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caz963This is completely stupid and pointless – so I’m going to blame Quaggy. Although, come to think of it it is her fault. She said one night "wouldn’t it be funny if Josh and Donna were watching Studio 60..." because I think the idea of ‘Josh’ talking about ‘Danny’ kinda made her head want to explode! But she didn’t have time to write anything and was still under her self-imposed vow of not starting anything new until she’d finished her fic backlog, and I was working on something else. But then, predictably, a couple of days later Josh and Donna started yakking and so I wrote some stuff down. And then forgot about it. A little while later, when I’d been having a crappy couple of weeks, Quaggy told me she’d written me something to cheer me up – and she sent me her WW/S60 crossover! And I owned up and said I’d started one as well! This was around the time of The Disaster Show and seeing that Sorkin had brought the WW and S60 worlds together, we figured if it was good enough for him, it was sure as hell good enough for us, so we thought we’d spruce the fics up and post them together.
Quaggy's fic is here
And we're posting them this week by way of a light-hearted farewell to the show. So long and thanks for all the fish, Aaron!
Disclaimers: I own nothing, I’m making nothing… these wonderful characters were created by Aaron Sorkin and belong to Sorkin, Wells and NBC. I’m just taking them out for a spin and will return when I’ve finished with them. Although I might need to hang on to Josh (or Danny – I’m not picky!) for a while …
Being anally retentive about that sort of thing, I proofed it myself, so any mistakes are mine!
Category/Pairing: J/D. (Mention of Danny/Jordan)
Spoilers: God knows – unless you don’t know who Matt Albie and Danny Tripp are…
Rating: G
A/N: Of course, Studio 60 doesn’t exist in the same world as The West Wing, and given that I’ve decided that Josh and Donna are still boss and assistant in this, the timeline is completely screwy… but I thought “what the hell - if I’m taking liberties, I might as well take some big ones!"
Thanks, as ever to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quaggy_mire and coloneljack for their encouragement. (Although, Linz? I never got my toast!)
You’ll also gather that my tongue remained very much in my cheek while I was writing this…
Oh, and by the way? I started this waaaaaay before Danny proposed to Jordan.
Light Friday Nights
“What are you doing?”
“Turning on the TV.”
“But - ”
“Josh, it’s Friday night, we’ve been here since six am, it’s now eleven, I’ve had precisely one break all day and I’m tired, hungry, thirsty and in need of entertainment, dammit! Now stop complaining and let me turn on the TV!”
Josh looked taken aback. “So you’re not putting on C-SPAN, then.”
“Damn right I’m not.”
He looked puzzled. “What else is there to watch at this time on a Friday night?”
“Swear to God, Josh,” Donna said, turning around one of the visitors’ chairs so that it faced the screen, “there really is more on TV than news and sport.”
“Yeah?”
“Oddly enough.”
He smirked. “You mean those shows where people eat worms for money?”
Donna just rolled her eyes.
“Or,” he went on, warming to his subject, “the ones where some guy confesses to sleeping with his girlfriend’s mother, sister and brother and they end up beating each other to a bloody pulp on national television?”
Donna looked at him exasperatedly. “You must be the only person I know who, whilst ostensibly an elitist, watches Jerry Springer.”
He held up his hands. “Hey, it’s not my fault the President got hooked on that stuff years ago when he was sick! He insisted on giving me highlights at the end of each day. Seriously, I was this close to begging him to get out the photo albums of all fifty-four National Parks.”
“Fifty-five.”
“What?”
“There are fifty-five National Parks now.”
Josh eyed her suspiciously. “I know, but he hasn’t had time to make an album of the fifty-fifth yet. Thank God.”
“He’s probably saving that for the next time you do something particularly deserving.” She flopped down into the chair she’d turned around and kicked off her shoes. “So what did you do this time?”
“Hm?”
“To make the President dole out a little punishment like that.”
Josh looked sheepish. “I have no idea.”
“You must have done something.”
“I – uh – I may just have insinuated that, um, watching TV during the day was the province of the infirm and uneducated.”
Donna shot him a deadpan look. “I’d say that constituted ‘something’.”
Josh ran a hand through his hair. “Give me a break – it was two am and I really don’t see that one unguarded comment - ”
Donna sighed. “Joshua.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“No, what?”
