The First Daughter's Club
by Paris

Disclaimer: Just for fun. If not for Aaron Sorkin this story would be
possible. Only Asa is mine.

Archive: Wherever you please, just let me know.

Summary: "Sometimes we need support from someone whose been there." Two of
Aaron Sorkin's first daughters relationship.

Spoilers: The American President and West Wing through Bartlet's State of the

Author's Note: I haven't forgot about writing, I've just been really busy,
but I have a few in the works. This is just a short one I put together. I'd
like to dedicate this to Molly because she will like the fact this is not a
shipper and to Mike, because of our favorite movie! Just as always, comments
are grand!

Gina Toscono's ears perked up and she felt for her side arm, as she
and the first daughter Zoey Bartlet were walking through the Georgetown
campus. The conversation behind them was what concerned her. Gina got
overprotected when any stranger recognized Zoey.

"I'm telling you Asa, it's her," the female voice said.

"Well, if you are so sure, why not go up to her," the male voice said.

"I won't!" The female voice said firmly, but the male kept badgering.

Gina casually turned her head in the direction of the couple, and noticed
a young woman with an earpiece walking just behind the couple. Gina crinkled
her face in confusion for a moment and looked at the tall brunette and
realized who the couple behind them were.

The young couple were still arguing. "Maybe you could offer support," the
male's voice suggested.

The female let out a sigh and then said, "All right." The two moved
closer to Gina and Zoey. "Zoey," the female called. "Zoey Bartlet."

Zoey looked behind her and then to Gina for reassurance. Gina nodded.
"Hi," Zoey said and after a moment she recognized the girl of about the same
age. "Lucy!" She said opening her arms.

"See Asa, I told you it was her." Lucy Shepherd shot a look at the young
man next to her. "Zoey, this is my boyfriend Asa Jacobs."

"Hi Asa, nice to meet you," Zoey offered a handshake.

"How are you kid?" Lucy asked.

Zoey rolled her eyes.

"I know! I know!" Lucy said empathetically. "I bet you I had it worse."

"I don't know about that," Zoey sighed thinking about the shooting.

"We so need to talk over coffee," Lucy said with a giggle.

"Let's," Zoey agreed. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Sound's good," Lucy said. "How's the Starbucks at 11:00?"

"Sounds great," Zoey smiled. "I have to make an appearance at the
Residence tomorrow afternoon, though."

"Oh, I am sure we can figure something out," Lucy said.

"I'll see you then," Zoey said as Lucy and Asa continued to walk.

Zoey Bartlet, the youngest of the President's daughters, was grateful
for Lucy Shepherd. She had been the daughter of the White House for eight
years prior to the Bartlets settling in. The press had been kind through
Lucy's adolescent and teenage years. When President Bartlet went into office
he expected the same respect for his three daughters, especially his
youngest, who seemed to be in the spotlight more often. The two had met each
other from time to time at Party events they were brought to by their
fathers. Lucy Shepherd even left a long letter in Zoey's bedroom in the White
House about being the first daughter.

The next morning, Lucy arrived after Zoey. "I haven't kept you long
have I?" She asked.

"No, we just got here," Zoey said of Gina and herself.

"My dad still has me protected," Lucy pointed her head in the direction
of the young blond with an earpiece by the door. "That's Dana. She's been on
my detail since we were in the White House."

"Yeah?" Zoey asked.

"She's great, I mean, where practically sisters, we're that close," Lucy

"I know," the red head said. "It's the same with me and Gina. I couldn't
imagine risking my life like she does."

"What are you getting?" Lucy asked when it was their turn to order.

"I'll have a mochacinno," Zoey said.

"Make that two," Lucy told the cashier and pulled out her wallet to pay.

"How much do I owe you?" Zoey asked as the two sat at a high table.

"It's on me, you can get it next time," Lucy smiled. "So how is
everybody after the shooting? I dealt with a lot while my dad was in office,
but fortunately never a shooting."

"Josh is better. He had some problems around the holidays. He took the
longest to recover both physically and mentally. I mean, it was hard on
everybody," Zoey explained.

"How about you and Charlie?" Lucy asked.

"He took it really hard. Apparently when my dad came home from the
hospital, Charlie offered to resign and break up with me, but Dad talked him
out of both," Zoey said with relief. "My dad really likes Charlie and already
considers him a son, but that's because he's been looking for a surrogate son
for so long, because we're all girls."

"I had it the other way around though," Lucy to Zoey, "I mean, I was the
one urging my dad on to date, while we were in the White House."

"How are your dad and Sydney?"

"I have never seen two people more in love," Lucy mused. "I mean if I
could be half as happy as those two I'd be made."

"Was it hard for you," Zoey was looking for the right words.

"When Dad married Sydney?" Lucy asked.


Lucy thought for a moment. "She made my dad happy. My dad who hadn't
been happy since my mother died when I was eleven. She even made me happy. I
really love Sydney, but there's always something. I sometimes feel like I
don't fit in. I mean, Dad made a life with Sydney. But I can't remember my
dad being happier than when he married Sydney Ellen Wade of the Commonwealth
of Virginia."

Zoey smiled. She recalled attending the wedding with her parents. It had
been an international event with just as much pomp and circumstance as any
Royal Wedding. No President since Grover Cleveland had married in the White
House, and the thought that the American President was marrying a lobbyist
was unthought of by the American people, yet, there was a light that had been
reignited in the eyes of the widower.

