West Wing Fanfic
From Pt. 4:
"Sam?" Josh looked into the empty office of the Deputy Communications Director. "Hey, Sam?"
"He's in a meeting in the Roosevelt Room," Ginger informed him.
"Okay, so where's Noah?"
"I don't know."
"Well, Sam had better know."
"Josh, I'm sure Noah's fine."
"I'm going to kill Sam. Where did he take my son?"
Josh walked over to the Roosevelt Room and knocked sharply on the glass door. He gestured for Sam, and his friend excused himself from the meeting.
"Thanks for rescuing me, Josh," Sam said with relief. "I hate those aides; they're so smug."
"Yeah, great, Sam, but I had another reason for coming here."
"Which would be?"
"You seem to have misplaced my son."
"Oh, no, he's with Ainsley."
"What's he doing with Ainsley?"
"She agreed to watch him while I went to this meeting. I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you."
"That's okay. Is she in her office?"
"Yeah. Does this mean I have to go back into the meeting?"
"Yes, it does."
Donna hung up the phone, dejected. Another date canceled. This time, the guy didn't even put any creativity into his excuse. 'I have a dentist's appointment,' he said. On nine o'clock on a Thursday night? Josh was right. She dated a revolving door of local Gomers.
"You were right, after all, Josh," she told her boss as he walked quickly by her into his office. "I have no taste in men."
Expecting a smart-alecky remark, she was greeted instead with silence.
"Josh?" She followed him into his office. "What's up?"
"I can't find Noah."
"I thought Sam said he was with Ainsley."
"Yeah, but I can't find Ainsley, so..." he sighed. "They have to be around here somewhere, right?"
"Did you check the Mess? It's possible they went for lunch."
"No, good idea. Hey, come with me."
"Okay." They walked quickly down the stairs.
"So what were you saying before?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, just that you were right - I have no taste in men."
"What happened now?"
"Kevin - the guy I told you about, the architectural student - he canceled with a really lame excuse."
"You deserve better than that, Donna," Josh told her sincerely.
She blushed. "Thanks, Josh, but I don't know where the better guys are, and, if I did, I doubt I'd even have time to build a relationship. I'm dateless yet another night."
"So have dinner with Noah and me at my place tonight. I could always use the babysitting help, anyways."
"You sure? I wouldn't be intruding on whatever father-son bonding activities you have planned?"
"He was going to watch his first Mets, game, but I think we can do that with you there. So, what do you say?"
"Sure, I'd love to."
"Okay, then, it's a date. I mean - well, you know what, just disregard my choice of words. It's a plan. Unless you want it to be a date."
"Josh, you know, you're not making a whole lot of sense."
"I mean, do you want to make it like a real date?"
"You want to join the revolving door of local Gomers?" she asked, astonished.
"I want the door to stop turning when it gets to me," he said softly. "I want to be the ultimate Gomer."
"The ultimate Gomer? You know, you used the word Gomer as an insult, so I'm not sure you want to use it now to refer to yourself. Besides, I'm not sure it's a good idea? Forget the fact that you're my boss, we work in the White House, and you're twelve years older than me -"
"Eleven years and eight months."
"Whatever, Josh. I just don't think it's a good idea."
"But Joey Lucas said you liked me!" he exclaimed louder than he wanted to.
Donna glared at him. "Joshua! Look, right now, with everything else that's going on in your life with your son, the last thing you need is a girlfriend."
"I can multitask, Donna. Besides, it's not like we just met. I told Sam that sometimes it feels like we're already married."
She smiled. "Okay, let's just talk about it later."
"There's Ainsley," Josh said. "Ainsley!" he cried.
"Oh, hello, Josh, Donna," Ainsley said as she walked over to them. "Josh, congratulations."
"Thanks, Ainsley. Um, by the way, where's my son? Sam said you were watching him."
"Oh, well, I was, but Leo took him."
"What do you mean Leo took him?"
"Leo came over and asked Noah if he wanted to stay with him for awhile because, for some reason, his assistant has an impressive collection of children's videos. Noah liked the idea, and I wasn't about to fight with Leo McGarry for the right to babysit your son, so I figured -"
"Got it," Josh interrupted. "So, he's with Leo?"
"Yes, he's with Mr. McGarry. Josh, Noah wanted me to join you for dinner and a ballgame tonight. What's that about?"
"Oh, just pizza and a Mets game on TV. You're welcome to come." He paused. "Um, Sam's coming."
Ainsley smiled. "Okay, I'll be there."
Josh and Donna said their goodbyes and walked out of the Mess.
"Is Sam coming?"
"Well, he has to now."
"Are you playing matchmaker? Didn't you see Clueless - this could backfire horribly."
"I never say Clueless, Donna. Besides I'm not matchmaking. I'm just getting two people who like each other into a relatively enclosed apartment so that they'll be forced to socialize."
"Right, and that's not matchmaking."
"Hey, I can't help the fact that Noah asked Ainsley to join us."
"Are you sure that you didn't ask Noah to ask Ainsley?"
"Donna! What kind of man do you think I am?"
"Very funny. Actually, I had nothing to do with this. I didn't even think Noah would meet Ainsley today."
"Okay, so your son is a matchmaker."
"Perhaps. Hey, Donna, did I screw things up really badly?"
"How?" she asked as they neared Leo's office.
"By asking you out on a... date."
"Josh, Joey was right. I do like you," she admitted. "I just don't think the timing is right."
"So does that mean that there's a chance at some point?" he asked hopefully.
"I think it's a possibility. Just not right now."