Title: Backstory (or how Danny Concannon Covered 5 Stories that Never Happened)
Fandom: The West Wing
Characters: Danny, CJ, some Josh
Pairings: Danny/CJ
Rating: PG-13
Notes: for Remix #8; this is a remix of Sangerin's The Nightmare Scenario (or 5 Press Briefings that CJ Cregg Never Delivered)

( civil defense--part 2 of 2 )

Title: Civil Defense
Author:
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The question comes at the end of a briefing that’s already run too long, from Marsh Blume of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch:  “CJ, is the White House planning to comply with the Azan request for information about the President’s recent visit to the Ephod dig?”

It takes a moment for CJ to realize what he’s asking-way to miss every single one of the ( Read more... )

BARTLET: He was a lawyer?
JOSH: Yeah.  A litigator.
BARTLET: Did he like that you were in politics?
JOSH: I think he would've liked grandchildren more.
BARTLET: He would've.

Fourteen hours into studying for the first final of his second year (a seminar on advocacy in the appellate courts), Josh Lyman realizes that he went to law school for the sake of a ( Read more... )

Challenge 145: Burn
Titles: Home from the Wars (Josh/Donna), Disposable Lighter (Andy/Toby)
Word Count: 100

Home from the Wars

CJ: You take this seriously?!
JOSH: Yeah, it's a death threat, CJ, I take it seriously.  I had some experience with this.

Reflexively, Donna reaches to pull the sheet over the keloid burn: souvenir of Gaza.  Josh ( Read more... )

            Molly is a pilgrim, Huck is an Indian, and Toby spends the morning muttering under his breath about stereotypes, revisionist history, native genocide. “American history is more complicated than this,” he grouses. “What else are they trying to pass off as true?-that ridiculous thing about Washington and the cherry tree? Honest Abe?”

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Toby is battering the window in his office with a red rubber ball when his phone rings.  Since the explosion, he hasn’t been more than ten feet away from a telephone, but he’s still surprised to hear it ring.  For a panicky moment, he cannot find the phone: it’s buried under multiple drafts of the President’s response to the Gaza bombings. The ball ( Read more... )

“Dabt was diffent,” her boss had protested stuffily.  And in his mind, it was.

On the day Josh gave Donna his key, he’d been in meetings all morning-first with Toby, then with Sam, then with Legislative Affairs-leading up to a floor vote in the evening.  When he sidled up to her desk, looking abashed, Donna ignored him.  She didn’t want to ( Read more... )

Her name is Dulcinea, and Sam visits her like a mistress: on slow weekends and at the end of long, bad days.  Lately, she’s just a quiet place to write; they won’t see the open ocean again until Bartlett leaves office.  If Toby knew how many drafts of the first Inaugural were stashed under the spare lifejackets, he’d send her to the bottom of the ( Read more... )