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Disclaimer and all that jazz are in part 1. This one has a tiny little spoiler for I'm not sure which ep...the one with Margaret's rant about the raisin muffins...I'm too lazy to check it out right now, but I think it was "Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics". Just a gut feeling, I could be wrong. Anyway, enjoy! Dream For Tomorrow 2/? By SarahK "Ready to go?" Donna nearly jumped out of her chair at the sound of Josh’s voice behind her. "Would you stop doing that?!!" she exclaimed. "Doing what?" "Sneaking up behind me!" "And I have done this how often?" "Well, just now, but still, stop!" "Okay," Josh laughed. Sometimes his assistant was just too much. "So, you ready to go? Or are you totally engrossed in…what is that, the calorie count in the blueberry muffins now?" He looked at the open e-mail on her computer screen. "I think Margaret’s getting just a little too paranoid." "She means well," replied Donna, defending her friend. She closed the message and shut down her computer. "Let me just get my coat." Josh held out the coat he had been hiding behind his back, and helped her into it. "Thanks," said Donna with a nervous smile. She hadn’t been expecting that. "Let’s go," replied Josh, placing a hand at the small of her back as he guided her out of the office and down the corridor. "So, do you think you can get along without your car for a day or two if we just take mine and leave yours here?" "Sounds like you’re volunteering to be my personal chauffeur" said Donna mischievously. "Well, I do know how to treat a guest in my home." ************************************************************************ They pulled up the driveway of Josh’s house and got out of the car. "So, um, I have a little confession to make," said Josh as he unlocked the front door and led Donna inside. "What’s that?" asked Donna, somewhat suspiciously. "I lied. I really, really suck when it comes to cooking." Donna laughed. "I can, however, dial a phone, so make yourself at home while I order us some dinner. Chinese okay?" "Sounds great," replied Donna, entering the living room as Josh disappeared into the kitchen. She took in her surroundings. She had, of course, been to Josh’s house before, but not for a long time, and she marveled at the familiarity it had maintained for her. She studied the pictures on the mantel. Most of them were familiar, pictures of the campaign, shots of Josh with the President, Josh with Leo, Josh and C.J. laughing about some long-forgotten joke. She paused at a picture she didn’t remember having been taken. It was a picture of her and Josh, dancing at the inaugural ball, one of her fondest memories from what seemed like an eternity ago. Josh was leaning in to whisper something to her, and she was smiling at what it was he had said. She remembered his words. *We made it. I can’t believe we made it. Trust me, this feeling will never go away.* He was right. It didn’t. Josh returned from the kitchen with two coffee mugs in his hands. He noticed Donna standing by the mantel, looking at his pictures. He slowly approached. "I’m just letting you know, I do realize this time that you’re standing right behind me," said Donna without turning around. "Well, you win some, you lose some." "I was just wondering who took this picture," she said, pointing at the one she had been staring at so intently. "Danny’s photographer, actually. He came across it a while ago, and thought I might like to have it." He paused. "Seems like a long time ago, doesn’t it?" "I remember," replied Donna, thoughtful. Josh took the picture and gazed at it for a moment. "So do I…You looked beautiful." Donna’s breath caught in her throat. *He didn’t just say that. Did he? Oh my God, he did,* she thought. She turned to look at Josh. They stared into each other’s eyes for several moments, until the sound of the doorbell broke the silence. "That was quick," said Donna, disappointed that the moment had been spoiled by the interruption. "Yeah, they know me," replied Josh with a grin. "Be right back." Josh went to answer the door, leaving Donna staring at the picture for a few more minutes before replacing it on the mantel. TBC…
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