Chapter Forty-Four

Impossible is Nothing

I don't own anything except Melissa, Kate, and any other OC's that I create.

Don't even own the title of this chapter...It's copyrighted by a company that I can't remember. Gosh, doesn't that make me look smart? XD

Kate and Will were seated down at the same couch as yesterday. Mercer stayed in the room when he escorted them in. The two of them still sat at opposite ends of the couch, but their body language wasn't as tense. Kate's legs were uncrossed, and she wasn't holding the pillow. Will's hands weren't clasped nervously anymore.

"Lord Beckett–" Will began.

"It's Doctor, Turner. Need I remind you that that piece of paper behind you certifies that I am not a lord anymore, but a doctor."

Kate turned around and saw a degree with his name on it, saying that he graduated from a college that she didn't recognize. He graduated in 2006, so he must have been here for at least five years, seeing as it was now 2007. Without the wig and old-fashioned clothes, he blended right in. Beckett had short, semi-curly brown hair and greenish-blue eyes.

"When did you get here, Beckett?" Will asked, annoyed. "And how?"

"2002, and how I got here, well, I'm sure Calypso could explain how."

"Calypso?"

Kate sighed. "Beckett!"

"Oh...So Mr. Turner does not know about Calpyso? I'll put it simply: I died at sea, and Calypso decides to revive me. It took three hundred years, but that's beside the point."

Will frowned. "I'm afraid I don't understand...who's Calpyso?"

Kate shot Beckett an annoyed glance.

"Well, it seems that someone is quite eager to start counseling today," Beckett said. "So here's step number two: Why are you here?"

Kate blinked. "That's step number two. Will, I told you he was a sadist!"

Beckett sighed. "Miss Sims, if you don't agree with my program, the door is right there. I'm sure that Mercer would be more than obliged to show you the exit."

She looked at the pillow, then back at Beckett.

"Kate, he is not a sadist," Will said softly. "He's many things, but he is not that."

"Like what is he? A pansy? He's not even married and he's giving us advice on how to fix our relationship!"

"Sir, would you like for me to take her outside?" Mercer asked.

"Yet again, no, Mercer," Beckett said. "The answer will always be no. You may leave, though."

Kate waited until the door was closed, then she said, "Told you! He's a sadist! He wants me to stay so he can see me in pain."

"Miss Sims, I am not a sadist, nor a flower," Beckett said.

"No, a pansy means a wimp. I'm sorry if you don't agree, but, what did you call it yesterday? That's right...good business."

He looked down at his notepad, then up at the two of them. "I consider it's a blessing you're in counseling. You two seem very...argumentative."

Kate thought back to the fight in the car. "No we're not."

"See! Right there, an argument."

She frowned. "Beckett, that was not an argument. That was just me defending my point."

"Be that as it may, you're here for too much arguing, are you not?"

"We're not," she said. "We're here because of me."

"Next time you're about to surprise me, Miss Sims, make it something unexpected."

Kate was getting more angrier with Beckett. She hated his snarky attitude. Why was he so short with everyone?

"It's because I...I kissed another man while with Will."

"Mm. You did, now, did you?" Beckett sounded unsurprised.

Kate frowned. "Excuse me, but don't go treating me like I'm a slut!"

"I'd never do anything of the sorts," he said innocently. "But...aren't you asking for it in that shirt of your's? I'd understand how you'd get the reputation."

Kate looked down. Her salmon drapeneck top did show some cleavage, but she never thought of it as slutty.

"Beckett, you have no right to call her something like that!" Will defended. "She is not a slut or wench, or anything that you might call her! She understands that she made a mistake."

If looks could kill, Beckett would have been slumped over dead in his chair. That was how angry Will looked.

"You don't know her," he said. "Don't you dare judge her."

Will was defending her! That meant that he still loved her! She smiled at Will.

"We're here because Kate wants forgiveness."

And...she prompted mentally. Her smile grew even wider. She was about to get it!

But Will said nothing. Her smile slowly fell. Beckett said, "And you're not giving it to her yet. Wise plan."

Wise plan? Kate screamed in her head. She was furious now, mostly at Beckett and his smart-ass attitude.

"Katherine," Will said. "Remember when you and I were at your house when the power went out, and I told you that I loved you?"

Kate nodded. "Yes."

"Do you remember what you said back to me?"

"I love you," Will said.

"You don't want to love a girl like me," Kate replied.

"Why not?" Will gently rested a hand on her cheek.

"Because I'm just going to end up breaking your heart."

"I'd just end up breaking your heart," she said.

"A self-fulfilled prophecy," Beckett said. "How interesting."

"I see it as her keeping her promise," Will said.

Kate sighed. This was so unfair! The two of them were against her right now!

"Do you remember what we were talking about in the car, though? On your first day of work?" Kate asked. "I told you that nothing would ever come between us!"

"I'm going to listen to him," Kate said to Will, in reference of her father. "I'm never going to leave you."

