Blonde Over Blue

Title: Blonde Over Blue (1/1)

Author: Mary

Email: Msant56428@aol.com

Feedback: Always appreciated...

Disclaimer: If I owned it I wouldn't be writing fan fiction...The song is Billy Joel's...

Rating: PG-13

Category: The West Wing - Read and find out

Summary: Some of the men of the West Wing think about the newest addition to the staff

Author's Note: This is my first Ainsley fic so be kind...

Some days when I'm far away
In a lonely room in a cold seclusion
Some nights when I'm wound so tight
There is no release, there is no solution
In hell there's a big hotel
Where the bar just closed and the windows never opened
No phone so you can't call home
And the TV works, but the clicker is broken
But in the darkness I see your light turned on
You know my weakness, you know how I respond to

I wanted to hate her so bad. She humiliated me on national TV. In that arena I was the champ, undefeated, but now... So I wanted to hate her, but I can't. I'm not even sure I could describe coherently why I can't hate her. She's just so nice and perky and full of idealism. She sucked up her misgivings about working in a Democratic White House. I keep reminding myself that she is a Republican, the enemy, but the minute I see her face my mind goes blank. I want to help her, encourage her, protect her. But I don't want anyone to know I am thinking or feeling this way. Josh would never let me hear the end of it.

Blonde over blue
Your hands are cold, your eyes are fire
Blonde over blue
They shine as though you're burning inside
One word from you is all I need to be inspired
Blonde over blue
I need your inspiration tonight

These days there's a million ways
To be pulled and torn, to be misdirected
These times there are sins and crimes
On the morning shows for the disconnected
I look and I write my book
And I walk away with the wrong impressions
I don't care 'cause I've done my share
And I need some time for my own obsessions
It doesn't matter, I've let that life go by
It's been forgotten 'cause all I wanted was you

I haven't quite been the same since the shooting. I guess almost dying does that to a guy. I don't think anyone has noticed much. I try to keep it on the inside. I look at her and remember what I was like before I let the political process jade me. All that hope and idealism. I think if Leo had hired her before the shooting I would have just blown her off. I would have been polite, but I would have always looked at her as a Republican, the enemy. Now I find myself looking at people beyond their titles and superficial qualities. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going soft or anything, but certain people will get the benefit of the doubt. I would like to give her the benefit of the doubt.

These days not a damn soul prays
And there is no faith 'cause there's nothing to believe in
These days only good luck pays
If we don't get paid then we try to get even
I look and I write my book
And I have my say and I draw conclusions
Some nights when I'm wound so tight
There is no release, there is no solution
But in the darkness I see your light turned on
You know my weakness, you know how I respond to

She's good. Really good. And sneaky. I like sneaky. When you first see her and listen to her talk you might try to blow her off as some blond airhead, but you would be wrong. I think it is all an act. She uses those misconceptions about herself to get in the door and then once she is there you are blown away by her intellect. My Deputy of Communications is rather arrogant at times and while I was watching him debate this girl I couldn't help but laugh. I know the minute he saw her he had assumed she was a light weight who was way out his league. She is in a league of her own. I shouldn't like her. She is a Republican, the enemy. She stands for everything I stand against. Maybe I still don't like her, but I respect her and anyone will tell you I respect very few people.

The End

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