NEW: Wishful Thinking (2007 28/?)
Fandom:
The West Wing AU (sequel to 2006)
Pairing:
C.J./Danny
Rating:
PG-13
Distribution:
How much do I owe you for hauling it off?
Spoilers:
through Full Disclosure, from which the previous series sprang
Email:
exfilia at livejournal dot com
Disclaimer:
if I owned them, they'd have a lot more fun
Wishful Thinking
2007 Part Twenty-eight
by Exfilia
"Monsieur le Gouveneur! Monsieur le Gouveneur!"
Hank Blanchard, sitting in a rocker on his verandah, looked up from an economic assessment replete with wishful thinking to see two small dark children dodging his bodyguards. With a final manuver worthy of a Hollywood action film, they swerved and pelted up the stairs. The little girl wrapped herself around his knees, but her brother dodged behind him and kept Hank between him and the bodyguards.
"It's all right," Hank said. He hadn't been getting anywhere with the report, anyway. "Qu'est-que c'est, cherie?" He asked the little girl, but it was the boy who answered.
"It is Sifal, Monsieur," he said in French. "He has taken a bleeding man to your lady to help him, and he has a gun. Sifal says if she cannot help this man, he will shoot her! Please, monsieur, you must help her!"
C.J. cried for a few minutes, then heard stealthy footsteps and felt Danny lie down beside her. She clutched her pillow to her, willing him to go away. Instead he brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck.
"It was the wrong time to talk to you about that," he said. "I'm sorry."
"When were you going to tell me? When I noticed that the nursery was empty?"
His hands sought out the knots in her neck and shoulders and began to rub.
"I shouldn't have told you at three in the morning when you were already upset."
"Then you were planning to keep quiet for the next eight years?"
"C.J., when you took this job, you did it knowing you'd have me to depend on. You knew I'd take care of you, and take care of the girls, right? Isn't that right?"
"I thought so."
"That's what I'm doing. They'll have so much better a life without the press dogging them day in and day out. They'll have grass to play on and ponies to ride and a swimming hole...."
"A swimming hole?"
"Wide place in the river with strategically placed rocks."
"They'll slip and fall and brain themselves."
"You know I won't let that happen."
"I know. I know you can't do this, either."
"C.J....."
"Katie's doctors are in Washington. The nannies are all from Washington, and they're not going to move, not permanently. You can't uproot the whole establishment overnight."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Don't fool with me, C.J.; you know what I mean."
"And it would be supremely bad politics. Bostitch would have a field day, which means you wouldn't escape the press at all. They'd follow you and there'd be a photographer behind every bush."
"You're right."
"So what else is new?"
"We've got to do something, though. We can't have their welfare compromised for a photo op."
"I'll take care of it," she said.
"I know you will." He kissed her neck again. She wriggled aroung to face him and kiss him back.
"C.J.? You wanna go back in the other room, where the electric blanket works?"
"We can make our own heat," she said.
The End
The West Wing AU (sequel to 2006)
Pairing:
C.J./Danny
Rating:
PG-13
Distribution:
How much do I owe you for hauling it off?
Spoilers:
through Full Disclosure, from which the previous series sprang
Email:
exfilia at livejournal dot com
Disclaimer:
if I owned them, they'd have a lot more fun
Wishful Thinking
2007 Part Twenty-eight
by Exfilia
"Monsieur le Gouveneur! Monsieur le Gouveneur!"
Hank Blanchard, sitting in a rocker on his verandah, looked up from an economic assessment replete with wishful thinking to see two small dark children dodging his bodyguards. With a final manuver worthy of a Hollywood action film, they swerved and pelted up the stairs. The little girl wrapped herself around his knees, but her brother dodged behind him and kept Hank between him and the bodyguards.
"It's all right," Hank said. He hadn't been getting anywhere with the report, anyway. "Qu'est-que c'est, cherie?" He asked the little girl, but it was the boy who answered.
"It is Sifal, Monsieur," he said in French. "He has taken a bleeding man to your lady to help him, and he has a gun. Sifal says if she cannot help this man, he will shoot her! Please, monsieur, you must help her!"
C.J. cried for a few minutes, then heard stealthy footsteps and felt Danny lie down beside her. She clutched her pillow to her, willing him to go away. Instead he brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck.
"It was the wrong time to talk to you about that," he said. "I'm sorry."
"When were you going to tell me? When I noticed that the nursery was empty?"
His hands sought out the knots in her neck and shoulders and began to rub.
"I shouldn't have told you at three in the morning when you were already upset."
"Then you were planning to keep quiet for the next eight years?"
"C.J., when you took this job, you did it knowing you'd have me to depend on. You knew I'd take care of you, and take care of the girls, right? Isn't that right?"
"I thought so."
"That's what I'm doing. They'll have so much better a life without the press dogging them day in and day out. They'll have grass to play on and ponies to ride and a swimming hole...."
"A swimming hole?"
"Wide place in the river with strategically placed rocks."
"They'll slip and fall and brain themselves."
"You know I won't let that happen."
"I know. I know you can't do this, either."
"C.J....."
"Katie's doctors are in Washington. The nannies are all from Washington, and they're not going to move, not permanently. You can't uproot the whole establishment overnight."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Don't fool with me, C.J.; you know what I mean."
"And it would be supremely bad politics. Bostitch would have a field day, which means you wouldn't escape the press at all. They'd follow you and there'd be a photographer behind every bush."
"You're right."
"So what else is new?"
"We've got to do something, though. We can't have their welfare compromised for a photo op."
"I'll take care of it," she said.
"I know you will." He kissed her neck again. She wriggled aroung to face him and kiss him back.
"C.J.? You wanna go back in the other room, where the electric blanket works?"
"We can make our own heat," she said.
The End