Helping a friend
Rating: G
Summary: Someone asks someone else to help them get
home.
Spoilers: None
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Author's Note: This is relatively short. I literally
just came up with it so please excuse the length. :)
It was 9:00pm and Donna was getting ready to leave.
Josh had been on her back all day about getting
certain memos to certain people, telling her that he
couldn't read her handwriting, and so much more. All
she wanted to do now was go home and relax. She
continued to pack up her stuff.
On the other side of the Communications bullpen, Sam
was getting ready to leave as well. He had gotten
everything done on time, as usual, survived Toby's
ranting and raving about his puncuation and verb
usage, and even managed to sit through a long and
boring staff meeting. He was ready to leave for the
night.
Donna walked out of the general area of the West Wing
and headed for the lobby. She checked herself out and
proceeded for the parking lot. Sam was doing the same
thing. He walked out to the parking lot to his car.
Donna got to her car, got in and put the key in the
ignition, expecting the car to start when she turned
the key. Nothing happened. She sighed, "Oh this
cannot be happening to me!" She said to herself as
she continued to try to start her car.
Sam on the other hand reached his car. Before he got
in, however, he saw someone else get out of their car
and open the hood. Being the kind person that he was,
he went over to the person to see what was wrong.
"Donna?" He said as he reached her car, "What's wrong
with your car?"
"I don't know," she said, not looking up, but rather
under the hood to see if she could spot what was
wrong. "It was fine this morning. I don't
understand. All I want to do is go home, take a hot
shower, and relax. That's all! Do you think that's
asking too much?" She asked as she finally looked up
at Sam.
"Uh, no not at all. I was kind of planning to do the
same thing myself." He thought for a moment, "You
want a ride home? I mean, your apartment isn't on my
way home, but I'd be happy to give you a lift."
She smiled softly, "I don't want to be a bother, but
thanks for offering. You've had a really long day.
You should go home," she said as she closed the hood
of the car and began to gather her things from inside
the car. She started to walk back to the White House
when Sam stopped her.
"Where are you going?" He asked as he gently took her
arm, stopping her from leaving.
"I'm going to go call a cab to come and pick me up."
"No you're not. You're coming with me. Really Donna,
it's fine. I want to help you out here, you
understand that, right," he asked, a small smile
penetrating his face.
"Yes, I understand that you want to help, but...Oh,
what the heck," she said, giving in, "Thanks, I really
would appreciate a ride home."
He smiled, "Let's go then. It's getting kind of cold
out here and I would rather go than stand here all
night." This made her giggle.
"Yeah, okay," she said as the two began walking to
Sam's car. He unlocked the door for her and let her
in. He walked over to the other side of the car and
got in himself. He started the car and drove off
towards Donna's apartment.
The first few minutes were spent in mostly silence.
Neither one really knew what to say to the other. Sam
finally broke the silence, "So I saw you running
around like mad today. Did Josh send you on a million
errands again," he asked, giving her a sideways
glance.
She laughed a little, "Of course Josh sent me on a
million errands. I don't understand why he can't just
pick up the phone and call a senator. He has me do
all of that work. I give him the number, but he
always gives a benign excuse." She sighed, "I think I
had to rewrite a note to him about six times. Do I
have extremely bad handwriting or something?"
Sam had a confused look on his face, "I have read your
writing several times. I don't see anything wrong
with it," he said as they came to a red light. He
looked over at her.
She smiled, "Thanks. Try telling that to Josh. Or
rather, convincing that my handwriting isn't
horrible."
"Well, considering the fact that he is extremely
stubborn and always wants his way, I think I'd leave
it alone." The two laughed softly.
A few minutes later, they reached her apartment. Sam
pulled into one of the visitor's spaces that was
closest to the door. As Donna began to get out, she
looked at him, "Thanks Sam, I owe you one."
"No, I think we're even. What with the whole Karen
Cahill thing I think we're fine," he said with a bit
of a laugh.
She nodded, "Yeah, I guess you're right. But thank
you for driving me home. It really was very kind of
you."
"I'm just helping a friend in need," he said as he
handed Donna her coat and purse. "So I guess I'll see
you tomorrow then," he said as she started to get out
of the car.
"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, and thanks again." She
closed the car door and started walking up the steps
to her building. He started the car and waited until
she was safely inside until he drove away to his own
home.
End
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