“Your ‘unguarded comments’ are legendary,” she yawned, stretching. “If you haven’t learned yet the damage they can do, then really,” she stopped mid-flow, suddenly feeling as though she’d run out of steam. “You know – somehow we’ve ended up talking about you again, when all I really wanted to do was watch some TV, so could we just, you know, do that now?”
He shrugged. “Okay.” They looked at each other for a few seconds, Donna’s mouth quirked up in a little half smile. Josh realised she really did look tired – it had been a long week and she deserved a break. He smiled back at her as he perched on the edge of his desk. “Do you want some food?”
“I’m not - ”
“Don’t tell me you’re not hungry and then eat half of mine.”
Donna recognised the olive branch for what it was. “Well, just get extra of whatever you’re having, then.”
“Okay.”
When Josh had finished ordering he dragged the other chair around to face the same direction as the one she was sitting in. He slid down into it and stretched out his legs, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. “So,” he sniffed. “What are we watching?”
Donna turned to look at him, slumped, stretched – whatever, in the chair. He really couldn’t sit like a normal person.
“We? I thought you were above frivolous entertainment.”
“It’s my office - ”
Donna sniggered. “What are you, five?”
“If you’re not going to let me mock Republicans, the least you can do is let me mock something else.”
“With any luck, you won’t need to mock – it’ll be done for you.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Even a master of mockage needs a night off occasionally.”
Josh snorted. “A… ‘master of mockage’?”
“Shut up.”
“Is ‘mockage’ even a word?”
Despite herself, Donna found a huge grin spreading across her face. For all that Josh’s tendency to not let things drop could be infuriating at times, his ridiculous teasing was more often than not very funny. And she had to admit that he did – on occasion – know how to pull her out of a funk.
“If it’s not, then it should be. Now be quiet.”
“’kay.” Josh pursed his lips and glanced over at Donna, pleased to note that she appeared to have relaxed a little.
She started flicking through the channels until she found the one she wanted, and was just settling down to enjoy an hour or so television, when Josh spoke again.
“I don’t know why you still watch that show.”
“It’s funny.”
“It used to be. It’s not as good as it was.”
“Oh, so you do admit to having watched something other than C-SPAN and ‘Sports Night’ on a Friday night.”
He shrugged. “Once or twice, maybe…”
“Well, it’s changed. It’s gotten better now the new guys have taken over.”
“New guys?”
“Well, not strictly speaking new – they left and now they’re back.”
“Okay,” Josh looked confused. “You know I have absolutely no idea who the hell you’re talking about, right?”
Donna didn’t look away from the screen. “Yes, you do.”
“I do?”
“Yes.”
“You planning to enlighten me?”
Donna said nothing, seemingly engrossed in a trailer for what looked to Josh to be next week’s episode of a show about an indestructible cheer-leader. With nice legs. And long blonde hair. He shook his head to try to get past the visuals of Donna and pom-poms that had just crowded into his mind.
“Sometime soon would be good,” he prodded.
Donna finally turned her head to look at him. “Honestly Josh, there are times I think you spend your life in some sort of insulated bubble. It was a big thing in the media. The guy who used to run the show had some sort of meltdown on camera – not that I saw it of course because… now, where was I? Oh yes, that’s right – I was working – but it was in the papers the next day and then on Monday the network announced these guys were coming back to take over the show.”
“Which guys? I can only follow so many ambiguous threads at once - ”
“You know - ”
“No – I don’t.”
“We met them a few months back at the thing.”
“Look, ‘thing’ is a very useful word when you’re talking about an actual, you know, ‘thing’, but in this instance? Not so much.”
Donna just glared at him as he continued to wrack his brains to try to recall just who and what on earth she was referring to, when suddenly, he remembered the party at Wilson White’s house in California. “Ah.”
“What?"
Josh nodded, knowingly. “I remember now.”
“Good.” Donna narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “So why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” Josh tried to school his features into an innocent expression -
“That’s your I’ve just figured out something you didn’t want me to figure out smug face.”
- which clearly hadn’t worked. “I don’t have a - ”
“Josh.”
“Okay, maybe I do.”
