Couple of notes: For one, I forgot the disclaimer, so I should note that The West Wing and all its characters, etc. are property of Sorkin and his cronies, of which I am not one. So don't sue me, cause I'm not worth that much. Also, I took some creative license given that I've never actually seen the White House bathrooms, but in my version, this one has a little lounge-y area with a couch. So there. Enjoy!
Donna sat in the bathroom stall, frantically wiping away the tears that refused to stop flowing. *You're being ridiculous,* she told herself. *You knew they were going to get together, hell, you encouraged it. You should be happy for him.* She sighed. *But I'm not.*
Donna heard the door open, and someone else entered the bathroom. She wiped away the last traces of her tears, attempting to regain her composure, before stepping out of the stall. C.J. Cregg was at the sink. Donna kept her gaze downwards, trying to hide her face as she turned on the faucet.
"Hey Donna," said C.J..
"Hi C.J.," replied Donna without looking up. C.J. glanced over at her, and was alarmed by her appearance.
"Donna? Everything all right?"
Donna sighed, and raised her head. C.J. could instantly tell that she had been crying. She led the younger woman to a couch, and they sat down.
"Want to talk about it?" C.J. asked. Donna shook her head. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say that it has something to do with Josh."
Donna was surprised by her friend's insight. "How can you tell?"
"Because I've seen the way you've been acting around him lately. You've been sort of distant."
"I know I have. I've been so cold…I actually blew up at him this morning."
"You have feelings for him, don't you?"
Donna couldn't stop the tears from springing to her eyes again. "I don't know," she started. "I mean…I used to, maybe, a long time ago…But now…we work together. I mean, he's my boss, and my friend, and maybe there was something back then, but…Anyway, he's seeing Joey now…I practically had to force the two of them together…I should be happy for them…"
"Are you?" asked C.J. quietly. There was a long silence.
"I love him," Donna finally responded. The tears that had been threatening to fall were now streaming down her face. C.J. pulled her into an embrace, and Donna sobbed against the older woman's shoulder.
"This is so unprofessional. I'm sorry," came Donna's muffled voice.
"Hey, it is not. We all have our bad days here. That's what offices and bathrooms are for. It's okay."
Donna's tears subsided, and she stood again. She walked over to the sink, and dabbed at her eyes with a Kleenex. She let out another deep sigh.
"What do I do?" she asked, more to herself than to C.J..
"Well," replied C.J.. You've admitted it to yourself…now tell him."
"I don't know if I can."
"I'm not saying you have to march into his office right now and pour your heart out, but when you're ready…Just trust me. If you don't do anything about this, you'll regret it. I've made that mistake more than a few times." C.J. got up to leave. "I've got a briefing, so I'll see you later?"
"Thanks, C.J." said Donna, turning to her friend.
"Are you going to be okay?"
C.J. smiled, and walked out the door, leaving Donna staring at her reflection in the mirror. She reapplied her mascara, and brushed a few stray strands of hair back up into her ponytail. She gave her reflection one last glance before going back out into the hall, where she almost collided with Josh.
"Donna," said Josh cautiously. "I was just looking for you."
"What do you need?"
"Oh, nothing, I'm just heading out to lunch, in case you're wondering where I am."
"Well, I'll spare you the lecture about coming to work late and taking an early lunch."
"When are you coming back?"
"An hour or so."
"Is that by your watch, or everyone else's?"
"My watch does not suck. I had it fixed."
"Right." Donna paused a moment, noticing Joey heading towards them from the other end of the hall. "So, you're having lunch with Joey?"
"Yeah," replied Josh hesitantly.
"Okay. See you later." Donna managed a weak smile as she turned and headed back to her desk.