Disclaimer: ... yeah, sure, whatever.

A/N: So basically, in case you didn't read the summary or something, this is Leo waking up from his heart attack, because in my wonderful universe that's what happened.

A/N2: Happy Birthday to journalofcrime and CatAmongPidgeons!! Hope it's okay, I haven't done all that much TWW, I do adore this ship though.

A/N3: Talking of ships, this was MEANT to stop about half way through what it ended up being, but my brain went on and on and on. So sorry if it's OTT/OOC.

With a groan and a head like he was recovering from one of the hangovers he remembered all too well, Leo McGarry opened his eyes.

"Good morning, Mr Vice President," he heard, the words infused with laughter and coming from a blur that, once his eyes had focused, was revealed as Annabeth Schott.

He snapped to upright, tubes preventing him from swinging out of the hospital bed. "We won?"

Her laugh rang out again, slightly manic with relief. "You bet your ass we did, now lie down."

He stubbornly grabbed the bed remote and raised it to support his back, earning rolled eyes and a filthy look. Finally his eyes took her in, the dishevelled shirt and make-up free eyes so different from what he was used to. She registered his look and self consciously smoothed down her hair. A book rested on her knees, which he gently leant over to remove and sit on the table beside him, indicating she should pull her chair loser to the bedside. She slid off her reading glasses and placed them on top of the book, taking a deep breath. "Go," he said.

"Josh is going mental, he's trying to get Sam on as his him to his you or something, the President Elect is almost worse at being the President Elect than he is at being the Congressman. Aside from that, we're all on cloud nine, we won, Josh and Donna are all loved up, and you're in the land of the living which is saying something, but you're gonna have to go easy on that meat and stress and whatever else stuff again for a lil' while."

"Right, what can I do to help?"

"You can rest. At home, or in here if you prove incapable of that. It's called a heart attack, Leo, it's the leading cause of death across the world and you've had two, which makes me think you should sit down, shuddup and do whatever the good doctors tell you."

He scowled, brow furrowing. She automatically reached out to smooth it over, and they shared a look that had them both in fits of laughter. "Not campaigning anymore," he said, completing the effect with an authentic Leo-smirk.

She stood, bending down to press her lips to his head, hair falling over his face. "Your forehead still looks gorgeous," she whispered.

"So do you," he said, before logic could interrupt the path between his brain and his mouth. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she sat back down, a grin splitting across her face even while she refused to meet his eye. Still staring at the linoleum hospital floor, her right hand found his left and grasped onto it. He squeezed it back, unsure what to say. "Sorry."

Her head finally tilted upward, surprise colouring her tone. "What for?"

Struggling for how to put it, he remembered what she'd once said to him. "The tension."

"What tension?" she snorted and then descended into fits of giggles. "I think this is what they call a full circle, Mr McGarry."

"Something like that," he said.

She coloured again, mumbling, "I should call Josh." With her left hand she fished out her cell and dialled. "It's Annabeth. Yeah, he's awake," she said, "Okay, see you then." With her left hand still, she pushed the phone into her pocket. Maybe it was overkill, but she was loathe to let go with her right.

*grins* Nothing like a good bit of McBeth to perk me up.