“So why are you wearing your… you know, smug face?”
“I just figured it out.”
“Figured what out?”
“Why you’re so interested in watching this show.”
“Apart from because it’s funny?”
“Yeah. You’ve got a thing for – um – whatsisname.”
“Who? And I don’t have a thing for any - ”
“Matt. Matt Albie. I remember now – we met him at that fundraiser in California a few months back, when he’d just been nominated for some award or other.”
“Firstly, I do not have a thing for Matt Albie – "
“Yeah, you do.”
“I don’t!”
“You said he reminded you a bit of Matthew Perry – and I remember having to practically drag you away from him once!”
“You did not have to drag me away from Matthew Perry!”
“You must have been pretty drunk that night if you don’t remember -”
“I was not! Anyway, Matt Albie is nothing like – well, actually, maybe he does look a bit -”
“And he likes blondes – he used to go out with Harriet Hayes.”
“Oh, so you know who she is!”
“Well, yeah – she’s hot. I have a good memory for hot blondes.” Josh winced. “Uh. That is, um…”
Donna continued, oblivious to Josh’s sudden, embarrassed silence. “Well, he’s pretty hot, too. But I don’t have a thing for Matt Albie.”
“So then why – ? Oh. No. Don’t tell me.”
She turned back to face the TV. “Josh, would you just shut up and let me watch?”
“No. It’s not – don’t tell me it’s the other guy.”
Donna flung up her hands and looked over at Josh again. “Why does it have to be any guy? And anyway, what other guy?”
“You know which other guy.”
Donna raised her eyebrows. “Danny Tripp?”
“That’s him.”
“Why would it be so awful if I had a thing for him?”
“I didn’t say it’d be awful, I just thought - ”
Donna propped her elbow on the arm of the chair and rested her chin on her hand. “He’s very cute, though. I like guys who wear glasses.”
“Really?” Josh suddenly found himself wondering how long it had been since he’d visited his ophthalmologist.
“Yeah. Nice ass, too.”
“What?!”
“I’m just sayin’”
Josh was squinting at the TV. “He’s too old for you,” he blurted, without thinking.
“He’s younger than you are!” Donna shot back, shifting uncomfortably as she realized what she’d said, trying desperately to hide her blushes behind a curtain of hair as she turned away from Josh to stare at the TV.
Josh sank back down into his chair. “Hmpf. I’d never have guessed.”
“Yeah, well I guess never seeing the sun does have some advantages.”
“So does not having a drug habit.” For a split second, Donna could have sworn Josh sounded as though he was jealous – and felt a familiar little flutter at the pit of her stomach. But no. It was just Josh feeling as though he had to be the alpha-male in every situation. Which he usually was. She supposed it must be kind of difficult to be otherwise when there were only two men in the building – and the country - who outranked him.
Donna felt that her flush had faded sufficiently for her to be able to face Josh again.
“Anyway,” she said matter-of-factly, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground, “he’s married with a baby.”
“He is?”
“Yeah – he’s married to - ” and Donna suddenly realised that, for some reason, this ‘ground’ wasn’t safe either. But it was too late to change the subject.
Josh quirked an eyebrow. “Who?”
“Hm?”
“What – is it a secret?”
“No – he, uh … he married his boss.”
Both eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
“Whirlwind romance, apparently.”
“Oh. Well, I guess that sort of thing might be okay in Hollywood…”
“What sort of thing?”
“Ma – uh… the… whirlwind thing.”
“It happens to a lot of people.”
“I… wouldn’t know.”
“It’s all very romantic, I guess, but I think I’d like to spend time with a guy, get to know him before - ” Donna swallowed, the sudden frisson sparking between them making her feel as though all the air had been sucked from her lungs.
Josh realized he was staring at her and quickly looked away, trying to find something to say that would release the knot that had formed in his chest. “Wait – his boss… is a woman, right?”
“Josh!” The tension in the air evaporated as quickly as it had manifested itself. “And you call yourself a democrat. What difference would it have made otherwise?”
He grinned. “Well, the baby for a start.”
“You met his wife as well, you know. Only she wasn’t his wife back then. You referred to her as the ‘very nice looking pregnant woman’.”
“The brunette?”
