2: fan fic { the west wing } : "and the oscar goes to..." [cj]
title. and the oscar goes to...
author. nv
fandom. the west wing
characters. cj cregg
rating. g
genre. gen
word count. 370
warnings. none
spoilers. "the women of qumar"
disclaimer. the characters and canon contained herein are the property of aaron sorkin, as well as any associated writers, producers, networks, and parent companies. the following work was written by neur0 vanity. no copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.
She’s losing her composure and right in front of the National Security Advisor, right in front of Nancy, and maybe she figures it’s okay to lose it here, right here, because Nancy’s a woman, and Nancy’s in a position to do something about this. CJ’s just a press secretary. Yeah, she’s the press secretary for the most powerful man in the world, the Commander in Chief, POTUS, the President of the United States, but all she could do is spew some shit to the room of reporters and then get fired by Leo. But Nancy? Nancy’s the National Security Advisor, and she advises the President on national security (go figure), and that often extends to the other areas of the world.
So CJ’s losing her composure right in front of the National Security Advisor, and there are tears in her eyes as she says, “They’re beating the women,” and Nancy walks away. Just walks away. And that’s when CJ remembers she’s standing in front of the door to the press room, and she’s got a briefing to do, so she swallows hard and calms herself.
In that split-second - because she doesn’t have the luxury of waiting any longer, not when she serves at the pleasure of POTUS - she pictures a beach she once saw in a book a long time ago. There was this beach in a magazine ad for a resort or vacation spot or whatever, and it had white sand and perfect blue waters, that kind of light and bright blue that makes little girls think of the rhinestones in gaudy brooches that they love so dearly, and the water near the beach is so clear, a person standing there could see the bottom, see the rocks and little sea life and whatnot. In that split-second, CJ pictures that beach, feels the warm breeze and can imagine the light sweat beading on her forehead, right around her hairline, and she can see the condensation dripping down the side of a bottle of Corona. Corona Light. In that split-second, CJ pictures this, and she takes a deep breath, and she enters that press room with confidence and a smile, her tongue sharpened by the imagined bitter bite of beer.
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author. nv
fandom. the west wing
characters. cj cregg
rating. g
genre. gen
word count. 370
warnings. none
spoilers. "the women of qumar"
disclaimer. the characters and canon contained herein are the property of aaron sorkin, as well as any associated writers, producers, networks, and parent companies. the following work was written by neur0 vanity. no copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.
She’s losing her composure and right in front of the National Security Advisor, right in front of Nancy, and maybe she figures it’s okay to lose it here, right here, because Nancy’s a woman, and Nancy’s in a position to do something about this. CJ’s just a press secretary. Yeah, she’s the press secretary for the most powerful man in the world, the Commander in Chief, POTUS, the President of the United States, but all she could do is spew some shit to the room of reporters and then get fired by Leo. But Nancy? Nancy’s the National Security Advisor, and she advises the President on national security (go figure), and that often extends to the other areas of the world.
So CJ’s losing her composure right in front of the National Security Advisor, and there are tears in her eyes as she says, “They’re beating the women,” and Nancy walks away. Just walks away. And that’s when CJ remembers she’s standing in front of the door to the press room, and she’s got a briefing to do, so she swallows hard and calms herself.
In that split-second - because she doesn’t have the luxury of waiting any longer, not when she serves at the pleasure of POTUS - she pictures a beach she once saw in a book a long time ago. There was this beach in a magazine ad for a resort or vacation spot or whatever, and it had white sand and perfect blue waters, that kind of light and bright blue that makes little girls think of the rhinestones in gaudy brooches that they love so dearly, and the water near the beach is so clear, a person standing there could see the bottom, see the rocks and little sea life and whatnot. In that split-second, CJ pictures that beach, feels the warm breeze and can imagine the light sweat beading on her forehead, right around her hairline, and she can see the condensation dripping down the side of a bottle of Corona. Corona Light. In that split-second, CJ pictures this, and she takes a deep breath, and she enters that press room with confidence and a smile, her tongue sharpened by the imagined bitter bite of beer.
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