Disclaimer:- I own none of the "West Wing" characters but Rosie, Jake,
Noah, Helena and any other assorted kiddies are mine (though I'm almost
certain I couldn't sue you if you chose to use them but it would nice of
you to ask if you would like to use them)
Information: - Sorry in advance for any bits of the American school system that I get wrong, I am but a poor English girl. As ever feedback is gladly accepted!
Timeline: - I think I'm going for around 2022 but this may be inconsistent so don't hold it against me
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Homecoming
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Washington DC. Local time is 7:30am and the weather is set for pleasant 25 degrees Celsius today and a beautiful Labour Day weekend. On behalf of United Airlines I would like to thank you for choosing to fly with us today and wish you a pleasant stay here in Washington or a safe onward journey."
"Rosie Honey, come on it's time to wake up. We're here."
Ugh! I groaned as I was woken form my light sleep by the crackly distant voice of the captain and the closer, far more real voice of my father. I opened one eye and peered at my father who was sitting next. He had the same brown curly hair, kindly brown eyes and "don't you want to vote for me?" smile that he'd always had but for some reason he seemed older than he had done when we left London. More grey hairs, more wrinkles around that award winning smile of his and those tell-tale glasses that he'd had for about a month.
"Do I have to get up? Can't you just carry me?" I whined as he started to get up and open the overhead luggage locker.
"Not unless you want to go right on back to London!" my older brother Noah cracked as he moved slowly past me towards the exit.
I love Noah almost more than anyone else in the world, and definitely more than my other brother (also Noah's twin) Jake, but sometimes he was completely clueless. Right now going back to London seemed like the best thing in the world to me.
I guess it's time to fill you in on a little family history. I'm Rosie Lyman youngest child of former deputy chief of staff to President Bartlett Josh Lyman and his former assistant Donna Moss (now of course Lyman).
I have two brother's Jake and Noah who are twins and I am the reigning public speaking champion of the Kensington American High school London but someone else will win my crown this year because I won't be there. I'll be in America.
We moved to England when I was two and my brothers were five because my father was offered a place as a professor of Politics at Kings College London. My mother decided it was ok to move as he was offered the position just before Noah and Jake weren't due to start to Kindergarten until the following fall so they could start school in England so we've always been educated in England. Although we've gone to American schools in London and have American parents we've always felt partly English but me more so than my brothers as I don't remember living in Washington.
Ok I do remember one thing. I remember sitting on the knee of my father's best friend Sam Seaborn with his daughter Helena who was exactly the same age as me on the other knee whilst he read us "the Cat in the Hat" but that is probably because we see them every summer as we have spent every summer since we left with them at my families summer house in Martha's Vineyard.
Even though we only e-mailed during the school year Helena is still one of my closest friends but we are pretty different and I didn't know how our friendship was going to stand up to going to school together every day. Besides that I was quite cross with her family as her dad was the reason that we had to come back to Washington in the first place.
After countless terms as a congressman for California he had decided to run for president and had asked my dad to run his campaign and, if he got in, to be his chief of staff. My dad had decided months previously that he was fed up of just talking about politics and wanted to get back in and get his hands dirty again so he didn't need asking twice and it was decided that the Lyman family were going back.
I'd protested, asked to be able to stay with friends, said I'd go to boarding school. I tried everything to try and stay in England but their minds were made up. The whole family were going back to America and there was nothing I could do to stop it so I had better just get used to it.
I seemed to float through the airport as we made our way through customs and passport control and collected our large amounts of luggage. I wanted to go to sleep and wake up back in my shoe-box sized bedroom in our apartment back in London.
It didn't feel real until we got through to the other side and saw Sam waiting for us on the other side of the barrier. I hadn't seen Sam for about a year as we hadn't been to the Vineyard this year what with moving and all. I was shocked how much older he looked although I guessed my dad would probably look the same to Helena and her older brother Max as they hadn't seen him for as long.
Sam enveloped me in a hug as soon as I got round the other side and said "Hiya Kiddo! How are you?"
"Good thanks" I stammered in reply not sure how to take this at 8:15am
"Listen, Helena's really sorry she can't be here because she was at a party last night and spent the night with a friend but she'll call round tomorrow morning so that you guys can walk to school together."
Sam greeted everyone else just as effusively then rushed us out to his car. I gazed unenthusiastically out of the window at the city that I didn't recognise as we crawled through the rush hour traffic towards our house.
We finally pulled up in front of a large house that I didn't recognise and my dad smiled and said "Here we are: Home sweet home". I stared out at the large dark house and all I could think was "this may be my house but it will never be my home".