“Yup. You’ll be telling me you have a good memory for hot brunettes next.”
“No, I won’t.”
Josh’s phone rang, saving Donna the trouble of thinking of a response to that.
“Food’s here,” he said, fishing in his back pocket for his wallet as he replaced the receiver.
Donna made to get up, but Josh moved behind her chair and laid a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll go," he said softly. "You watch your show.”
She smiled up at him and watched him leave, craning her neck backwards as he walked away.
Nice ass, too.
End.
Quaggy's fic is here
And we're posting them this week by way of a light-hearted farewell to the show. So long and thanks for all the fish, Aaron!
Disclaimers: I own nothing, I’m making nothing… these wonderful characters were created by Aaron Sorkin and belong to Sorkin, Wells and NBC. I’m just taking them out for a spin and will return when I’ve finished with them. Although I might need to hang on to Josh (or Danny – I’m not picky!) for a while …
Being anally retentive about that sort of thing, I proofed it myself, so any mistakes are mine!
Category/Pairing: J/D. (Mention of Danny/Jordan)
Spoilers: God knows – unless you don’t know who Matt Albie and Danny Tripp are…
Rating: G
A/N: Of course, Studio 60 doesn’t exist in the same world as The West Wing, and given that I’ve decided that Josh and Donna are still boss and assistant in this, the timeline is completely screwy… but I thought “what the hell - if I’m taking liberties, I might as well take some big ones!"
Thanks, as ever to
quaggy_mire and coloneljack for their encouragement. (Although, Linz? I never got my toast!)You’ll also gather that my tongue remained very much in my cheek while I was writing this…
Oh, and by the way? I started this waaaaaay before Danny proposed to Jordan.
Light Friday Nights
“What are you doing?”
“Turning on the TV.”
“But - ”
“Josh, it’s Friday night, we’ve been here since six am, it’s now eleven, I’ve had precisely one break all day and I’m tired, hungry, thirsty and in need of entertainment, dammit! Now stop complaining and let me turn on the TV!”
Josh looked taken aback. “So you’re not putting on C-SPAN, then.”
“Damn right I’m not.”
He looked puzzled. “What else is there to watch at this time on a Friday night?”
“Swear to God, Josh,” Donna said, turning around one of the visitors’ chairs so that it faced the screen, “there really is more on TV than news and sport.”
“Yeah?”
“Oddly enough.”
He smirked. “You mean those shows where people eat worms for money?”
Donna just rolled her eyes.
“Or,” he went on, warming to his subject, “the ones where some guy confesses to sleeping with his girlfriend’s mother, sister and brother and they end up beating each other to a bloody pulp on national television?”
Donna looked at him exasperatedly. “You must be the only person I know who, whilst ostensibly an elitist, watches Jerry Springer.”
He held up his hands. “Hey, it’s not my fault the President got hooked on that stuff years ago when he was sick! He insisted on giving me highlights at the end of each day. Seriously, I was this close to begging him to get out the photo albums of all fifty-four National Parks.”
“Fifty-five.”
“What?”
“There are fifty-five National Parks now.”
Josh eyed her suspiciously. “I know, but he hasn’t had time to make an album of the fifty-fifth yet. Thank God.”
“He’s probably saving that for the next time you do something particularly deserving.” She flopped down into the chair she’d turned around and kicked off her shoes. “So what did you do this time?”
“Hm?”
“To make the President dole out a little punishment like that.”
Josh looked sheepish. “I have no idea.”
“You must have done something.”
“I – uh – I may just have insinuated that, um, watching TV during the day was the province of the infirm and uneducated.”
Donna shot him a deadpan look. “I’d say that constituted ‘something’.”
Josh ran a hand through his hair. “Give me a break – it was two am and I really don’t see that one unguarded comment - ”
Donna sighed. “Joshua.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“No, what?”
“Your ‘unguarded comments’ are legendary,” she yawned, stretching. “If you haven’t learned yet the damage they can do, then really,” she stopped mid-flow, suddenly feeling as though she’d run out of steam. “You know – somehow we’ve ended up talking about you again, when all I really wanted to do was watch some TV, so could we just, you know, do that now?”
