Fic: A Presidential Road Trip 3/?
Title: A Presidential Road Trip 3/?
Characters: Jon Stewart, "Stephen Colbert", Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon, Craig Ferguson
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A few curses?
Summary: Jon and Stephen go on a road trip to try to spend time together and then craziness happens!
Author's Note: Same universe as The President's Dilemma.
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Previous Parts: 1 2
Washington D.C.,
The White House,
Saturday August 16, 2014
Hallway- Afternoon
“Ugh, what happened?” Jimmy F. muttered the next day as afternoon rays of the sun hit his face as he woke up. His eyes widened as he saw just how crazy last night’s party had been. Wine and beer bottles were scattered across the floor, somehow last night’s food fight got so intense that food was thrown onto the ceiling, and of course most of the staff was unconscious
Knowing the staff would soon wake up groggy and in hangovers, Jimmy crouched down and got started on ridding the floor of bottles before they became a safety hazard. Jimmy picked up his third bottle when suddenly the front door to the White House opened
“What the hell happened here?” Jimmy F. squinted through the bright rays of light from outside to see Jimmy K. looking down at him.
“Jon left on a road trip and we had a party,” Jimmy F. explained quickly, already feeling the beginnings of a hangover headache.
Jimmy K. frowned. “Jon leaving isn’t an occasion I would think you would be celebrating.”
“Colbert went with him,” Jimmy F. explained further.
“Ah,” Jimmy K. said, finally understanding. He looked around the hallway. “How are we going to clean this mess?”
Jimmy F. shrugged, rubbing his bleary eyes. Man, he really needed a nap right now. “I’ll wake everyone up and we’ll start cleaning. Oh god Jimmy I really don’t want to think this hard in the morning. It’s making my headache worse.”
“Morning?” Jimmy K. asked, smirking slightly. “It’s four in the afternoon.”
“What?” Jimmy F. tried to stand up but regretted it as he almost tripped over a wine bottle.
“We better start cleaning then, shall we?” Jimmy K. said, fully smirking. The Jimmys began picking up bottles until they reached the doors of the Dining Room, where Conan was currently napping against
Jimmy K. shook him awake. “Wha?” Conan mumbled as he came to.
“Well we need to clean the whole White House in one and a half days,” Jimmy F. said bluntly.
“That should be easy...,” Conan started to say before Jimmy F. interrupted him.
“Not when there’s food on the ceiling!”
“What do you want me to do with this?” Conan asked after Jimmy K. shoved a broom from a nearby supply closet into his hands.
“Clean,” Jimmy K. commanded
Jimmy F. shoved Conan into the Dining Room. “That room better be clean after two hours!”
“We need to wake everyone up,” Jimmy K. stated.
“And we need to get that off the ceiling,” Jimmy F. pointed at some mashed potatoes, which were currently on the ceiling.
“How?” Jimmy K. asked.
Jimmy F. looked grimly up at the ceiling. “I don’t know, but we’re about to find out.”
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Virginia
Road- Saturday Afternoon
At the same time Jimmy F. looked grimly at the ceiling Jon and Stephen finally pushed their car back onto the street.
“Back to the White House then,” Stephen panted as they got into the car. Jon collapsed into the passenger seat as Stephen popped the keys into ignition. The engine spluttered, then became silent.
Stephen tried again and the same thing happened. “What now?” Jon groaned, beyond tired at this point
“We ran out of gas,” Stephen announced
Jon sighed and put his head in his hands. “I can’t believe this is happening!” he muttered. They were stuck in the middle of nowhere with no maps, cell reception or gas. They were fucked.
“No, no it’s okay!” Stephen yelled suddenly and ran outside. Jon trudged behind him to see Stephen fish around the car’s trunk for two gallon containers.
“We can go to a gas station nearby and fill these up,” Stephen explained as he gave Jon a container. “We come back and fill the car up and voilà! Problem solved!”
“Why did you bring these containers with you?” Jon asked.
“Um...they came with the car?” Stephen said. Hm, suspicious answer. Jon stored this information for later.
“I saw a gas station a few miles away,” Stephen said. Jon knew it was bound to be more than ‘a few’ miles and decided to go back into the car to look for food.
He came back with a couple bags of chips. “Is this all you’ve got?” Jon asked.
“That and beef jerky,” Stephen said as he closed the trunk.
“Jerky?” Jon said in disgust.
“We can’t always eat exotic foods like we do at the White House,” Stephen said. “We have to get back to our roots. ‘Rebecome’ an average American.”
“By eating jerky?” Jon said, rolling his eyes. He still stuffed his pockets with jerky though. Food’s food right?
“Let’s get going,” Stephen said. And with that, both men picked up their containers and started to walk down the road, leaving all traces of luxury behind.