White House AU: The Final Part
Title: A White House AU Part III
Author: melliyna
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eventual Nixon/Winters, Liebgott/Webster and Speirs/Lipton
Fandom: Band of Brothers
Disclaimer: Based off the performances in the TV series, not the real men. All the West Wing references/in jokes that are good are property of Mr Sorkin (as is the quote in the cut text, which is all West Wing and invovles a really awesome moment).
Notes: This is the final part of this crazy little idea (as far as I know). May or may not have been inspired by this picture of Mr Lewis here but was definitely inspired by way too much TWW rewatching. And me being a total politics dork, but we'll leave that one alone. Warning for sap, kissing, slight degree of corniness and using West Wing quotations as segment breaks.
Oh, boy, I like it when "In Style" magazine is issued press credentials. "Mirabella" wanted to know what wine is served with the fish course. So it's a good thing I went to school for 22 years.
State dinners' were definitely not Lewis Nixon's favourite thing in life. The press tended to take time off from even a vague attempt about asking questions about policy and went towards asking various important questions about what the First Lady was wearing, what the Ambassdors' wife was wearing, the food and in one memorable instance, the arrangement of of the table napkins. However they did have one very nice, albeit complicated bonus.
"Lew, you have to save me over her" Richard Winters, in a tux. But with a tie that he couldn't tie to save his life. "I think this necktie was cursed by the speaker or something." Nix just grinned at his friend. "No, I think it was just that the world wanted to be sure there was something you couldn't do" He went over and began to carefully untangle the mess that Winters had made of the knots, trying not to think about how close he was to the other man, whose hair was still slightly scruffy from a day of work and was staring at him with that lovely, raised eyebrow expression that did slightly obscene things to Lewis Nixons' brain.
That wasn't unusual. What was was when Lewis Nixon found himself having finished the tie, but with his hands still on his best friends neck. And somehow, in the half light of the office, Lewis Nixon made up his mind. Which was how they'd ended up kissing in the moonlight (well okay, the half light from the other West Wing offices but Lew would forever joke it was completely in the mooonlight), to the strains of a particularly beautiful piece by Beethoven coming from the reception. Dick had smiled, let Lew hold him and they'd stood there for a while after. Nix figured he could worry about the publicity, his friends' "so you finally did something about it" mocking reaction and what the President was going to say later. Right now there was a reception, some great music and Richard Winters was his and kissing him. Maybe State Dinners weren't so bad after all.
Somewhere in this building, is our talent
"This is all your fault you know, Web. And even if it isn't I'd find a way to blame you?"
"How exactly is this my fault again? Cause I'd like you to explain that, so I can mock you so more. Especially the bit about having a drink thrown over you?"
David Webster had expected Joe Liebgott to do many things after that. Make a snarky comment about how at least he had women who'd throw drinks over him or about Webster and his run on sentences problem. Or throw a peanut at him. Or possibly tell yet again, that he needed to keep away from Joe until his talent came back or he had pie. What he really didn't expect was to be up against the wall, being kissed. Against the wall, which was a very solid wall, all things considered. And Joe, whose hands, lips, body and general proximity were all doing very strange things to him. When he pulled back, David could hear his own slightly gasping breaths. And Joe was grinning happily.
"You are much less annoying like this, you know. I think perhaps I should do this more often."
And suddenly, Web realised he'd gotten the sentence right.
The problem with that is that's what they were saying about me 50 years ago. Blacks shouldn't serve with whites. It would disrupt the unit. you know what? It did disrupt the unit. The unit got over it. The unit changed. I'm an admiral in the U.S. navy and chairman of the joint chiefs of staff. Beat that with a stick.
This was not how Carwood Lipton had expected the conversation with Speirs to go. Not at all. He'd broken the news to the man about the cut backs in Pentagon spending, survived with all his limbs intact. He'd been about to leave but then somehow they'd gotten on to Don't Ask, Don't Tell and then somewhere between that, coffee and leaving he'd ended up making out with the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs. In his office.
And now he had a State Dinner to go to. And then possibly a date of some sort. With Speirs. Who was actually being rather romantic about the whole thing. Lip would have been slightly bewildered by the whole thing but really, making out with Speirs was fun. Plus, he was good to argue with, once you got over the whole thing about how he could kill you with one finger. In short, good times.
Afterward: And I'm sorry, but I have to stick this one at the end because really, this what inspired the Liebgott/Webster sections. And it needs to be read in it's entirety because hey, it's awesome and brilliant.
Toby Ziegler: He calls you and me the Batman and Robin of speechwriting.
Sam Seaborn: Well, I don't think he does.
Toby Ziegler: He doesn't but he should 'cause that's what we are.
Sam Seaborn: Okay.
Toby Ziegler: We are Batman and Robin.
Sam Seaborn: Which one's which?
Toby Ziegler: Look at me, Sam. Am I Robin?
Sam Seaborn: I'm not Robin.
Toby Ziegler: Yes you are.
Sam Seaborn: Okay, well, let's move off this.
Toby Ziegler: You bet, little friend.
Sam Seaborn: Listen, we're really not Batman and Robin.
Toby Ziegler: No, we'll keep those identities secret. I'm Bruce Wayne and you're my ward... Dick Something.
