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.

She cowered in her bed, ignoring the knocking. He wouldn't be crazy enough to come over, would he? He'd been crazy enough to call, crazy enough to think he could bend reality to his own whim, but he wouldn't show up on her doorstep. It wasn't him.

So who was it, and why were they still knocking? And what did they think of her for not answering? She should answer.

But what if it were him?

"Donna," said Josh. "Coffee. Now."

"Oh, yes, coffee!" said Toby.

"That's not in my job description."

"Could you just get from between me and the pot?"

"All right, but it's slightly thicker than axle grease. What are you two doing here at this hour?"

"You don't want to know," Toby told her. "Is C.J. in yet?"

"Her office is dark. There's a crowd in the briefing room, though."

"No," said Toby. "Spare me."

"Whose turn is it?" asked Josh. Toby shrugged. Josh looked up and met Donna's eyes, then slowly turned and looked at Toby, who almost smiled.

"No way," said Donna. "C.J. has deputies! Let them do it!"

"Has to be someone significant."

"And the Deputy Deputy...."

"You take meetings. Your face is known."

"I'm a glorified typist!"

"And your glory is undeniable," said Toby. "You will dazzle and astonish them."

"You just used two words that mean the same thing," said Donna.

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Bedazzlement is a visual phenomenon. Astonishment is mental."

"Briefing is not going to happen."

"Donna!" Josh wailed. "Don't do this to me!"

"Did I tell you to create a policy on egg abuse out of thin air?"

"You don't know these people! You haven't been in there!"

"I do know these people, and I don't plan to be in there. Wait for C.J., or do it yourself. And somebody start fresh pot of coffee!"

"So what was it?" Abbey asked the men when they came back up to breakfast.

"Submarine lurking off King's Bay," said Leo. "Is the coffee cold?"

"What's King's Bay?"

"A place where submarines lurk," her husband told her.

"Usually ours," said Leo. "This one wasn't."

"So what was it doing?"

"Sitting there trying to get our goat. They do it all the time in the Pacific, but not usually over here. One of ours went and parked in front of it and they had a staring contest."

"We won," said the president, "and we only had to put the entire Atlantic Fleet on alert for most of the night."

"Not to mention the White House. You gonna eat that bear claw, Abbey?"

"Charlie called down for ham and eggs the moment you hit the elevator. I tried to talk him into oatmeal, but...."

"Remind me to give that boy a raise."

"Did you know you've got press activity downstairs?"

"Is C.J. taking care of it?"

"Apparently not. Toby called up to see if she was up here with Danny."

"Danny's up here?"

"No, but C.J. wasn't answering her phone, so...."

"I don't want to know," said the president.

"I do," said Leo. "Where is she?"

"Not with Danny," said Abbey. "I called him; he's on his way."

"Your office has something to do with clandestine naval manuvers now?"

"No, Leo, Danny said he was on his way and hung up before I could tell him not to bother."

"Give it time," said the president. "When he's been on three hours sleep a night for a couple of months, he'll know better."

"You don't," said his wife, and sipped her coffee.