Disclaimer: They aren't mine they belong to the greater powers of
the "The West Wing" world and I don't claim them I just took them
away for a little joy ride and will have them safely returned before
their curfews.

"A Written Past"
By: Vangoghadmirer

Zoey was now a sophomore at Georgetown and during her Winter
Break; she needed to get some research done for an upcoming thesis
paper. And she once remembered seeing something in her father's
office at the house that would help her with it, but if she
remembered correctly, what she saw those years back was now in
storage. Therefore, she decided to rummage through all the boxes of
stuff and only hoped that someone had labeled all the boxes or she
might be there for an eternity.

She put on her coat and walked outside, where there was snow
all over the place; and she ventured over to the storage units in the
far end of the Bartlet farm. By the time she got to the exact place
where the box she was looking for would be found in. Zoey punches in
a code that would let her into the building. She walks in and flips
on the lights once the room lights up she sneezes.

"Must be all the dust in the room, now where could that box
be?"

She walks around and eventually finds the area that holds the
wanted boxes.

"Thank God, for Mom she labels everything," she states
looking at the boxes with Abby's handwriting-written office on the
side of the boxes, "well this is where I'm going to start."

She lifts the top box, places it on the floor, and carefully
opens it. Zoey shuffles through papers and not finding what she is
looking for she closes it up and gets the next box, after shuffling
through a few top papers she finds something a little more
interesting than what she was looking for-a rather large bundle of
envelopes and letters. Out of curiosity she undid the bundle and
opened the first envelope. She unfolds the letter from the past.

Abigail,

The day we met I could never get you out of my mind, you've
haunted my thoughts. I think I may have fallen in love with you. I
had originally planned to become a priest when I came to Notre Dame,
but when Leo introduced you to me I quickly changed my mind. Would
you, Abigail Barrington do me the honor of your company and go out on a
date on Saturday evening. I may be a fool but I believe you own my
heart now.

Your Admirer,
Josiah Bartlet

"Wow it's hard to believe that dad actually fell head over heals with
mom, which may explain why he is such a klutz," Zoey folds the paper
up and places it back in its envelope.

Then she digs out the next envelope and looks at the
handwriting on it, "This one was written by mom, wonder if it was in
response to dad's letter," she opens the envelope and unfolds the
letter from the envelope.

Josiah,

Thank you for a wonderful evening the other night. Although
I hope your knee is okay; that chair should have watched where it was
going. So since you've changed your major what do you plan to do now
except obsess over me. You were such a perfect gentleman when you
kissed me good-bye at my door and didn't even ask to come in. In two
weeks I'm going back home for the weekend and would like you to join
me, so I can introduce you to my parents. Oh, and I'll see you on
Friday at the movies.

Love,
Abigail

"My parents are hopeless romantics no wonder when they are together
you can never separate them."

Zoey hears footsteps and quickly stuffs the bundle in her
coat pocket.

"Zoey, what are you doing in here everyone's been looking for
you."

She turns around and faces a familiar person, "Charlie! You
scared me!"

The two young lovers leave the building and walk hand in hand
back to the farmhouse.

We still have a lot to learn from my parents' Zoey thinks to
herself.