West Wing Fanfic
"Blood of Me" Pt. 1
Pairing: Josh/Donna, Sam/Ainsley
Rating: starts off G; eventually PG-13 in the later parts
Summary: Intentionally left blank
Spoilers: Takes place roughly between "The Leadership Breakfast" and "The Stackhouse Filibuster"
Disclaimer: These characters belong to someone else; I'm just borrowing them. Please, please don't sue me
Note: I usually do strictly shipper stuff, but my mind took some strange turns while I was writing yesterday, and I came up with this premise. Of course, with the way my imagination works, this will get into the shipper realm soon enough. The title is taken from a beautiful song by Heather Nova and it refers to the connection between two relatives

It seemed like any other Monday as Donna walked into Josh's bullpen, striding purposefully across the floor. She had a mission: clean up her boss' desk before he got to work so he could hopefully accomplish something today. Opening the door to his office, she was shocked to find him already at his desk, looking over a position paper Sam had written.


"Donna, please, quiet," he implored with a soft voice.

"Why? Did you do something to your sensitive system?"

"No. Donna, close the door and look behind you."

Genuinely confused, she slowly turned around and tried to keep herself from screaming. On the couch, under a blanket and snuggling with a stuffed duck, was a little boy, no more than five.

"Josh -"

"Donna, I can explain." He was up and around his desk before she could say anything else.

"You better explain, Joshua."

"Okay, here's the thing, Donna, I need you to keep relatively sane when I explain this, mainly so you won't wake Noah."

"Who's Noah?"

Josh pointed at the sleeping child. "Noah is... well... mine."

"Josh! You had a child in the last few years, and, what, you forgot to tell me?!"

"No, it's not quite like that."

"Well, what is it?" Josh was thanking whatever God existed that Donna was keeping her voice down so not to wake Noah.

"I had a girlfriend, Kate. At one point I told her I didn't want kids. When she found out she was pregnant she broke up with me, but I didn't know why. She named Noah for my father and never called me again. I had no clue about any of this."

"So what happened?"

"She was killed last week - car accident."

"Oh, my God!" Donna walked forward and hugged Josh. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay; we hadn't spoken in more than five years."

"So how'd you -"

"End up with Noah?" She nodded. "Her parents called me this weekend, and I went to visit them in Baltimore. We talked, and I sort of agreed to adopt him."

"Sort of?" She stepped back and narrowed her eyes.

"Okay, I've adopted him. He is my son."

"Oh Josh... that's so sweet. But, you're going to raise him by yourself? You don't get along very well with kids."

"Yeah, but this'll be my kid." He had an enthusiastic gleam in his eyes, and Donna couldn't fight her smile.

"How do you plan to juggle a child and a fourteen-hour day at the White House?"

"Well, I haven't figured that part out yet," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

She sighed and shook her head. "You have Staff in ten minutes. What are you going to do with Noah?"

He looked at her expectantly.

"Oh no!" she cried, waking the little boy. "Josh, 'babysitting' is not in my job description."

"You babysit me," he teased. "This has got to be easier - by default."

"No." There was no room for argument. "Look, I have to get you prepped for all your meetings, I have to call half a dozen people, and -"

"Daddy?" The two adults stopped bantering and turned to face the little boy who was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Hey, you." Josh sat on the couch and took the boy into his lap. "You sleep okay?"

Noah nodded and buried his head in Josh's chest. The child looked at Donna and gave her a grin. The Lyman charm and dimples worked and she grinned back. He looked just like his father. "Hi, Noah."

"Hi." He waved at her. "Who are you?"

"I'm Donna. I'm a friend of your... Daddy."


"Donna's nice. She's crazy, but nice." Josh smiled as she rolled her eyes at his remarks. "I have to go somewhere, but Donna's going to watch you. Aren't you?"

"Why did I take this job?" she moaned.

"No!" shrieked the boy. "I want to stay with you today. I hate being alone."

"You won't be alone," Josh said softly. "You'll be with Donna."

"Josh, take him to Staff," Donna urged.

"Are you crazy?" he asked with wide eyes.

"Well, it's not like you can keep this a secret, you know. Plus you're late for the meeting, and he doesn't want to stay with me."

"Donna -"

"Joshua!" She crossed her arms over her chest and then smiled. "Hey, Noah, you want to meet the President?"

"Really?" The boy's eyes looked like saucers. "The President?"

"Now you've done it," Josh grumbled. "Okay, but you have to be really good. You're going to meet some important people and you have to be quiet."

"Okay," he said with an impish grin. Josh smoothed the boy's brown hair. "I promise," he wheedled, placing his five-year-old hand over his heart. "But I really wanna meet the President, Daddy."

"Well, if you promise to be good."

"He already did, Josh. Now you're late, so get to Staff."

Blood of Me - 2




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