"I also promised to never leave you. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a woman of my word."

The room was nothing but silence. Beckett wrote something down on a pad of paper. "You two are nothing short of a joy to watch, do you know that?"

Kate was angry as she drove home, but not just at Beckett this time. Now she angry at Will for teasing her like that with the forgiveness comment and for thinking that he didn't love her. For God's sake, what else did she have to do?! She wasn't about to apologize anymore!

Was it really worth staying with him for? He might never take her back if he was going to keep this up. Did she even want to stay with him anymore? Not if he was going to keep acting like this, she wasn't.

"I talked to Melissa today," Kate said, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear.

"What did she say?" Will asked quietly.

"I think she forgives me."

That same silence between them that was oh so familiar appeared again. Kate suppressed a sigh. Could Will find it in him to forgive her?

Melissa slammed her door in response to Jack's third attempt at giving her a warm greeting. She opened her closet door and took out a hanger.

Why was it that when she was by herself, the thought of forgiving Jack seemed so easy, but when he was actually there, it felt impossible?

"Melissa, love!" Jack said, cheerfully. "Ya 'ad a good day?"

She quickly took off her camisole and put in it on a hanger, putting it back in the closet. "Still not talking to you, Jack."

Sure you aren't, she thought sarcastically. Why would you not be talking to Jack if you are talking to him?

"That's great, I'll do th' talkin' then! T'day I saw a sparrow outside by th' window, walkin' on th' rocks, then 'e started peckin' on the window. Isn't that funny, love? A sparrow...Jack Sparrow...? Get it?"

Oh, I get it, she thought bitterly.

Wait, she saw a sparrow today! And so did Jack!

"What time?" she asked.

"It's 5:00," Jack said.

"No, what time did you see it? The sparrow, I mean?"

"I don't know...11:30? I told 'im t' go say 'ello t' ya fer me."

No, that was impossible. The bird was by her at around 12:30...it would have had to go seven miles to get to her.

Did Jack have to do everything?

She quickly changed into some pajamas while she heard Jack talking about his day – which she really didn't want to hear.

"'N' so there's this show, Monty 'r somethin' like that. There was a lot of fightin' 'n' beepin'. Not quite sure what that means. Does that mean it's a bad show?"

She sighed. "They were swearing. That's what the beeps were. They beeped the words out so the television audience couldn't hear them. And I'm pretty sure you're talking about Maury."

Melissa was about to close her closet door when she saw a flash of red. She knelt down and touched it.

"They were yellin' 'bout who th' father o' the baby was..."

Melissa tuned Jack out more and more as she pulled out the red nightgown that had caught her eye. She held it in front of her and let her mind trail back. This is what she was wearing when they first met: a skimpy nightgown that Kate bought her for her most recent birthday back in April.

"No one bites Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack said, recovering from the shock of Melissa's bite on his hand.

"What?" Melissa had asked.

"Cap'n Jack's ne'er been bit by a girl. Except Giselle–"

"No, your name. What's your name?"

"I just said it twice, love. Ya deaf or somethin'?"

"You...you're Captain Jack Sparrow." She paused. "Jack–"

"Captain, love."

She rolled her eyes. "Captain,what's the last thing you remember?"

"Say it without th' attitude or don't say it at all," he corrected. "Th' last thing I remember is Lizzie kissin' me 'n' 'andcuffin' me t' th' mast. Oh, yes, 'n' the Kraken 'ad me as an appetizer."

There was a brief silence, mostly stunned on Melissa's part.

"Since ya know my name," Jack said, "I'd appreciate it if ya told me yer's."

"Melissa Rose Lewes," she said softly, looking into his yes.

She sighed. Why could things go back like the way they used to be? She liked it a lot more then.

Melissa stood up and hung the nightgown on a hanger and put it in the back of the closet. If Jack was going to set her aside, she figured he could do the same.

Kate knew that what you wrote as your high school quote as a senior mattered. It was something that, when your friends ten years from now looked at it, they'd remember the kind of person that you were. Kate was always the ambitious, reach-for-the-stars type of girl, the one who never gave up.

Kate's was "impossible is nothing."

Anything really could happen if you put your mind to it. Right now, she wanted forgiveness. And she was going to get that forgiveness.

Impossible is nothing, after all.

Kate's Blog Entry

Forgiveness takes time. Forgiveness does not just come. Although I sure would like it to. I think I'm pretty qualified for forgiveness.

XOXO,

Kate

Melissa's Blog Entry

I miss him. I want to forgive him, I really do. Why can't I just do it? I could do it right now if I wanted! I'd love to hear a good, honest apology. The one he gave me on Monday night was an apology, and he did have the compass pointing towards me. That was honest, I guess. But I want him to admit that he wants me back. I want to hear that he made a mistake.

Really, he had to use a sparrow and send it to me?

Love,

Melissa Rose