***West Wing is the property of Aaron Sorkin, et al. Not me, please don't
***Comments welcome, please no flames, Thank You.***
***In this story, I am bringing the time women were allowed to enter into
combat situations about five years back. <<Denotes flashback>>***
Samantha sat in the dark, staring at a bottle of scotch. Terrible memories
were flooding her. A knock sounded on her door. She made her way to answer
it; who was there astounded her.
"What do you want, Leo?"
"To come in?"
She stepped back, allowing him to enter. He quickly took in the bottle of
scotch, the depressing music on the stereo, and the darkness of the room. She
flopped back down on the couch, "I'm offering my letter of resignation to
you, if you want it, or the President requests it." Leo was worried. There
was no life in her tone, almost as though she just couldn't force herself to
care. He switched on a lamp and looked around the apartment. CJ was pictured
often, as was an attractive young man in a flight suit. There were several
recent pictures of her and Jed, her and Josh, and her and........him? He
stepped forward to look closely at the picture and realized that it had been
taken at the state dinner, about a week ago. The were both in formal dress
and she had said something funny, because he was laughing as the camera took
the picture. There were two flight helmets sitting on a bookshelf, one with
'Charger' emblazoned across it, the other with 'Joker' . He turned and saw a
framed burial flag, and a case of medals.
"I'm not that mad," he said quietly.
"Take this away from me please?"
"Just pour it out!" The pleading in her tone went straight to his heart. He
picked up the bottle and the glass and poured them both out.
"CJ saved my life, you know," she said softly.
<< "Sammy! You can't do this to yourself! Chris wouldn't want you to do this
to yourself! Put the glass down! Stop drinking!>>
"What do you mean?"