Whatever Lola lauriestein wants....
Let's see..... how to put all the things I like in West Wing fic into a (fairly) concise list?
Starting with the 'oh hell yes' seems the most positive way.Toby/Andy - I am obsessed with these two and it will never go away. I love when they were happy, I love when they're sad, when they fight about the best way to raise the children. When they ( Read more... )
Starting with the 'oh hell yes' seems the most positive way.Toby/Andy - I am obsessed with these two and it will never go away. I love when they were happy, I love when they're sad, when they fight about the best way to raise the children. When they ( Read more... )
She crossed through the lobby, intent on seeing if she could manage to catch Josh long enough to bother him; the deputy chief of staff made it all too easy sometimes.
The lone figure at a bullpen desk made her pause. She frowned at the blonde hair, knowing that although it could be the right shade for Josh’s assistant, it was certainly not the right length. The name came when she remembered her husband’s offhand remark that he’d hired a blonde Republican who so far had drunkenly danced in her basement office and used Leo’s closet as a bathroom.
Abbey approached quietly, despite no one else being around. “Well, you aren’t Donna.”
The younger woman didn’t look up from her computer screen, frowning as she continued to type. “No, I’m not. She does like to say that we have a resemblance to one another, although I don’t really see it. And I for one am not going to be the one who dyes my hair despite her recommendation.”
Abbey raised an eyebrow. “Does she now?”
“Yes, she does. Though I’m not sure what that really has to do with anything of importance. Did you actually need me for something?” With the question asked, the woman finally looked up from her work. “Oh God.”
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The woman’s blue eyes widened considerably and she clumsily stood, not making much of a difference in her height. She swallowed and said, “I am so sorry, Dr. Bartlet. I didn’t realize it was you.”
Smiling, Abbey laughed, enjoying herself. “I can see that. You must be Ainsley Hayes?”
The newest White House Council lawyer nodded stiffly. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“My husband’s told me about you.”
The blonde uttered another “Oh God”.
Abbey frowned. She hadn’t meant to frighten the younger woman enough to cause her to stiff up in silence. The poor thing looked as if she was about to faint. She tried to joke and said, “I was hoping to receive a welcome like his with some dancing or some other entertaining bit.”
Warily, Ainsley replied. “I’m sorry to disappoint.”
An uncomfortable silence settled between the two of them. The First Lady sighed softly and asked, “Do you like it here, Ainsley?”
The woman finally relaxed, shoulders slumping from their previously tense position. “Yes, Dr. Bartlet. Very much.”
“Good. That’s what counts. My husband said you would be useful. A good asset to have. I’m pleased to see that he hasn’t been wrong,” she inclined her head. “I’ll let you get back to work, then.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Ainsley said, before flinging up a hand at the First Lady’s retreating form. “Did you need Donna for something? She’s only letting me use her desk because it’s so hot down in the basement. She really is nice like that and I’m sure that I could find her for you.”
Abbey smiled wide. “Oh no. It wasn’t anything important.”
She walked away, setting a course for the Residence, pausing to look back once. The Republican slowly sat back down in her seat, a faraway look etched on her face, long hair sliding over one shoulder. Her husband had made a good choice in that one.
Plus, she’d also called her “Dr. Bartlet” instead of “Mrs. Bartlet”. Smart girl.
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I'm glad you like. I'd always wanted to see this happen on the show.
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