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:

nonconsensual sex and character death

Note:

Hoynes lovers should probably be hitting delete right about now.

"The Reptilian National Committee come by today."

"Glenn? Are we about to make a convert of you?"

"You wish. They tried to get me to run for president."

"You gonna do it?"

"If I was would I be on the phone with a sitting president of the opposite party? Three days of that nonsense was more than enough."

"Tell me about it."

"Look, I don't feel right about... your first team don't need no help, but it wasn't just them that got hurt. The campaign strategy is going to revolve around your poor victims and how we need a Republican president to save them."

"That'll be fun. What, you don't think...."

"I think I don't know the names of but two, and one of them's dead, and I still know better than to try to pull that. Jed, does John Hoynes seriously think he can win this?"

"Off the record?"

"Talk to me!"

"He's out of touch with reality in a lot of ways."

"You think this man needs to be sitting in your chair?"

"Can we electrify it? I can't run, Glenn. I would if I could."

"I know. You want a laugh? You know who's got the RNC shaking in their boots? Your girl in the press room."

"Yeah, that's... good to know, too."

"Lots of pretty pictures floating around of her and that redheaded grizzly bear of hers."

"If your people can't distract the American public from the courtship of two White House staffers...."

"Then John Hoynes might just be president in a couple of years."

"Yeah."

"Or she might, without ever having to mention an issue at all."

"You ever listen to her briefings? She's not afraid to differentiate her own ideas from the administration's. Not that that means she's running for anything."

"You let her get away with that?"

"Minority positions have their value. It lets the public know I had everyone's opinion in front of me when I made the decision."

"So this is not a backhanded presidential campaign?"

"C.J. doesn't do things backwards. If she were running for president, you'd know."

"No kidding."

"So what kind of a wedding do we want?" C.J. asked Danny as she popped their breakfast bagels into the toaster.

"No Rose Garden."

"I heard. I want my boys in white tie and tails."

"Formal."

"Excruciatingly. If I have to wear anything with boning, you guys have to do the penguin thing."

"White gardenias," he said. "and white ribbons, with lots and lots of glossy green leaves."

"Candles?"

"Everywhere."

"At night, then? So I can wear something without sleeves?"

"You can wear anything you want any time you want, although I have to say that nothing at all looks pretty good on you."

"I will if you will, but we might have a problem getting a priest."

"Really in the White House?"

"You want to tell the president we want to do this somewhere else?"

"I don't work for the president."

"Okay, I'll tell him, and you tell your boss."

"You don't want me to live until the wedding? Right, we do it in the White House."

"Early January?"

"Is that long enough?"

"Way too long," she said, and kissed him until she smelled the bagels burning.