for six extra months. But if you count Riley as a year and half, you have to count Angel as 3, because we weren't really together until like, February.
True: I love Angel. Always have, always will. The ache has dulled a bit, but it's still there. What I told Xander wasn't untrue. I loved Angel more than I will ever love anyone or thing else. He's still a huge piece of my heart that I can't get rid of.
Also true: Willow says he's moved on. He's supposedly very in love with Cordelia. Faith backs her up, a little too gleefully. He's happy, with his spoiled brat and his precious son... whoops, guess that sounds a little bitter.
But see I know the real truth. Angel was in NYC, living off rats and dressed as a hobo before me. His saving me made him a person. So if he can love and be loved, I'll always be there with him.
300 years from now, when Angel Shanshu's and marries, he'll barely remember me. But I'll be in his heart, because I made his heart have love. I made it possible for him to open up once or twice on a blue moon.
So if I make his loving possible, how can we be impossible? It's that thought that'll keep me going. That and a lot of alcohol.
Disclaimer: Characters are Joss Whedon's, definitions come from Dictionary.com
Distribution: It's short, but take it. E-mail me.
Rating: PG
Authors Notes/Spoilers: this is based on spoilers for 7/4 after "Get It Done."
Story:
Im.pos.si.ble (P) Pronunciation Key (m-ps-bl)
adj.
Incapable of having existence or of occurring.
Not capable of being accomplished: an impossible goal.
Unacceptable; intolerable: impossible behavior.
Extremely difficult to deal with or tolerate: an impossible child; an impossible situation.
pos.si.ble (P) Pronunciation Key (ps-bl)
adj.
Capable of happening, existing, or being true without contradicting proven facts, laws, or circumstances.
Capable of occurring or being done; done without offense to character, nature or custom.
Capable of favorable development; potential; a possible site for the new capital.
Of certain likelihood.
Angel and I did not fall under the category of possible, but we weren't exactly impossible either. Or maybe we were, and Cinderella's fairy godmother sang the truth.
True: Angel is a vampire. Also true: I'm the Slayer. Doomed right? And yet we were so in love for so long. It's become a running joke among the Scoobs that after a year and a half I start to self destruct my relationships, and Angel just put up with it for six extra months. But if you count Riley as a year and half, you have to count Angel as 3, because we weren't really together until like, February.
True: I love Angel. Always have, always will. The ache has dulled a bit, but it's still there. What I told Xander wasn't untrue. I loved Angel more than I will ever love anyone or thing else. He's still a huge piece of my heart that I can't get rid of.
Also true: Willow says he's moved on. He's supposedly very in love with Cordelia. Faith backs her up, a little too gleefully. He's happy, with his spoiled brat and his precious son... whoops, guess that sounds a little bitter.
But see I know the real truth. Angel was in NYC, living off rats and dressed as a hobo before me. His saving me made him a person. So if he can love and be loved, I'll always be there with him.
300 years from now, when Angel Shanshu's and marries, he'll barely remember me. But I'll be in his heart, because I made his heart have love. I made it possible for him to open up once or twice on a blue moon.
So if I make his loving possible, how can we be impossible? It's that thought that'll keep me going. That and a lot of alcohol.