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.

"Best anyone could tell us," said Danny with a nod to Ron Butterfield, "it was just random White House hate mail."

"Has Josh seen it?" the president asked Butterfield.

"No, sir. Quantico is doing an exhaustive analysis."

"Because...?"

"Because parties close to Mr. Lyman thought it best that he not see it until senior personnel were back in the White House to...."

"Okay, yeah, I get the idea. Bring me the stuff when it does come back."

"Thank you, Mr. President."

He waited for the door to close before turning back to Danny.

"You did us a favor, looking after Josh."

"The First Lady did it, sir. Sometimes she's the only one who can communicate with him. She and Josh...."

"...are uncannily alike?"

"Meaning it in the most flattering way possible, sir, they're a matched brace of pit bulls."

"Ain't that the truth? Danny, you know you and Abbey can't take over the world, right?"

"We can't?"

The president shook his head.

"Not even a little...?" Danny held his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart, and then, when the president frowned, half that.

"No," said the president. "Not even the White House."

"Yes, sir. Mr. President, you do know that this material at the lab didn't come in the mail?"

"I know you and my wife are nurturing a serpent in your collective bosom, yes."

"Leaving aside for a minute the disturbing anatomical nature of that image and the fact that the serpent is taking enough punishment from other parties to make a flagrant human rights case...."

"Why? Why is she subjecting herself to this, and why is she doing this to us?"

"I've been wondering that myself, sir."

"Well, get her to talk, or I'm going to turn her over to someone who can. Amateur hour is almost at an end."

"Yes, sir."

"Now get out of here, and get ready for your party. And wipe that silly grin off your face before Leo sees it. He's excited enough as it is."

"Margaret!"

"Donna."

"Sorry."

"I'm gone for two days, and you forget my name?"

"I called her Donna for the first day and a half."

"You didn't know the difference?"

"It was wishful thinking. How was the trip?"

"C.J. says I should go back to college."

"You spend two days on a West Coast campaign swing and all you get out of it is C.J. says you should go back to college?"

"That wasn't all."

"You missed me?"

"When did C.J. start enunciating policy?"

"She's the Press Secretary. She's always...."

"Yeah, administration policy, but this time she was throwing her own ideas around. It didn't even sound like she was, you know, quoting the president. It was her own voice."

"What do you think of that?"

"I think she makes a lot of sense."

"About school?"

"No. Well, yeah, I only need a few more classes. That makes sense, but I don't get... you know what I mean?"

"All I can tell you, Donnatella, is that if C.J. thinks you should get your degree, she's probably got a plan, and if you want to be part of it, you might want to head on down to Georgetown."