Pairing: Donna Moss/Josh Lyman
Fic Title: Solecism
Author: megwriting and winema
Rating/Warning(s): YTEEN / spoilers for Inauguration (Part I)
Genre: Missing Scene, Humor, Friendship
Special Rec: 25/30
Why This Must Be Read: Because just how exactly did Josh convince Danny, Toby, Will, and Charlie to play the bad cops to his good cop and go pick up Donna? This piece is a great collaboration by two of my favorite West Wing authors that fits perfectly into canon.
"Nice speech, by the way," Danny remarked as he snagged two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter. He kept one for himself and handed the other to Will, who nodded his thanks.
"You couldn't grab me a glass?" Josh protested, gesturing with the half-finished drink in his hand.
Danny swallowed quickly. "No."
"You've had two already," Danny explained. "And Donna made me promise."
Will frowned, puzzled. As much as the White House staffers' inability to remember his name bothered him, he had trouble attaching names to faces he'd seen only a couple of times. And considering the sheer number of White House staffers and their marked dislike for him, he usually stayed in his temporary office and avoided most everyone but Toby. The name Donna sounded familiar, though he couldn't quite picture who she was. "Donna who?"
"Donnatella," Josh answered promptly. He swirled the last little bit of liquid around in his glass, then knocked it back.
"Donna Tella?" Will repeated.
Laughing, Danny corrected him. "No. Donna Moss. Her full name is Donnatella."
"And she's...?" Will asked.
"My assistant," Josh answered.
"Oh." Will brightened. "The tall, leggy blonde?"
Will could've sworn that Danny snickered as he half-turned away and stared intently up at the brass section on the dais.
"The tall, leggy blonde?" Josh repeated, his voice rising in volume and pitch.
Leaning back slightly, Will nodded. "Come to think of it, where is she?"
Josh's expression darkened. "Not here."
Ah, Will thought. The source of Josh's earlier displeasure was his absent assistant and, presumably, her role in the PR flap. The details of the incident remained fuzzy, since Will had spent the better part of the past 48 hours crafting language that conveyed every nuance of the new foreign policy doctrine.
He'd caught comments from the punditocracy on trips through the bullpen, and he'd read half of an op-ed piece while downing a ham and cheese sandwich in the middle of the night. But besides that, all Will knew was that Donna's damaging quote had caused CJ quite a headache in the pressroom. She and Toby had engaged in a spirited conversation about it in Toby's office, and those walls weren't really as thick as one might think.
Danny nodded solemnly. "Donna's at her apartment in a gown waiting for, you know, a ball to show up."
Will slowly shook his head. "Are you aware that the whole lot of you talk very strangely?"
"Yes," Danny answered cheerily. "But you'll catch on. Just try using seven words when two would suffice."
Will wondered if the way Josh's hand waved in the air at about shoulder-level was due to Josh's alcohol intake or his indignation. "Donna's really not that tall," Josh insisted.
"Josh." Danny shot his friend an exasperated look.
"She's not," Josh insisted stubbornly. "She's shorter than I am."
"She's really not coming?"
Toby's voice came from directly behind Will, who startled, then turned to look at his temporary boss. Former boss. "Hi," he said, rather too loudly.
Toby gave Will a very strange look. "Hello."
"I can't convince her," Josh lamented.
Will leaned closer to Danny. "Why does Josh care if his assistant comes to this thing?"
Danny stared at him with a distinctly pitying expression. "You've got some catching up to do."