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.

"You ready?" C.J. asked Danny when he appeared in her office door.

"Can we elope?"

"We could," she said, coming around her desk, "but I don't think it would solve your problem. My brothers will still be here when we get back, and they'd probably have a lot more negative an opinion of you than they do now. Plus the president would be disappointed."

"Yeah, well, there's a big difference in the president disapproving and your brothers. I'm bigger than the president."

"Yeah, but how many Special Forces teams work for him?"

"I want you to know I'm strongly considering life in a Cistercian monastery."

"Wanna fool around?" she said, slipping her arms around his neck.

"Okay, the monastery thing probably isn't all that practical." He nuzzled her hair aside and brushed his lips against the sensitive spot on her neck, but she pulled away.

"Come meet my family," she said.

"Can I have some time to pull myself together?" he asked.

"If you hurry."

"Shouldn't take more than a decade or two."

Tracy watched out the high window as a black Lincoln pulled away.

"Can you climb?" she asked Amy.

"I can't even stand," Amy said, "but I'll try, if you can get me loose from the bed." She tugged at the chains that held her to the iron headboard, but stopped when they heard footsteps on the stairs. Tracy sat on the bed and tried to look innocent as the lock rattled and Bernard stepped inside.

"What have you been up to?" he growled.

Well, so much for innocence.

"Can't you unchain her?" Tracy asked. "I mean, she's not going anywhere, and she's awfully uncomfortable."

"I expect she is," he said. He fumbled in his pocket and tossed Tracy a ring of keys.

"She needs a doctor," Tracy said, unfastening the ancient padlocks and catching Amy as she toppled over.

"I expect she does," said Bernard, reclaiming his keys.

"So are you going to call somebody?"

"No," he said.

"Have you been out in the lobby?" Leo asked the president.

"Not lately."

"There's a delegation of Naval officers out there, and they look like they could take on a third-world country all by themselves."

"How many?"

"Three."

"Ah." Bartlet smiled. "Two men and a woman, very tall, very red-headed, accompanied by a public school teacher from Dayton?"

"Accompanied by some guy with more red hair than Danny, yeah. Oh, don't tell me!"

Charlie Young tapped at the door.

"Mr. President?" he said. "The Creggs are here."

"We're on our way," Bartlet replied.

"'We?'" asked Leo.

"We," confirmed the president. "Come on, Charlie."

"If it's convenient, sir, I'm wanted in Mr. Butterfield's office."

"About the girl?"

"I hope so, sir."

"Okay, I guess you're off the hook," Bartlet said, "but you, Leo, are going to come run interference for me, aren't you?"