Title: If Wishes Were Horses
Author: Settiai
Disclaimer: "Angel" and other related characters are all properties of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and other related corporations. No infringement is intended. This story, such as it is, was written as a sign of respect and love for the characters, the show, and their creator. I claim no ownership of the aforementioned show and characters.
Rating: PG
Summary: (100 Word Drabble) Sometimes, late at night, Angel is haunted by dreams of what might have been.
Feedback: Comments and helpful criticisms are always appreciated.
E-mail: lynn_foster@settiai.com
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Sometimes, late at night, Angel is haunted by dreams of what might have been.
He stood in the shadows, watching Lorne play with a two-year-old Connor, while Doyle sat beside Cordelia's bedside, a smile on his face as he stared down at the dark-haired babe in her arms. Wesley leaned against a nearby wall, his long-lost innocence still in place. Harry sat on the floor at his face, looking up every now and then with a glint in her eyes. Gunn stood in the doorway, Alonna on one side and Fred on the other.
He occasionally wished he wouldn't awaken.
