Author's note and disclaimer:
Okay I know I have another Josh/Donna fic, but that's AUish. I was so in love with last night's episode I thought I'd start a new more realistic one. I don't have re-watch capabilities here at school so I'm going with what I remember. I'll probably do it weekly to try and work with the show. There are SPOILERS in here…set during the episode ELECTION DAY (part 1). Please review! I own nothing sadly, but they're finally allowing Josh and Donna to head to the next level which I would have done four years ago, but hey it makes for a great ending. Oh and also, I don't know if this title has been used, I'm a little worried it has. If that is the case I will switch it immediately and no plagiarism is intended, I just like it, but it seems like one that could easily be out there.
I'm sharing a bed with him. I never thought we'd make it. I was scared as I walked away and he came to me and consumed me. I felt his weight on top of me and I tried not to cry. I had dreamed of this for years, I've wanted him for years. I think in a way I have. He held me and I allowed myself to believe that I was the luckiest girl alive. I was his finally; I knew in that moment that this was real and that there was no turning back. I'll never be with another; I'd rather die than sleep with someone else. After years of gomers, I'm no longer young, but I've waited nine years for this moment. It's been the longest road I've traveled, at his side, waiting for him to reach out to me. Maybe he didn't reach out, but he grabbed on, now I'm here. This is the point of no return, I can feel in my heart that we've finally crossed that line and the dream I've had for nine years is finally becoming a reality. I thought about the stars that I've wished on, I've wished for this when I blow out my birthday candles. Perhaps you're thinking I wished I could be with Josh. That's not quite it, I wished I could be happy, and find someone who made me feel cherished. You're correct if you're shaking your head…I guess for me it has always been him I've been thinking of. I was quiet after he curled up next to me, but he didn't believe for one second that I was asleep.
"Donna," he waits.
I don't say anything, but I move my hand to his head of curls where it rests on my chest.
"Are you okay," he's waiting, but I don't know if I am.
"Go to sleep Josh," he's tired, we both are.
"Donna," he's mumbling now.
"Shush, its okay," and it is. I don't know how, but it's ok.
I'm frantically dressing and he appears with a smile and hesitancy in his eyes. I'm in my bra, I feel naked down to my core. I never realized that being so intimately scrutinized by someone you're so close to makes it so real. It makes it real that he knows my body now too; we're not where we were anymore. He's studying me and I can't help but shiver internally. I can't bring myself to answer his questions, to take it seriously because deep down I know what this means. I can't really believe what just happened. So I leave for coffee and I come back to find people there, it's not fair, I was actually ready to talk to him. As I was pouring the coffee I realized what I was doing. I was getting him coffee, I'm not Donna the assistant anymore. He takes the coffee and we're off and running.
I've gotten him back into bed. He's obsessing over the numbers and I'm so worried about him. It was just as wonderful this time around and we're watching TV, I can picture us doing this someday, have it be a house and not a hotel room.
"Do you have Donna?" That's what we hear.
Josh snickers, I love the way that sounds. He has me; I hope he knows he always has.
Josh has been a wreck this whole day, the sex didn't distract him for long enough.
He's gone outside after Lou managed to get him to shut up. I tell him I'm here to make sure he's okay. I know he isn't, he's been doing this for too long, "Josh, you're done, it's out of your hands."
I don't think he's listening, but he does fade away. I want to yell at him to come back and although I'm always going to be here for him, I'm angry. It's not fair that just as we've found each other I'm going to lose him again. I'm going to lose him to the damn White House. What about us? It's not fair to ask him, and I would never dream of it, but sometimes, especially now, I wonder if we'll ever get the time to just be us. He's a million miles away in electoral math, numbers, percentages, strategies, talking points and I'm right here. We're almost touching, but I've never felt so purposefully distanced. This spark we have, almost nine years, it deserves to catch. It has. He needs to see that I'm here; I have to be here now. I've made my choice, I've chosen Josh and in doing so I've chosen a future as a politician's partner, maybe even as a wife. Abbey Bartlett would criticize me, then again, she knows, they all know. I knew and Josh knew what was between us, but there was Cliff, Amy, Mandy, all these people between us. What about now? There's no one here, no one in the way but us and the choices we've made. I would do anything he asked of me, out of love.
She's standing next to me and I want to apologize to her. I want to tell her that I'm so dreadfully sorry for treating her the way I have. I want to tell her that last night was the most magical moment I've had in years, maybe ever. She told me to sleep, things were okay, and I did. Nobody can take care of me like Donna, according to her, "you have to get Josh." She's more qualified than any woman, any person I've ever met. I'm in so deep here, the Congressman is with his family. His wife is taking care of him; tomorrow he may well be the next president of the United States of America. I have at least four more years, possibly as Chief of Staff. In amongst all the numbers, along with all the oddities of this election, the ball tonight, and the coverage, is my future. I don't listen to the voice in my head enough; right now it's begging me to think about Donna. I can't, she's the one thing I haven't screwed up and right now we're okay. So I sit and wait in silence and pray someday it'll come out right.