"He waited until after reelection," Lucy said. "They waited until after
reelection, because Sydney thought it would be better for him. She was still
doing consulting work, but I can guarantee business stopped before they
entered the residence."

"And then Wilson came," Zoey added.

Lucy smiled. "Then Wilson came two years after my Dad's reelection he and
Sydney had a son. My dad was so stuck on the fact that Woodrow Wilson dated
and married while being a successful President, and Sydney liked that he was
from Virginia, they decided to name the baby after him. I'm just glad my baby
brother wasn't named Woody."

The two laughed.

"I had always wanted little brothers and sisters," she continued. "But
my mom got sick and it never happened. I have never told anyone, but I was
glad that the baby was a boy, because I think I may have felt replaced if Dad
had a daughter with Sydney."

"Sydney's been a mother figure for you, though, right? She's not an evil
step-mother, is she?" Zoey asked.

"Sydney's wonderful. And there have been many a time when I was glad
there was a Sydney Ellen Wade in my life," Lucy told the red head. "My dad
was in heavy duty reelection mode and was dealing with some international
crisis when I first got my period. I was so glad Sydney was only a phone
call away. I don't know what I would have done. She was great about it, and
even took me out for dinner. It was far easier to go prom dress shopping
with her. Imagine going to the mall with your President father to pick out a
prom dress."

Zoey thought for a moment and laughed. "And I thought I had it bad. But I
guess it was harder for you."

"I don't know, Zoey," Lucy said. "You've got enough Charlie problems to
deal with in front of the lens of the camera. Your boyfriend is not only
employed by your President father, but people in this nation which both of
our fathers have prided in leading think its wrong that you are dating a
black man," Lucy took a sip from her cup and continued, "Could the Bartlet
White House see a wedding, too?"

"Oh God!" Zoey began to blush. "I don't know. I mean, sure Charlie and I
care about each other, but my father would die if I was thinking about
marriage before I finish school."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I thought it was bad enough when he would
bring me old textbooks to discuss with him over dinner. It's even worse now,
he seems to be able to pick out what's wrong with the classes I am taking
every semester. Even though I lived the White House experience, government
was never for me. Sure, I have voted since I turned eighteen and I become
proactive when issues concern me, but I don't have a burning desire to follow
my father's footstep," Lucy shared. "I decided to go into medicine to see if
I can find a cure for cancer. I don't want kids to lose their parents."

"I'm pre-law, so I guess I am following my dad's footsteps enough, but he
was an economics major, so-," Zoey hung on her words. "I prefer to think I am
following in Sam Seaborn's footsteps or maybe Josh Lyman's."

"Sam Seaborn and Josh Lyman?" Lucy raised an eyebrow.

"Oh come on, you've seen them in magazine covers. Now grant it, I am
perfectly happy with Charlie, but those two have got something-," Zoey said
revealing her slight crushes on her father's staff members.

"Unfortunately, my dad didn't have a good looking staff," Lucy said with
a sigh.

"What about Lewis Rothchild?" Zoey asked.

"Lewis?" Lucy pointed her nose up in the air in disgust.

The two laughed again. "Seriously, though," Zoey said. "I may find those
two attractive, but I really admire CJ Cregg. She's such a strong woman and
doesn't take any crap from the guys in the West Wing, except for maybe my

"My dad had a woman running the show, too," Lucy smiled. "The country may
have gone backwards if it wasn't for Robin McCall, my dad's press secretary.

I mean there were times when she really got those guys out of the hole. I
admire Robin a lot."

"Yeah," Zoey sighed. "Charlie got a letter from her after the shooting
telling him that there was nothing he should be ashamed of and how proud the
black community is of his hard work for the American government."

"You and Charlie haven't gotten too much press have you?" Lucy asked.

"No," Zoey shook her head. "I am glad for that. It makes me feel a little
more normal. The press doesn't bother you anymore do they?"

Lucy shook her head, "Only on a slow news day. I mean, once and awhile
there will be a picture of Asa and me walking somewhere or something, but not
normally. It was far worse when my dad was in office. I mean, they published
my SATs. Now, grant it, I was really proud, but the entire country didn't
need to know what I got on them."

"No, they don't," Zoey agreed. "So you and Asa?"

"We've been together for awhile," Lucy smiled. "He's really sweet and I
can definitely see myself with him for the long haul, but like you, I think
my dad and Sydney would seriously murder me if I thought about marriage
before I finished school, and that's what I want to do too. I want to finish
school and be there for my little brother. It's sad, I go home on weekends a
lot more than most college sophomores."

"You aren't that far from home, though are you?" Zoey asked.

"No, we stayed in Washington, because Sydney needed to stay for work, and
Dad got a job in the History department at American University," Lucy said.

Zoey haphazardly looked down at her watch. "Wow, look at the time," she
said. "I really need to get to the White House."

"Yeah?" Lucy asked disappointedly.

"Yeah," Zoey sighed. "Duty calls."

"I understand," Lucy smiled empathetically. "I loved growing up in the
White House," she said. "But there was something about leaving it. I mean, I
got my independence back. It's funny isn't it, you dad is the leader of the
free world and you, yourself have no actual freedom."

Zoey nodded. She had never heard it put that way. "Look, next week, what
are you doing?"

"I'll be here same time, same place," Lucy answered knowing what Zoey
meant. "Sometimes we need support from someone who's been there."



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