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I'd like to know what you guys think so e-mail me at cj412@hotmail.com And subject it homecoming
Information: - Sorry in advance for any bits of the American school system that I get wrong, I am but a poor English girl. As ever feedback is gladly accepted!
Timeline: - I think I'm going for around 2022 but this may be inconsistent so don't hold it against me
**************************************************************************** ************
Homecoming
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Washington DC. Local time is 7:30am and the weather is set for pleasant 25 degrees Celsius today and a beautiful Labour Day weekend. On behalf of United Airlines I would like to thank you for choosing to fly with us today and wish you a pleasant stay here in Washington or a safe onward journey."
"Rosie Honey, come on it's time to wake up. We're here."
Ugh! I groaned as I was woken form my light sleep by the crackly distant voice of the captain and the closer, far more real voice of my father. I opened one eye and peered at my father who was sitting next. He had the same brown curly hair, kindly brown eyes and "don't you want to vote for me?" smile that he'd always had but for some reason he seemed older than he had done when we left London. More grey hairs, more wrinkles around that award winning smile of his and those tell-tale glasses that he'd had for about a month.
"Do I have to get up? Can't you just carry me?" I whined as he started to get up and open the overhead luggage locker.
"Not unless you want to go right on back to London!" my older brother Noah cracked as he moved slowly past me towards the exit.
I love Noah almost more than anyone else in the world, and definitely more than my other brother (also Noah's twin) Jake, but sometimes he was completely clueless. Right now going back to London seemed like the best thing in the world to me.
I guess it's time to fill you in on a little family history. I'm Rosie Lyman youngest child of former deputy chief of staff to President Bartlett Josh Lyman and his former assistant Donna Moss (now of course Lyman).
I have two brother's Jake and Noah who are twins and I am the reigning public speaking champion of the Kensington American High school London but someone else will win my crown this year because I won't be there. I'll be in America.
We moved to England when I was two and my brothers were five because my father was offered a place as a professor of Politics at Kings College London. My mother decided it was ok to move as he was offered the position just before Noah and Jake weren't due to start to Kindergarten until the following fall so they could start school in England so we've always been educated in England. Although we've gone to American schools in London and have American parents we've always felt partly English but me more so than my brothers as I don't remember living in Washington.
Ok I do remember one thing. I remember sitting on the knee of my father's best friend Sam Seaborn with his daughter Helena who was exactly the same age as me on the other knee whilst he read us "the Cat in the Hat" but that is probably because we see them every summer as we have spent every summer since we left with them at my families summer house in Martha's Vineyard.
Even though we only e-mailed during the school year Helena is still one of my closest friends but we are pretty different and I didn't know how our friendship was going to stand up to going to school together every day. Besides that I was quite cross with her family as her dad was the reason that we had to come back to Washington in the first place.
After countless terms as a congressman for California he had decided to run for president and had asked my dad to run his campaign and, if he got in, to be his chief of staff. My dad had decided months previously that he was fed up of just talking about politics and wanted to get back in and get his hands dirty again so he didn't need asking twice and it was decided that the Lyman family were going back.
I'd protested, asked to be able to stay with friends, said I'd go to boarding school. I tried everything to try and stay in England but their minds were made up. The whole family were going back to America and there was nothing I could do to stop it so I had better just get used to it.
I seemed to float through the airport as we made our way through customs and passport control and collected our large amounts of luggage. I wanted to go to sleep and wake up back in my shoe-box sized bedroom in our apartment back in London.
It didn't feel real until we got through to the other side and saw Sam waiting for us on the other side of the barrier. I hadn't seen Sam for about a year as we hadn't been to the Vineyard this year what with moving and all. I was shocked how much older he looked although I guessed my dad would probably look the same to Helena and her older brother Max as they hadn't seen him for as long.
Sam enveloped me in a hug as soon as I got round the other side and said "Hiya Kiddo! How are you?"
"Good thanks" I stammered in reply not sure how to take this at 8:15am
"Listen, Helena's really sorry she can't be here because she was at a party last night and spent the night with a friend but she'll call round tomorrow morning so that you guys can walk to school together."
Sam greeted everyone else just as effusively then rushed us out to his car. I gazed unenthusiastically out of the window at the city that I didn't recognise as we crawled through the rush hour traffic towards our house.
We finally pulled up in front of a large house that I didn't recognise and my dad smiled and said "Here we are: Home sweet home". I stared out at the large dark house and all I could think was "this may be my house but it will never be my home".
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I'd like to know what you guys think so e-mail me at cj412@hotmail.com And subject it homecoming