He shrugged. “Okay.” They looked at each other for a few seconds, Donna’s mouth quirked up in a little half smile. Josh realised she really did look tired – it had been a long week and she deserved a break. He smiled back at her as he perched on the edge of his desk. “Do you want some food?”
“I’m not - ”
“Don’t tell me you’re not hungry and then eat half of mine.”
Donna recognised the olive branch for what it was. “Well, just get extra of whatever you’re having, then.”
“Okay.”
When Josh had finished ordering he dragged the other chair around to face the same direction as the one she was sitting in. He slid down into it and stretched out his legs, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. “So,” he sniffed. “What are we watching?”
Donna turned to look at him, slumped, stretched – whatever, in the chair. He really couldn’t sit like a normal person.
“We? I thought you were above frivolous entertainment.”
“It’s my office - ”
Donna sniggered. “What are you, five?”
“If you’re not going to let me mock Republicans, the least you can do is let me mock something else.”
“With any luck, you won’t need to mock – it’ll be done for you.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Even a master of mockage needs a night off occasionally.”
Josh snorted. “A… ‘master of mockage’?”
“Shut up.”
“Is ‘mockage’ even a word?”
Despite herself, Donna found a huge grin spreading across her face. For all that Josh’s tendency to not let things drop could be infuriating at times, his ridiculous teasing was more often than not very funny. And she had to admit that he did – on occasion – know how to pull her out of a funk.
“If it’s not, then it should be. Now be quiet.”
“’kay.” Josh pursed his lips and glanced over at Donna, pleased to note that she appeared to have relaxed a little.
She started flicking through the channels until she found the one she wanted, and was just settling down to enjoy an hour or so television, when Josh spoke again.
“I don’t know why you still watch that show.”
“It’s funny.”
“It used to be. It’s not as good as it was.”
“Oh, so you do admit to having watched something other than C-SPAN and ‘Sports Night’ on a Friday night.”
He shrugged. “Once or twice, maybe…”
“Well, it’s changed. It’s gotten better now the new guys have taken over.”
“New guys?”
“Well, not strictly speaking new – they left and now they’re back.”
“Okay,” Josh looked confused. “You know I have absolutely no idea who the hell you’re talking about, right?”
Donna didn’t look away from the screen. “Yes, you do.”
“I do?”
“Yes.”
“You planning to enlighten me?”
Donna said nothing, seemingly engrossed in a trailer for what looked to Josh to be next week’s episode of a show about an indestructible cheer-leader. With nice legs. And long blonde hair. He shook his head to try to get past the visuals of Donna and pom-poms that had just crowded into his mind.
“Sometime soon would be good,” he prodded.
Donna finally turned her head to look at him. “Honestly Josh, there are times I think you spend your life in some sort of insulated bubble. It was a big thing in the media. The guy who used to run the show had some sort of meltdown on camera – not that I saw it of course because… now, where was I? Oh yes, that’s right – I was working – but it was in the papers the next day and then on Monday the network announced these guys were coming back to take over the show.”
“Which guys? I can only follow so many ambiguous threads at once - ”
“You know - ”
“No – I don’t.”
“We met them a few months back at the thing.”
“Look, ‘thing’ is a very useful word when you’re talking about an actual, you know, ‘thing’, but in this instance? Not so much.”
Donna just glared at him as he continued to wrack his brains to try to recall just who and what on earth she was referring to, when suddenly, he remembered the party at Wilson White’s house in California. “Ah.”
“What?"
Josh nodded, knowingly. “I remember now.”
“Good.” Donna narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “So why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” Josh tried to school his features into an innocent expression -
“That’s your I’ve just figured out something you didn’t want me to figure out smug face.”
- which clearly hadn’t worked. “I don’t have a - ”
“Josh.”
“Okay, maybe I do.”
“So why are you wearing your… you know, smug face?”
“I just figured it out.”
“Figured what out?”
“Why you’re so interested in watching this show.”
“Apart from because it’s funny?”
“Yeah. You’ve got a thing for – um – whatsisname.”
“Who? And I don’t have a thing for any - ”
“Matt. Matt Albie. I remember now – we met him at that fundraiser in California a few months back, when he’d just been nominated for some award or other.”
“Firstly, I do not have a thing for Matt Albie – "
“Yeah, you do.”
