fic: the ignored (TWW/Veep crossover)
title: the ignored
characters: Selina, Josh, ensemble
rating: pg-13
summary: well if the president won't help, she'll take it into her own hands
author's note: I mean, did we really think I wouldn't write the crossover? LOL, no. You all should know me better by now. And because the show is even better if you imagine Selina as Santos' VP. Written for falseeeyelashes wonderful prompt.
“Did the President call?”
Sue bites her teeth down, making that face that means she really doesn’t want to answer that question to Selina, the one where her eyebrows pull slightly down and her lips flatten and her eyes go wide. “No.” She finally says.
Selina nods her head. “Of course not.” She goes into her office, dropping her Blackberry onto her desk, the thud loud enough to hear outside. “Of fucking course not.”
Sue comes around her desk and closes the door, quietly and slowly.
Thus is the beginning to their morning.
-
“You know I am tired of being ignored.”
Amy’s bobbing her head along, sitting behind her desk. Her fingers tap on the screen of her phone, sliding up and down, scrolling through her emails or notifications. “Wait,” she looks up. “What are you tired of?”
Selina stares down at her. “Of being ignored.”
An awkward pause as Amy realizes just what she’s been doing. She clears her throat and makes a valid, somewhat late, attempt to focus, only it’s not just somewhat late, but too late.
Selina goes on. “I mean I don’t keep you here Amy to ignore me. It’s not your job to do that. It’s your job to be here for me when I need you. And goddammit if I wanted to be ignored I’d just go back to being married, wouldn’t I?”
“Right,” Amy fiddles with her phone. “What did you want to talk about?”
Selina pauses, tilting her head and squinting her eyes as if that will bring her original intent for being in here back. “I don’t remember.”
-
She’s not let it go even after lunch.
They’re gathered around Dan’s little flip chart thing again, and she files a mental note away to not pull a chart-using-misinformation-speech public event like that Congresswoman from two months ago during the State of the Union. What a disaster that would be, even worse than the plastics and the retard-slip combined.
Jonah chooses that time to stop by. She registers his entry from the corner of her eye, still lost in her own train of thought about disasters and flip-charts, and somehow now she’s thinking about salad. Forks, salad, forks, plastic forks and corn starch forks, and Mike’s fighting with Jonah.
Selina blinks, turning her head to look at Jonah straight on. “Jonah,” she interrupts. “Is the Chief of Staff in?”
Jonah’s mouth clicks closed, and he swings his head around to her. “What?”
“Focus up, bucko. Chief of Staff, is he in?”
“You mean Lyman?”
Selina rolls her eyes. “Well I wouldn’t be asking you if you knew where Amy was since she’s right here. So yes, that other Chief of Staff.”
Jonah shrugs. “I guess.”
She’s already up and moving, grabbing her coat from the rack. Dan and Mike are making some bitch comment about how Jonah doesn’t even know the Chief of Staff to the President. She’s forgotten her phone, so she doubles back to grab that. And then she leaves them. Let them be stupid, and dear God is it too fucking much that she has a staff that isn’t made up of incompetent children in suits.
-
Josh Lyman is at his desk when she walks in. Flipping through files and her eyes linger on the open container of his lunch.
“Madam Vice President,” he says, extending an arm to point her towards a chair. “What brings you across the street?”
She’s met him before, a few times after the Inauguration, and it’s not that he was a bad guy, it’s just he always never seemed to have the time for anyone who wasn’t the President.
Selina points to his leftover lunch. “A cornstarch fork.”
“Oh yeah,” he smiles, and whoa did it make him look younger. That stupid boyish thing. Her husband had had that smile too. “It’s a cute project. They’re kind of bendy though.”
Selina frowns. She’s not sure if he’s being an ass or trying to be cute. Probably both. She clears her throat. “Right, well, we would appreciate a bit more support from you.”
“We or you? And me or the President?”
She narrows her eyes at him. This entire building had a bad habit of treating her like some side-shelf figurine, a backseat to the President. “Mr. Lyman--”
“You can call me Josh.”
And whoa that stupid smile is not fair at all.
“Josh,” she bites off the syllable. “The office of the Vice President is not a joke.” The corner of his mouth twitches at that, and she goes on. “Despite our setbacks recently. And, well,” she concedes, lips twisting and her eyes flicking to a spot over his shoulder. “the fact that I was a second choice after the death of... The point remains that we would appreciate a bit more support. Instead of being ignored.”
Lyman’s watching her, grin still in place as she finishes. “Alright. We’ll see what we can do.”
Selina stands, smoothing down her skirt and giving him a pointed look. “See that you do.” She’s going for firm, no nonsense. She points back towards his desk as she leaves. “And enjoy the fork. Since it’s so cute.”
She walks back across the street with her head held high. On a scale of one to ten, that’d been a six, she’ll say. She mentally pats herself on the back.
-
“Did the President call, Sue?”
“No.”
“Of course not.”
A pause.
