Ficlet: West Wing, Josh/Donna, untitled

[anxietygrrl]

"If FOX calls Ohio before ten o'clock, one of you is going to bring me Brit Hume's head in a box! Got that?" The proclomation sounded throughout Santos headquarters, providing him with a dramatic exit from the main conference room they'd occupied across from the ballroom where most of the staff, volunteers, press, politicos and hangers-on were gathered, drinking themselves into optimism. Donna followed him into the adjoining private office, which was closet-like and decorated in Early Office Depot.

"Josh."

"In a box," he repeated. "With a bow on it. And that curly ribbon like you do with the scissors. Do you have the exits from the Upper Midwest?" She tossed the folder onto the desk. "Am I going to like them?"

"I haven't looked at them."

"What did Joey say?"

"I didn't ask her." She kicked the door shut.

"We are still in the middle of an election here, right? I didn't black out and miss the end?"

She glanced toward the tv in the corner of the room. It soundlessly displayed the omnipresent map--the one she saw in her dreams at night, the one she stared at on a bulletin board all day--with its usual predictable patches of blue and red, but still, at this hour, a nerve-rattling amount of yellow.

"It's going to be hours, Josh. We're tracking the exits. We've got the lawyers ready just in case. But for now...there's nothing else we can do. Will and the Congressman are going over the speeches, and you've got everyone else running around doing busywork, pretending it could make a difference when really it's all over but the counting. We're officially in limbo."

She thought he would argue, but he only looked at her, nodded, and said quietly, "Well, it's not like we haven't been there before." He leaned back against the edge of the desk, and she slumped against him, unable to suppress an exhuasted giggle. He put his arm around her, and she found herself holding his hand.

"One way or the other, though. Tomorrow..."

"Everything changes," she said softly. She'd put so much into this for so long, it was hard to fathom something after. "Beginning of the end of an era."

"Transition period," he corrected firmly. "To a new era."

"If we win," she qualified.

He picked up the remote, and the map disappeared, went black, at least for the time being. She turned her head to meet his eyes, and saw that look, the one that made her bite her lip and think, 'Now? Or maybe now?'

Josh brushed her hair back, and let his hand linger on her face.

"Either way."


And then they dun sex, etc.

Comments

[dianora2.livejournal.com]

Mmmm, Brit Hume's head in a box.

Cute!

[aj.livejournal.com]

SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!

You love me! *clings*

[anxietygrrl.livejournal.com]

Well, duh.

[aj.livejournal.com]

*cuddles*

Aww... love you too. I still owe you a present for your birthday of some sort. Hrm. Crap. Er..

::clings:: TellmewhatyouwantandIwriteitforyooooou.

[anxietygrrl.livejournal.com]

The DW dvds arrived very near my birthday, so you may consider me present-ed.

[celli]

*squee*