Birthday gift for Noelia: Transition (GK/TWW)
Noelia is getting older today, so. I wrote her something.
Happy birthday! ♥
Transition
533 words
crossover: Generation Kill and The West Wing
starring: Nate Fick, Josh Lyman, Sam Seaborn
“Senator Fick.” Josh Lyman caught him at the bar.
“Josh, we went through this at least a dozen times.”
“Exaggerating as a true politician, sir,” Josh smiled and raised his glass. “It couldn’t have been more than five.”
Nate shrugged.
“If you say so. So, what brings you to this part of the room?”
“Free booze, obviously.”
“Obviously,” Nate nodded. “And here I thought it was my charming personality and wit.”
“I wish, sir, but I’m still mortified by your husband.”
“Brad would be delighted to hear that.”
“I bet.”
They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, looking around the room.
“You’re doing good, Josh,” Nate offered.
Josh nodded.
“Thanks. We try.”
“You have a great team so far. Senate is stronger than I can remember. Don’t fuck this up and it will be fine.”
Josh looked at him as if he was crazy.
“It won’t be fine. Something is bound to happen.” He shrugged. “I’m kind of used to it at this point.”
“You’re addicted to it,” Nate corrected with a smile.
“Guilty as charged.”
Nate swallowed another chocolate cookie.
“Are we going to continue this or are you going to get to the point?” he asked. “I don’t mind either way. I’m just saying, you probably have more important things to do than babysitting a senator who is already mostly on your side.”
“Mostly?” Josh asked, his eyes wide open. “You wound me, sir.”
“Don’t tell me you forgot our… discussion from last month. I’d hate to be that easy to forget.”
“You won,” Josh pointed out. “I tend to forget when other people win.”
“Smart, especially in your case,” Nate said with a grin. “In your line of work, that is.”
“Okaaay, that’s it,” Josh announced. “No more small talk.”
Nate put his glass down.
“I’m listening.”
“Not me. The President would like five minutes of your time, if you please,” Josh said, already leading him out of the room.
“If I please?” Nate asked, raising his brows. “It’s worse than I thought. Is it about that last meeting of the committee? I already told…”
“It’s not that.”
Cathy welcomed them with a smile.
“The President is waiting for you.”
Nate wasn’t in the Oval Office for the first time, but it didn’t really matter. It was still the Oval Office.
Seeing Sam Seaborn there, though. That added a new level to the whole experience.
“Mister President,” he said with a nod and a smile.
“Oh god, I will never get used to it. You’ve known me for years. You’ve seen me drunk. Don’t call me sir.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, sir.”
Sam narrowed his eyes.
“You’re laughing at me. I know that. I can see it.” He turned to Josh. “Maybe I should change my mind.”
“No, you shouldn’t. Sir.” Josh grinned.
“I hate you both.”
“That would make the next couple of minutes and beyond kind of…”
“Masochistic?”
“Yes.” Josh agreed. “That, too.”
Nate observed them with amusement. They seemed to forget he was there, so he looked down at the seal on the carpet.
“Nate?”
He raised his head and saw Sam, the President, smile at him.
“I have a proposition for you.”
___________
the end
Happy birthday! ♥
Transition
533 words
crossover: Generation Kill and The West Wing
starring: Nate Fick, Josh Lyman, Sam Seaborn
“Senator Fick.” Josh Lyman caught him at the bar.
“Josh, we went through this at least a dozen times.”
“Exaggerating as a true politician, sir,” Josh smiled and raised his glass. “It couldn’t have been more than five.”
Nate shrugged.
“If you say so. So, what brings you to this part of the room?”
“Free booze, obviously.”
“Obviously,” Nate nodded. “And here I thought it was my charming personality and wit.”
“I wish, sir, but I’m still mortified by your husband.”
“Brad would be delighted to hear that.”
“I bet.”
They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, looking around the room.
“You’re doing good, Josh,” Nate offered.
Josh nodded.
“Thanks. We try.”
“You have a great team so far. Senate is stronger than I can remember. Don’t fuck this up and it will be fine.”
Josh looked at him as if he was crazy.
“It won’t be fine. Something is bound to happen.” He shrugged. “I’m kind of used to it at this point.”
“You’re addicted to it,” Nate corrected with a smile.
“Guilty as charged.”
Nate swallowed another chocolate cookie.
“Are we going to continue this or are you going to get to the point?” he asked. “I don’t mind either way. I’m just saying, you probably have more important things to do than babysitting a senator who is already mostly on your side.”
“Mostly?” Josh asked, his eyes wide open. “You wound me, sir.”
“Don’t tell me you forgot our… discussion from last month. I’d hate to be that easy to forget.”
“You won,” Josh pointed out. “I tend to forget when other people win.”
“Smart, especially in your case,” Nate said with a grin. “In your line of work, that is.”
“Okaaay, that’s it,” Josh announced. “No more small talk.”
Nate put his glass down.
“I’m listening.”
“Not me. The President would like five minutes of your time, if you please,” Josh said, already leading him out of the room.
“If I please?” Nate asked, raising his brows. “It’s worse than I thought. Is it about that last meeting of the committee? I already told…”
“It’s not that.”
Cathy welcomed them with a smile.
“The President is waiting for you.”
Nate wasn’t in the Oval Office for the first time, but it didn’t really matter. It was still the Oval Office.
Seeing Sam Seaborn there, though. That added a new level to the whole experience.
“Mister President,” he said with a nod and a smile.
“Oh god, I will never get used to it. You’ve known me for years. You’ve seen me drunk. Don’t call me sir.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, sir.”
Sam narrowed his eyes.
“You’re laughing at me. I know that. I can see it.” He turned to Josh. “Maybe I should change my mind.”
“No, you shouldn’t. Sir.” Josh grinned.
“I hate you both.”
“That would make the next couple of minutes and beyond kind of…”
“Masochistic?”
“Yes.” Josh agreed. “That, too.”
Nate observed them with amusement. They seemed to forget he was there, so he looked down at the seal on the carpet.
“Nate?”
He raised his head and saw Sam, the President, smile at him.
“I have a proposition for you.”
___________
the end