Author: Rogue (Malia Kitechiru)

Title: FMAFWACF part 2

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: not mine, the all powerful (and currently in police custody) Aaron Sorkin

Archive: Sure, just tell me!

Summary: Part 2! Josh sits in the meeting and snaps when Donna's mentioned.


Part 2


"I still can't believe we have to do this," I said to Sam in greetings as I marched towards the entrance to the blue room.

"I know, but hey I actually did some reading and I found—


"You're a dork, Sam, just so you know."

"And you're a sarcastic pain in the ass."

"Well, as long as we're clear."

"Yeah," Sam nodded and we opened the doors to the blue room together.

"Hello everyone," I said in greeting. There was a long table positioned in the blue room and two men and four women sat at it. "I'm Joshua Lyman, Deputy Chief of Staff at the White House and I'll be your host for this afternoon." Sam smiled to himself and covered a laugh wit his file. My voice was mocking that of a corny game show host. "And to my right is my assistant, Deputy Communications Director Sam Seaborn."

"Hey," Sam said with a wave of his hand. "Please, let's all sit down and you can start."

Sam and I slid into seats at the opposite end of the table and one of the women who looked like she was in charge cleared her throat and began.

I made no effort to hide the fact that I was bored out of my mind, and frankly could care less what these people had to say. I slouched in my chair and played with my pencil. Sam did most of the talking, just asking random questions. He is a dork. So I basically blocked out the whole conversation, until I heard something that caught my ear.

"I think it needs serious rethinking, Mr. Seaborn. White House regulations about inter office dating—

"Whoa wait," I interrupted. "What *about* the regulations for inter office dating?"

"I think they should be more strict," the woman said.

"Uh huh, how strict?" I asked.

"Not at all," she said simply.

"No way," I answered curtly.

"Mr. Lyman—

"The White House has no say in what people working for them do with their personal lives," I said, a little sharply. Okay, very sharply.

"Do you feel the same way about drugs?"
"That is an entirely different issue," I said.

"No, it isn't' Mr. Lyman," she answered. "It's still your personal life. I must admit I was interested when they told me you would be one of the ones coming to listen to us."

"Yeah?" I asked, not at all nicely. I knew where this had to be going.

"If I am not mistaken, you happen to be seeing your assistant, are you not?"

There was silence for moment and she glared me down. I didn't let my face show any sign of worry, but rather, glared back.

"While I don't see what business it is of yours—

"Answer my question, Mr. Lyman."

"You know what, I don't' have to answer you're question," I snapped. "Because last time I checked *I* was the Deputy Chief of Staff of the White House, and you were not."

"You're right, Mr. Lyman, I'm not," she said, shrugging. "But I do represent a nice percentage of voters who share my ideals."

"You're ideals are screwed," I grunted.

"Josh!" Sam gaped.

"You know what Miss—

"Jane Andrews."

"Miss. Andrews, yes, I happen to be going out with my assistant," I said in a rush. "However, I don't see what that has to do with Family values. I happen to be seeing someone who I care about deeply, and I'm sure the public would understand that. CJ Craig—she's the Press Secretary—had a genuine fit when she found out. But she's a bright woman, Ms. Andrews, and came up with exactly how to say it to the people so it wouldn't come across like I was screwing my assistant for kicks! Now, as long as that continues to happen, the White House will not take an official position on inter-office dating. We will not promote it but will not be all against it either." While I was ranting I stood and grabbed my files, Sam getting up as well. "I think we're done, here."

"I'm not *all* against it," Jane piped up as Sam and I reached the doors. "If you were married, that would be different."

I didn't give her the benefit of a response; I flew the doors open and stormed out, Sam jumping after me.


"What?" I asked bitterly.

"You shouldn't have done that," Sam said.

"She was—she...arg!" I threw my hands into the air and kept walking.

"She was stating her own beliefs, Josh," Sam said. "Unfortunately that's the thing about a democracy. The people have a say in what goes on in the government."

"I always said that was a mistake."


"I know, I know," I sighed and stopped abruptly, Sam almost crashing into me. "I'll go tell Leo so that if he gets a pissed off phone call he won't be surprised."

"I'll do it," Sam quickly volunteered.

"No, Sam, I screwed up, I'll take care of it," I answered and started walking towards Leo's office. "I'll see you in a bit."

"If you're still alive."

"Not funny, Sam."



"Yeah?" I asked and looked up to see Sam walk down the hall towards me.

"Listen, Josh just did something I think you should know about—

"Tell me he didn't get himself fired again," I said as a joke but my smile disappeared when I saw Sam wasn't laughing. "Oh, god, what did he do?"

"Snapped at the Family Values Committee," Sam said.

"Why?" I asked, setting my stuff down on my desk.

"The woman in charge kinda brought up inter-office dating."

"Oh no."

"Oh yes."

"And of course they knew about us," I finished for him.

"Yeah, kinda," Sam muttered.

"And he lost control," I added.


"And now he's on the way to Leo's office to explain why we're going to have trouble with family organizations in polls and votes?" I asked.

"Yeah, probably," Sam nodded. "How do you know?"
"It's not like it's the first time someone in this place has done something like that,' I sighed. "You think we'll have that much trouble?"
"Maybe not," Sam shrugged. "I don't think the committee held that much power. But, you never know."

"Yeah, thanks for the heads up," I said.

"No problem," Sam nodded and turned to walk away.

Joshua Lyman, if Leo doesn't kill you, I may.

Although you have to admit the idea of him sticking up for me is kinda cute.

Okay, maybe I'll let him live.


"What did you DO?"

I rolled my eyes.

"I snapped at her."

"How bad?"

"Okay, maybe snapped is an understatement. How bout yelled?"

"You yelled at the leader of the family values committee?" Leo asked, eye brows raised.

"Josh, how many times—

"Leo, they brought up Donna."

Leo stopped and looked at me for a second before shaking his head.

"So you were sticking up for your girl is that it?"


"Is that IT?"

I looked at him and sighed, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"Yeah, that's it."

"Josh," Leo said simply and shook his head.

"Leo, they were grilling me on inter-office dating! This woman was acting like she was part of the God damn CIA—

"I would have done the same," Leo interrupted.

Okay, I'm not ashamed to admit I'm a little confused now.

"Huh?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"They were picking at the woman you love, Josh, I understand that," Leo said with a sigh. "I would have ended up doing the same thing. But we can't. You need to try to practice a little more patience, all right?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I don't want to split you two up, so just keep it inside, all right?" he asked.

"Sure," I said. "Hey Leo—

"Go, get out," Leo said and gestured to the door.

"Thanks," I said before ducking out.

You know, Leo's not really that bad.


Four Months and Five Days Ago Come Friday - 3



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