Fandom:

The West Wing AU

Pairing:

C.J./Danny

Rating:

PG-13 for topic

Distribution:

How much do I owe you for hauling it off?

Spoilers:

Up to and including Full Disclosure, from which the series follows on

Email:

exfilia at livejournal dot com

Disclaimer:

if I owned them, they'd have a lot more fun

Warning:

mentions nonconsensual sex

Note:

Hoynes lovers should probably be hitting delete right about now.

When Danny reached the Oval Office, C.J. was alone inside. He stopped a minute, watching her, imagining, before he tapped on the glass door and stepped inside.

"Is the president busy?"

"Daniel Concannon, did you tell Toby he had to wear a pink tuxedo in our wedding?"

"Yeah, Josh too, but he didn't believe me. Donna is so pissed about the butt bow, though."

"She doesn't like the bow?"

"There's really going to be a butt bow?"

"You don't like bows?"

"You do like bows?"

"I've got to have something back there, Daniel. I mean, I've got enough back there already that I've got to have something to disguise it."

"What's wrong with what you've got back there?" He craned his neck to look.

"Uh... it's enormous?"

"What about it? You're built like a racehorse, C.J., with lots of extra muscle where it counts. Bet you were a sprinter in college."

"Bet I wasn't, and it's not all muscle."

"Really? I think I'm going to have to investigate...."

"Danny! Not here!"

He moved his hands.

"Here, then?"

"Danny! The president is in the next room!"

"Not any more, I'm not." C.J. and Danny sprang apart and turned to face Leo and the president, who were standing in the door connecting their offices wearing matching grins. "Don't feel bad, son," the president said. "Abbey wouldn't let me get away with it in here, either."

"Yes, sir, I mean, no, sir, I mean... actually she wanted to know... I should go now, shouldn't I?"

C.J. glared at him.

"Those are my lines," she said.

"Yeah, just practicing the role reversal thing."

"Good afternoon, Danny," said the president.

"Thank you, Mr. President," he said, and fled.

"Sorry, sir," she said.

"C.J., this is going to be your office in a couple of years," he laughed, "and when it is you can do anything you want in it. We'll just call this a practice session. Now, what about the dental insurance thing?"

"It's grown a rider," she said.

"Do tell."

"About property insurance," she told them, "for the owners of mobile home communities."

"Talk about persistent," said the president.

"Yes, sir, someone's very interested in this."

"Well, find out who. What else?"

"The Navy has agreed to place a buoy above the Tybee Island bomb," said Leo, "so nobody drops anything on it by accident."

"The bomb they can't locate?"

"Amazing coincidence, there, sir: they found it, off Little St. Simon's, wherever that is. They still say it's best not to mess with it, and they're going to place sensors in case anyone else tries. Oh, and the local authorities want to name this buoy after the crusading reporter that brought about...."

"Katie didn't even know where Tybee island was," C.J. said.

"Let's not tell anybody that," said the president. "I wish I could give her a nicer monument than a buoy."

"We will," said Leo, looking into C.J.'s eyes.

"Hi," said Donna, refilling her coffee mug. "Are you looking for C.J.?"

"She's in with my dad," said Ellie. "I just wanted to speak to her for a second. My mom said she wanted me to be in her wedding, and...."

"Everyone in the world is going to be in this wedding," said Toby, reaching for the pot.

"You're drinking too much coffee," said Donna. "You're going to look like an electrified idiot at your meeting."

"Butt bow," he reminded her.

"Flamingo tux?"

"If it pleases C.J., yes. Excuse me, ladies. Duty calls." Toby went back to his office, and Ellie's eyes followed him until the door closed. Well, Toby had kind of blown them off, and Ellie could be sensitive at times.

"He didn't upset you, did he?" asked Donna.

"Hmm? Oh, no. I was just thinking about this cat we used to have at the farm, so neat and tidy and totally aloof, until he jumped up in your lap to be petted and all of a sudden he was all warm and cuddly."

"My roommate's cats cough up hairballs and shed on my clothes."

"Yeah. I miss my cat."

"You could get another one," Donna said.

"Yeah," said Ellie, her eyes on Toby's door.