West Wing Fanfic
"Blood of Me" Pt. 4
Notes, disclaimers, spoilers, etc.: see Pt. 1

From Pt. 3:
"Josh walked into his office, smiling at the sight in front of him"

Pt. 4

Noah and Donna were perched on a cleared section of Josh's desk, watching the Teletubbies talk about something (God only knows what).

"Daddy!" Noah cried as he spied his father coming into the office.

"Hey, kiddo. What are you watching?" He took the little boy into his arms and sat down next to Donna.

"Teletubbies," his son answered.

"Jerry Falwell should be pleased that we have a video of the Teletubbies in the West Wing," Donna quipped.

"Which one is supposed to be -" Josh stopped talking abruptly as he realized that homosexuality on children's television probably wasn't the best topic he could bring into conversation.

Donna just grinned, knowing what he wanted to ask. "Joshua, how was your meeting?"

"Fine, Donnatella."

"Donnatella?" asked Noah curiously.

Donna shot Josh an annoyed look. "Donnatella is my full name, Noah. Donna is my nickname. Like your father's real name is Joshua."

"But people call him Josh," the boy said slowly. "There's no nickname for Noah."

"No, there isn't," Josh said softly. "You know, that was your grandfather's name."

"I know," Noah sighed. "He's gone though, right?"

"Yes, he's gone." Josh's voice was barely audible.

"Like Mommy?"

Josh just nodded and looked away.

"Josh?" Donna asked gently.

"I'll be right back," he said, standing up and leaving the room.

"Did I do something wrong?" Noah asked worriedly.

"No, sweetie. You didn't do anything wrong."

Josh walked back into his office a few minutes later, hoping his emotions were now firmly in check.

"Donna?" he asked as he saw his assistant organizing his desk. "Did you lose my son?"

"No, Sam's watching him."

"Why'd you pawn him off on Sam?"

"I didn't pawn him off, Josh," she said with a roll of her eyes. "I didn't know how long you would be gone so I took him over to Sam's, and he told your son that he has a Game Boy. Once Noah heard that, I couldn't get him to leave Sam's office. Now, I don't know why Sam has a Game Boy; maybe he bought it when Margaret was in her Teletubbies stage."

"What does Margaret have to do with the Teletubbies? Most of that went right past me."

"What else is new?"

"You have no respect for me, do you?"

"None whatsoever." Donna closed the door. "Josh, are you okay?"

"I'm just a little overwhelmed."

"A little overwhelmed?"

"Okay, very overwhelmed," Josh confessed. "And I'm sure Noah is, too."

Donna smiled and straightened his jacket. "I think you're doing fine."


"Yes, really. Josh, nobody expects this to be easy for you; you had a bombshell dropped on you. Noah is going through a tougher time right now, but that doesn't mean you're not struggling with this, too."

"It was just that when he said how Katie's gone, I got upset. Not because of Katie, but because I'm upset for Noah."

"He's a strong kid, Josh. And he's just like you, which, frankly, scares me."

Josh managed a weak smile, and Donna looked at him concernedly. "I'm okay," he said unconvincingly.

She gently wrapped her arms around him and he buried his head in her neck. "Josh, you know I'm here for you."

"I know that, Donnatella, you're always there for me."


Sam looked up at Ainsley standing in the doorway. "Hey, Ainsley."

"I have your two-page summary, and before you say anything, no, I did not reverse your position."

He grinned. "Thanks."

She paused for a moment. "Sam, are you aware that there is a very cute little boy sitting in front of your desk?"

"Actually, yes, I am. Noah? You want to say 'hi' to Ainsley?"

"Aimsley?" asked Noah.

"Ainsley, with an 'n'," he corrected him gently.

"Hi, Ainsley with an 'n', I'm Noah." The boy looked up from the Game Boy. "Do you work here?"

"Yes, I do. Um, Sam, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure. Noah, don't go anywhere."

"Okay," the child said.

They walked out of Sam's office and closed the door.

"Has the West Wing started a day care program I don't know about?" she inquired.

"No, I'm just babysitting Noah for a few minutes."

"Back up, Sam. Who is Noah?"

"You didn't watch the briefing this morning?"

"I don't have a TV down in the steam trunk pipe distribution venue."

"Okay, well, Noah is Josh's son."

"Josh Lyman? That Josh?"


"But... Josh doesn't have a son."

"Well, that's what he thought. It's kind of a long story, but his ex-girlfriend broke up with him without telling him that she was pregnant. Last week, she was killed in a car crash, and Josh learned about Noah. He's adopted him."

"Oh, my God."

"And, Ainsley, please spare me the Republican speech about family values."

"I wasn't going to give you a speech on family values," she said with annoyance. "I was going to say that I think Noah is lucky to have Josh as a father."

"Oh." Sam looked embarrassed.

"So you're babysitting him?"

"Donna dropped him off a few minutes ago. Josh was just getting a little overwhelmed, so I volunteered to watch him until my meeting, but that's in two minutes, and nobody's answering Josh's phone, so I'm not sure what to do with him."

"He's not a sack of potatoes, Sam."

"Oh, I know that. But I can't leave him with Toby."

"No," she agreed quickly. "I don't think that's an option."

"And Cathy's at lunch, so I can't -"

"I can watch him, Sam."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I have nothing to do outside of my office, so he can hang out with me and take your Game Boy. And don't worry, I won't try and convert him to the Republican Party."

"I actually wasn't going to say that," Sam lied.

"Sure, whatever."

"Thanks, Ainsley. If you need Josh, he should be in his office, and I'll be in the Roosevelt Room."


They reentered the office and Noah looked up at them. "Hi, Ainsley."

"Hi, Noah. Sam has to go somewhere, so I'm going to babysit you, okay?"

"I want my Daddy," the boy protested.

"Your Daddy is busy right now," Sam said, gathering his notes for the meeting. "But Ainsley is really nice."

"And," she added, "I have a jar of jelly beans in my office."

"Jelly beans? I like jelly beans," Noah enthused.

"Well, then it's your lucky day, Noah Lyman. Come with me."

And with that, Ainsley and Noah left the Communications Bullpen and made their way down to her office.

Blood of Me - 5



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