West Wing Fanfic
"Charlie?" President Bartlet's voice resonated through the closed door.
"Yes, Sir?" his young aide asked.
"Charlie, I'd like you to meet the newest member of the Senior Staff," his boss joked. "This is Noah Lyman; he'll be replacing Toby."
"Yes, Sir," Charlie laughed.
"Could you spare a few minutes and take him back to Josh's office so Donna can watch him?"
"Of course, Mr. President."
"Okay, thank you."
"Thanks, Charlie," Josh said, relieved.
"No problem, Josh. Hey, Noah, I'm Charlie. You want to go to your Dad's office?"
"Okay," the little boy said.
Charlie took Noah's hand and they walked back out of the Oval and through the West Wing.
"He's adorable," CJ concluded as the door closed behind Charlie and Noah.
"Which is amazing, considering how much he looks like Josh," Sam teased.
"Mr. President, I cannot thank you enough for your support. I know this could be an awkward situation, but I'm determined for this to work out." Josh's words were tinged with emotion.
"It will work out, Josh," Bartlet affirmed.
"How is he adapting to the changes in his life?" asked Toby quietly.
"Okay; he has nightmares about his Mom, and sometimes he starts crying out of nowhere. But overall, he's getting through it pretty well, considering. I just hope I can be as good a Dad to him as mine was to me."
"You will be," Leo assured him.
Donna looked up from her computer as she heard Charlie say her name.
"Hi, Charlie," she said with a smile.
"Hi, Donna. You have a babysitting assignment."
The blonde woman smiled. "Hi, Noah. You want to hang out?"
"Yeah, thanks, Charlie," Noah echoed.
"No problem. I'll see you around, Noah."
"See you 'round, Charlie."
Donna took the little boy into Josh's office and lifted him into the chair behind the desk. "So, Noah, what do you like to do?"
"I like to watch Pokemon."
"O... kay. I don't think we have any of those videos here." Donna snapped her fingers as an idea came to her. "Margaret has a video of Teletubbies in her desk - I don't know why, but she does. Would you like to watch that?"
"Sure," he shrugged. "Who's Margaret?"
"She works for Leo. You met him, right?"
"Yeah, and CJ and Sam and Toby, and," he paused for effect. "The President."
"Wow, you're a lucky little boy," Donna said with a smile. "You want to come with me to get the Teletubbies video?"
"Okay." He slid down off the chair and took Donna's hand. They walked through the Wing, oblivious to the stares that Noah was garnering. They reached Leo's office as Margaret was finishing up a phone call.
"Hi, Donna. I just got off the phone with the New York Times. Leo made me call them, because they misspelled the 'Osama' in Osama bin Laden. He drives me crazy."
"Like Josh doesn't?"
They laughed for a moment and then Margaret noticed the little boy who was still clutching Donna's hand. "Donna?" she asked quizzically.
"Oh, sorry. Margaret, this is Noah. He's Josh's son."
Margaret just nodded, obviously trying to grasp the situation. "Okay, well, hi, Noah. It's nice to meet you."
"I like your hair," Noah said bashfully. "It's nice."
"Thank you, Noah. What can I do for you two?"
"I need the Teletubbies video," Donna informed her friend. "Don't worry, I didn't tell Josh that you have it."
"Okay." Margaret opened a drawer and pulled out an unmarked videotape. "Here's my guilty pleasure. Return it in one piece."
"No problem. Say goodbye, Noah," Donna urged.
"Goodbye, Noah," the child laughed.
Margaret smiled and waved goodbye as Noah and Donna left the office, walking back to Josh's bullpen.
Josh and Sam walked down the corridors of power (as Josh called them) after Staff.
"I wonder if Donna has driven him crazy yet," Josh posited.
"It's a possibility," Sam laughed.
"You know, what CJ said didn't make any sense. The whole thing about 'competition.'"
"Well, Josh, I don't think you really need to worry about Noah seducing your assistant."
Josh whacked his best friend lightly upside the head and continued walking. "No, I meant competition with me. I don't think Donna's pretty. Well, okay, I do; I mean, she's beautiful, but that doesn't mean my feelings for her go beyond friendship."
"And if I believe that you'll sell me the Brooklyn Bridge and introduce me to the Tooth Fairy."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Josh, c'mon, you're in love with Donna." Sam kept his voice quiet. "It's obvious to everyone, even the President. You should ask her out on a date."
"Excuse me, I am not in love with Donnatella Moss."
"Whatever you say."
"Okay, if this is the way you want to play it, what about your crush on Ainsley?"
"Ainsley?! Ainsley the Republican?"
"No, Sam, Ainsley the basketball player. Of course Ainsley the Republican."
"There is no crush on Ainsley."
"Denial, thy name is Sam Seaborn."
"Talk about the pot calling the kettle black."
"Look, I like Donna, I'll admit that." Josh grinned as they neared his closed office door. "Most of the time I feel like I'm already married to her."
"Ainsley is a good person who is too often misjudged, but -"
"Sam, listen to me. You have had pretty lousy luck with women - Laurie, Lisa, Mallory, even hitting on Jenny McGarry."
"Thanks for the pep talk, Josh."
"No, I mean, you're due for a good relationship. And I think that relationship could be with Ainsley Hayes."
"What about you? Could you have a good relationship with Donna?"
"I could have a great relationship with Donna," Josh admitted.
"Yeah, and maybe she'll even bring you coffee."
"Go away, Sam."
Josh walked into his office, smiling at the sight in front of him.