“I don’t!”
“You said he reminded you a bit of Matthew Perry – and I remember having to practically drag you away from him once!”
“You did not have to drag me away from Matthew Perry!”
“You must have been pretty drunk that night if you don’t remember -”
“I was not! Anyway, Matt Albie is nothing like – well, actually, maybe he does look a bit -”
“And he likes blondes – he used to go out with Harriet Hayes.”
“Oh, so you know who she is!”
“Well, yeah – she’s hot. I have a good memory for hot blondes.” Josh winced. “Uh. That is, um…”
Donna continued, oblivious to Josh’s sudden, embarrassed silence. “Well, he’s pretty hot, too. But I don’t have a thing for Matt Albie.”
“So then why – ? Oh. No. Don’t tell me.”
She turned back to face the TV. “Josh, would you just shut up and let me watch?”
“No. It’s not – don’t tell me it’s the other guy.”
Donna flung up her hands and looked over at Josh again. “Why does it have to be any guy? And anyway, what other guy?”
“You know which other guy.”
Donna raised her eyebrows. “Danny Tripp?”
“That’s him.”
“Why would it be so awful if I had a thing for him?”
“I didn’t say it’d be awful, I just thought - ”
Donna propped her elbow on the arm of the chair and rested her chin on her hand. “He’s very cute, though. I like guys who wear glasses.”
“Really?” Josh suddenly found himself wondering how long it had been since he’d visited his ophthalmologist.
“Yeah. Nice ass, too.”
“What?!”
“I’m just sayin’”
Josh was squinting at the TV. “He’s too old for you,” he blurted, without thinking.
“He’s younger than you are!” Donna shot back, shifting uncomfortably as she realized what she’d said, trying desperately to hide her blushes behind a curtain of hair as she turned away from Josh to stare at the TV.
Josh sank back down into his chair. “Hmpf. I’d never have guessed.”
“Yeah, well I guess never seeing the sun does have some advantages.”
“So does not having a drug habit.” For a split second, Donna could have sworn Josh sounded as though he was jealous – and felt a familiar little flutter at the pit of her stomach. But no. It was just Josh feeling as though he had to be the alpha-male in every situation. Which he usually was. She supposed it must be kind of difficult to be otherwise when there were only two men in the building – and the country - who outranked him.
Donna felt that her flush had faded sufficiently for her to be able to face Josh again.
“Anyway,” she said matter-of-factly, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground, “he’s married with a baby.”
“He is?”
“Yeah – he’s married to - ” and Donna suddenly realised that, for some reason, this ‘ground’ wasn’t safe either. But it was too late to change the subject.
Josh quirked an eyebrow. “Who?”
“Hm?”
“What – is it a secret?”
“No – he, uh … he married his boss.”
Both eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
“Whirlwind romance, apparently.”
“Oh. Well, I guess that sort of thing might be okay in Hollywood…”
“What sort of thing?”
“Ma – uh… the… whirlwind thing.”
“It happens to a lot of people.”
“I… wouldn’t know.”
“It’s all very romantic, I guess, but I think I’d like to spend time with a guy, get to know him before - ” Donna swallowed, the sudden frisson sparking between them making her feel as though all the air had been sucked from her lungs.
Josh realized he was staring at her and quickly looked away, trying to find something to say that would release the knot that had formed in his chest. “Wait – his boss… is a woman, right?”
“Josh!” The tension in the air evaporated as quickly as it had manifested itself. “And you call yourself a democrat. What difference would it have made otherwise?”
He grinned. “Well, the baby for a start.”
“You met his wife as well, you know. Only she wasn’t his wife back then. You referred to her as the ‘very nice looking pregnant woman’.”
“The brunette?”
“Yup. You’ll be telling me you have a good memory for hot brunettes next.”
“No, I won’t.”
Josh’s phone rang, saving Donna the trouble of thinking of a response to that.
“Food’s here,” he said, fishing in his back pocket for his wallet as he replaced the receiver.
Donna made to get up, but Josh moved behind her chair and laid a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll go," he said softly. "You watch your show.”
She smiled up at him and watched him leave, craning her neck backwards as he walked away.
Nice ass, too.
End.