“But the Chief of Staff did.”
characters: Selina, Josh, ensemble
rating: pg-13
summary: well if the president won't help, she'll take it into her own hands
author's note: I mean, did we really think I wouldn't write the crossover? LOL, no. You all should know me better by now. And because the show is even better if you imagine Selina as Santos' VP. Written for falseeeyelashes wonderful prompt.
“Did the President call?”
Sue bites her teeth down, making that face that means she really doesn’t want to answer that question to Selina, the one where her eyebrows pull slightly down and her lips flatten and her eyes go wide. “No.” She finally says.
Selina nods her head. “Of course not.” She goes into her office, dropping her Blackberry onto her desk, the thud loud enough to hear outside. “Of fucking course not.”
Sue comes around her desk and closes the door, quietly and slowly.
Thus is the beginning to their morning.
-
“You know I am tired of being ignored.”
Amy’s bobbing her head along, sitting behind her desk. Her fingers tap on the screen of her phone, sliding up and down, scrolling through her emails or notifications. “Wait,” she looks up. “What are you tired of?”
Selina stares down at her. “Of being ignored.”
An awkward pause as Amy realizes just what she’s been doing. She clears her throat and makes a valid, somewhat late, attempt to focus, only it’s not just somewhat late, but too late.
Selina goes on. “I mean I don’t keep you here Amy to ignore me. It’s not your job to do that. It’s your job to be here for me when I need you. And goddammit if I wanted to be ignored I’d just go back to being married, wouldn’t I?”
“Right,” Amy fiddles with her phone. “What did you want to talk about?”
Selina pauses, tilting her head and squinting her eyes as if that will bring her original intent for being in here back. “I don’t remember.”
-
She’s not let it go even after lunch.
They’re gathered around Dan’s little flip chart thing again, and she files a mental note away to not pull a chart-using-misinformation-speech public event like that Congresswoman from two months ago during the State of the Union. What a disaster that would be, even worse than the plastics and the retard-slip combined.
Jonah chooses that time to stop by. She registers his entry from the corner of her eye, still lost in her own train of thought about disasters and flip-charts, and somehow now she’s thinking about salad. Forks, salad, forks, plastic forks and corn starch forks, and Mike’s fighting with Jonah.
Selina blinks, turning her head to look at Jonah straight on. “Jonah,” she interrupts. “Is the Chief of Staff in?”
Jonah’s mouth clicks closed, and he swings his head around to her. “What?”
“Focus up, bucko. Chief of Staff, is he in?”
“You mean Lyman?”
Selina rolls her eyes. “Well I wouldn’t be asking you if you knew where Amy was since she’s right here. So yes, that other Chief of Staff.”
Jonah shrugs. “I guess.”
She’s already up and moving, grabbing her coat from the rack. Dan and Mike are making some bitch comment about how Jonah doesn’t even know the Chief of Staff to the President. She’s forgotten her phone, so she doubles back to grab that. And then she leaves them. Let them be stupid, and dear God is it too fucking much that she has a staff that isn’t made up of incompetent children in suits.
-
Josh Lyman is at his desk when she walks in. Flipping through files and her eyes linger on the open container of his lunch.
“Madam Vice President,” he says, extending an arm to point her towards a chair. “What brings you across the street?”
She’s met him before, a few times after the Inauguration, and it’s not that he was a bad guy, it’s just he always never seemed to have the time for anyone who wasn’t the President.
Selina points to his leftover lunch. “A cornstarch fork.”
“Oh yeah,” he smiles, and whoa did it make him look younger. That stupid boyish thing. Her husband had had that smile too. “It’s a cute project. They’re kind of bendy though.”
Selina frowns. She’s not sure if he’s being an ass or trying to be cute. Probably both. She clears her throat. “Right, well, we would appreciate a bit more support from you.”
“We or you? And me or the President?”
She narrows her eyes at him. This entire building had a bad habit of treating her like some side-shelf figurine, a backseat to the President. “Mr. Lyman--”
“You can call me Josh.”
And whoa that stupid smile is not fair at all.
“Josh,” she bites off the syllable. “The office of the Vice President is not a joke.” The corner of his mouth twitches at that, and she goes on. “Despite our setbacks recently. And, well,” she concedes, lips twisting and her eyes flicking to a spot over his shoulder. “the fact that I was a second choice after the death of... The point remains that we would appreciate a bit more support. Instead of being ignored.”
Lyman’s watching her, grin still in place as she finishes. “Alright. We’ll see what we can do.”
Selina stands, smoothing down her skirt and giving him a pointed look. “See that you do.” She’s going for firm, no nonsense. She points back towards his desk as she leaves. “And enjoy the fork. Since it’s so cute.”
She walks back across the street with her head held high. On a scale of one to ten, that’d been a six, she’ll say. She mentally pats herself on the back.
-
“Did the President call, Sue?”
“No.”
“Of course not.”
A pause.
“But the Chief of Staff did.”