To Tell a Tale

by AJ

When Jed left her office, Abbey picked the tape up and stared at it for a good two minutes before she decided to put it in her VCR and watch it. As she heard the questions pour out of the mouths of the very eager press corps, Abbey began to understand Jed's anger, for she was developing a very unhealthy dose of it herself.

How did anyone find out about this?

Did one of her friends talk to a reporter?


How's she supposed to make it up to Jed? He is so pissed off... Could she make it up?

"Jed?" She apprehensively made her way into the Oval Office. When she got no response, she continued her voyage. "Jed, I'm sorry. I have no clue how-"

"Save it, Abbey." Jed barked. "If I didn't tell anyone, then you did. Maybe it wasn't a reporter that you told, but it was a reporter that heard it. And now, thanks to you and your big mouth, I'm going to be in a lot of trouble. So save it for someone who cares."

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I didn't mean-"

"Get out."


"Get out now!"


"Jed, honey. Talk to me, please." Abbey pleaded as she placed a hand on her husband's arm later that evening, in bed.

"It's not enough that you tried to kill me, now you have to ruin me politically?" Jed shot at her.

"Excuse me?" Abbey adopted a tone of pure ice.

"You heard me."

"That was 20 years ago! And you promised to never, ever bring that up again." Abbey said, watching Jed jump out of bed. "Where the hell are you going?"

"I decided I can't sleep with someone I can no longer trust."

"Get back in bed." Abbey ordered, but Jed continued on his path out of the room. "Jed, get back here, we need to talk about this."

"I'm through talking with you." Jed said loudly. "Besides, you'll probably just run and tell the first reporter that you see."


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