Author: melliyna
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eventual Nixon/Winters, Liebgott/Webster and Speirs/Lipton
Fandom: Band of Brothers
Disclaimer: Based off the performances in the TV series, not the real men. All the West Wing references/in jokes that are good are property of Mr Sorkin (as is the quote in the cut text, which is all West Wing and invovles a really awesome moment).
Notes: This is the final part of this crazy little idea (as far as I know). May or may not have been inspired by this picture of Mr Lewis here but was definitely inspired by way too much TWW rewatching. And me being a total politics dork, but we'll leave that one alone. Warning for sap, kissing, slight degree of corniness and using West Wing quotations as segment breaks.
Oh, boy, I like it when "In Style" magazine is issued press credentials. "Mirabella" wanted to know what wine is served with the fish course. So it's a good thing I went to school for 22 years.
State dinners' were definitely not Lewis Nixon's favourite thing in life. The press tended to take time off from even a vague attempt about asking questions about policy and went towards asking various important questions about what the First Lady was wearing, what the Ambassdors' wife was wearing, the food and in one memorable instance, the arrangement of of the table napkins. However they did have one very nice, albeit complicated bonus.
"Lew, you have to save me over her" Richard Winters, in a tux. But with a tie that he couldn't tie to save his life. "I think this necktie was cursed by the speaker or something." Nix just grinned at his friend. "No, I think it was just that the world wanted to be sure there was something you couldn't do" He went over and began to carefully untangle the mess that Winters had made of the knots, trying not to think about how close he was to the other man, whose hair was still slightly scruffy from a day of work and was staring at him with that lovely, raised eyebrow expression that did slightly obscene things to Lewis Nixons' brain.
That wasn't unusual. What was was when Lewis Nixon found himself having finished the tie, but with his hands still on his best friends neck. And somehow, in the half light of the office, Lewis Nixon made up his mind. Which was how they'd ended up kissing in the moonlight (well okay, the half light from the other West Wing offices but Lew would forever joke it was completely in the mooonlight), to the strains of a particularly beautiful piece by Beethoven coming from the reception. Dick had smiled, let Lew hold him and they'd stood there for a while after. Nix figured he could worry about the publicity, his friends' "so you finally did something about it" mocking reaction and what the President was going to say later. Right now there was a reception, some great music and Richard Winters was his and kissing him. Maybe State Dinners weren't so bad after all.
Somewhere in this building, is our talent
"This is all your fault you know, Web. And even if it isn't I'd find a way to blame you?"
"How exactly is this my fault again? Cause I'd like you to explain that, so I can mock you so more. Especially the bit about having a drink thrown over you?"
David Webster had expected Joe Liebgott to do many things after that. Make a snarky comment about how at least he had women who'd throw drinks over him or about Webster and his run on sentences problem. Or throw a peanut at him. Or possibly tell yet again, that he needed to keep away from Joe until his talent came back or he had pie. What he really didn't expect was to be up against the wall, being kissed. Against the wall, which was a very solid wall, all things considered. And Joe, whose hands, lips, body and general proximity were all doing very strange things to him. When he pulled back, David could hear his own slightly gasping breaths. And Joe was grinning happily.
"You are much less annoying like this, you know. I think perhaps I should do this more often."
And suddenly, Web realised he'd gotten the sentence right.
The problem with that is that's what they were saying about me 50 years ago. Blacks shouldn't serve with whites. It would disrupt the unit. you know what? It did disrupt the unit. The unit got over it. The unit changed. I'm an admiral in the U.S. navy and chairman of the joint chiefs of staff. Beat that with a stick.
This was not how Carwood Lipton had expected the conversation with Speirs to go. Not at all. He'd broken the news to the man about the cut backs in Pentagon spending, survived with all his limbs intact. He'd been about to leave but then somehow they'd gotten on to Don't Ask, Don't Tell and then somewhere between that, coffee and leaving he'd ended up making out with the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs. In his office.
And now he had a State Dinner to go to. And then possibly a date of some sort. With Speirs. Who was actually being rather romantic about the whole thing. Lip would have been slightly bewildered by the whole thing but really, making out with Speirs was fun. Plus, he was good to argue with, once you got over the whole thing about how he could kill you with one finger. In short, good times.
Afterward: And I'm sorry, but I have to stick this one at the end because really, this what inspired the Liebgott/Webster sections. And it needs to be read in it's entirety because hey, it's awesome and brilliant.
Toby Ziegler: He calls you and me the Batman and Robin of speechwriting.
Sam Seaborn: Well, I don't think he does.
Toby Ziegler: He doesn't but he should 'cause that's what we are.
Sam Seaborn: Okay.
Toby Ziegler: We are Batman and Robin.
Sam Seaborn: Which one's which?
Toby Ziegler: Look at me, Sam. Am I Robin?
Sam Seaborn: I'm not Robin.
Toby Ziegler: Yes you are.
Sam Seaborn: Okay, well, let's move off this.
Toby Ziegler: You bet, little friend.
Sam Seaborn: Listen, we're really not Batman and Robin.
Toby Ziegler: No, we'll keep those identities secret. I'm Bruce Wayne and you're my ward... Dick Something.