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Truth be told, Jed Bartlet has never spoken briefly in his life. And sometimes, the stories can tell the tale in a shorter amount of time. Here you can find unrelated shorts that come together to tell the West Wing story across many different universes. (Note: If you're looking for shorts that are in a certian series-verse of mine, click on the series page. For example: all the Dark History shorts can be found here.)
The Six O'clock News Rating: Teen
She laughed as he came up behind her, gently sliding the scarf away from her neck. He did it to tease her, to play with her, to toy with his own half-fulfilled fantasies about this amazingly intelligent woman. He knew on a conscious level, that was why he’d hired her- her skills, her abilities to manipulate the system and the people inside the system. Someday he might admit it was because he was a sucker for blondes with beautiful smiles. But as a liberated liberal, he knew better than to admit that his libido ever drove anything he did.
Sam recoiled from Josh’s tone, frightened at the anger in it. He couldn’t answer, so he just rose and walked out – he’d been doing that a lot lately. He wanted Josh to follow him, to apologize. Maybe if Josh did, he wouldn’t need it elsewhere.
Andrea Wyatt had never been a woman to giggle. To laugh, yes. To guffaw like a drunken sailor, definitely. But she was not a giggler. Yet, she found it was giggles escaping her throat as she and CJ scurried into the crib store.
There were times that he hated how well she could read him. Conversations like this weren’t supposed to happen anymore. It was all supposed to be about sex. No talking. But here they were. Talking.
I know only that the campaign is almost broke, that you have legs up to your neck, and that you will be the next Press Secretary for the White House.
Yeah. Sam gulped. He’d seen pictures of Anderson Hayes, but meeting the man in real life was enough to make him get back into the car and high tail it to D.C. CJ was hosting her usual Thanksgiving beer and junk food fest. If he drove seventy the whole way he could be there in five hours. Not too late.
His feet wouldn’t move. Despite the rain pelting his body and the desire to go upstairs to just be near Josh, his feet would not move.
Preview: She’s knee length skirts and two-inch pumps and long blonde hair and Sunday service at the Church of Christ. Okay, so it’s the First Baptist Church of DC, but it’s still the Church of Christ to me. I don’t know if she’s ever set foot in a Catholic church. It’s okay, because when she’s off at Church, right before she heads into work to defend my father and his White House against anything stupid they’ve done the week before, I’m holed up at my desk in the lab, doing research.
Donna prided herself on fulfilling almost every requirement it took to qualify as a true blue-blooded Democrat. She’d done her share of pot and binge drinking, had unprotected sex with one night stands, and she had even, once entertained romantic notions about being in love with Josh Lyman. She was pro-choice and against the death penalty. She believed in taxes and socialized medicine. She was straight, but not narrow-minded; she had even dated Republicans.
Tomorrow Rating: Teen
498 Words Rating: K
Recovering the Satellites RATING: Mature Coming Summer 2007