A Forbidden Kiss
Disclaimer: These characters are the
property of NBC, Aaron Sorkin, or whoever. I'm not writing this for profit in
any way, shape, or form, but because I have a lot of spare time on my hands.
Author's Notes- This switches back and forth from Sam and Donna's PoV's and
it is kind of a Sam/Donna fic, but there's also a hint of Josh and Donna. You'll
have to read it to see what I mean, but all Josh/Donna shippers be assured, I'm
not messing with them. Well, at least not yet. Anyway, that's all, so enjoy.
Couples: Sam/Donna, a little bit Josh/Donna
Spoilers: Somebody's Going
to Emergency, Somebody's Going to Jail.
"You guys, I'm
going to tell C.J where we're going and then wait around for Sam." I told Josh
and Toby as we left the Communications bullpen.
Josh stopped and looked at me in surprise. "Are you sure?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I just don't think he should be alone."
I didn't add that I also wanted to talk to him about what
happened earlier. For some reason, I didn't really want to tell Josh about that.
It was a private moment between Sam and I, and it wasn't any of Josh's business.
Josh just grinned, completely oblivious to the motive behind my
"Ah. You've gone from baby-sitting me to baby-sitting Sam, huh?"
"Yeah," I told him lightly, "he doesn't grouch as
Not that Josh's grouching really bothered me any more, it had grown on
me. Mainly because it was an
integral part of his character, he wouldn't be Josh if he didn't grouch.
"Yeah, but we both know you find my grouching endearing." Josh
said smugly. I rolled my eyes.
"Of course, Joshua." I said in a dead-pan voice.
He pretended to look hurt and was about to say something else, when Toby
him. "Can we just go?" He interupted. "You and Donna can banter more later,
because I for one would like to get out of this place."
Josh pouted, but allowed Toby to drag him away after making me promise
not to be too long.
I smiled as I watched them go and then I headed towards C.J's office.
I'd heard about her day, I knew she'd really need the drink.
* * * * *
The phone call with my father didn't last long, things were still too
between us to lead to a long conversation. I knew that would have to happen
eventually, but at that moment I wasn't ready.
As I exited the building, I saw Donna waiting for me.
"Hey." I said in surprise.
"Hey." She greeted. "I thought I'd stick around so you
didn't have to walk there alone."
I smiled at the example of how great a person Donna is, she's always doing
things for others. Even what happened earlier today was only because she wanted
to help a friend.
"Thanks." I said quietly as we began walking towards the exit.
"Sam," she began after a long moment of silence, "I
really am sorry about what happened earlier."
"It's okay." I told her quietly. "Donna, it
wasn't you I was angry at, I realise that you only said what you did because you
wanted to help Stefanie. I was just upset over a lot of things and I took it out
on you, and I shouldn't have."
"It's okay." She told me softly, reaching
out and squeezing my hand. "I understand and I want you to know that I'm here
"Thanks." I said quietly, giving her hand another squeeze
letting it go.
We walked in silence for a few minutes and then suddenly Donna stopped.
"Donna, what's wrong?" I asked turning slightly so that I
was right in front of her and looking her directly in the face.
Donna smiled. "Nothing. I was just admiring the sky. It is pretty,
isn't it?" It
"Yeah." I agreed softly. "It is."
Suddenly, my eyes stopped looking at the sky and instead started looking
directly into Donna's.
Before I understood what was happening, I had my arm wrapped around her and our
lips had met.
I was kissing Donna.
* * * * *
I don't even know what happened, one moment we were looking at the sky
and the next... We were kissing.
It was a nice kiss and for a moment it was like no one on Earth existed
except Sam and I.
Even when we broke the kiss, we stood there for a long
moment, with his arm still around my waist, still looking into each other's
I don't think either of us wanted the moment to end, but of course it
did and the spell was broken. We pulled away quickly and then looked into each
other's eyes again.
There were so much I wanted to say to him, but I
couldn't get it out. I didn't know what to say, how to react.
But I did know that as much as I liked the kiss, it couldn't happen
again and we both knew
it. There was just too much keeping us apart, or more accurately, one thing. One
very important thing.
* * * * *
When I looked into Donna's eyes again, I
saw that she too realised why the kiss was wrong and why it could never happen again.
Donna loved him and he loved her, though he was too dense
to realise it yet. I had watched them for the last three years and I knew what
they had was the real thing and I didn't want to come between that.
Not that I could have if I wanted to, because Donna's heart belongs to
nothing would change that. And even if it did... Nothing could happen, because
we'd end up hurting Josh and neither of us would ever do that.
So even though it was only just a kiss, it was best for everyone if we
pretended that it
"Donna." I began quietly, breaking the silence.
* * * **
"Sam, I understand." I told him softly, knowing exactly what
he wanted to
say. "We just have to forget this ever happened."
It was definitely for the best, after all otherwise things could get
awkward. But at the same time, I felt
a pang of regret. It would have been nice to see if anything could happen, but
at the same time I knew that was impossible.
Because of Josh. I love him and I know that if anything happened between
Sam and I, it would hurt him. And I
never want to do that, so there's only one thing I can do. Pretend that the kiss
"Yeah." Sam agreed. "Are you okay with that?"
"I have to be." I told him. "It's for the best."
"Yeah." He said again as we continued to walk.
We walked in silence, neither of us sure what to say.
"Donna?" He said as we reached the bar.
"It was a nice kiss."
I smiled and walked into the bar where Josh and the others were
waiting for us. We shared one last look and then joined the others and proceeded
to begin forgetting about what had happened.
Or at least we began to try.