Rating: PG
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Summary: Josh's thoughts at the end of "War Crimes".
Spoilers: all the way up through "War Crimes"
Category: Donna/Other, Josh/Donna, romance, angst
Notes: Donna came calling last night, Josh popped in this morning, so I'm assuming Cliff'll come harrassin' some point this afternoon. [g]
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It's Sunday night and I'm sitting outside on a park bench with Donna. This is not a social visit, this is all business.
I look around at the park we're sitting in, trying to find something to talk about with her to pass the time. Don't get me wrong, I'm still angry. That sense of betrayal I felt earlier when she told me about Cliff sits in my stomach like a bad egg-salad sandwich, but I'm not going to let that bastard know it. So I hide my feelings, even to her. It's safer that way.
My glance falls upon her. She's still sitting ramrod straight, barely even touching the arm I put around her a while ago. Unlike me, her feelings right now are easily readable. She's afraid. Afraid of what? Is there something in that diary she doesn't want to be read by Cliff? Something incriminating?
I shake my head at the thought. She told me there wasn't anything in there that they should care about, and I believe her. She wouldn't lie to me. She's tried before, and failed.
I place my hand on her shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze. Still no reaction from her. I sigh and begin to let my mind wander briefly.
Could there be something in there about me, something she fears Cliff might reveal to me in some sort of strange male-bonding? Something that would be incriminating to her emotionally? Or is that my ego talking?
I sigh again and begin looking around once more. Too many questions and never enough time to find out all the answers.
As my gaze passes the water fountain, I catch sight of Cliff returning. His expression is neutral, like any good politician. But I'm better.
I look again to Donna, who still hasn't relaxed. I feel a little tug at my heart. Yes, I'm still angry, but I hate to see anyone I care about hurting. Even if they did screw up.
I tap her on the shoulder and she turns her attention to me. I nod in the direction of the fountain and she glances over to see Cliff. Her forehead furrows in annoyance, and I look at him as well. It must be his expression, she can't stand that neutral expression.
We stand up, waiting for Cliff. I keep my eyes forward, expression just as neutral, but I see out of the corner of my eye that she's looking at me. She's got that annoyed look once again. She'd make a terrible politician.
Her attention then returns to Cliff now that he's approached us. I quickly glance at her and see that her expression is that of a woman determined to face her mistakes, no matter what. I can't help but feel a sense of pride that temporarily replaces the anger.
I return my gaze to Cliff, making sure my neutral mask is firmly in place. He won't win, not if I can help it. No matter how angry I am.
THE END
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just like to play with them for a little
while and then return them relatively unharmed. I make no money off
writing this, so no point in suing me! :)
Feedback: Please! I love it!
Archive: Sure, just ask first please! It'll also be available on
http://www.pixies-bookshelf.com/fic/archive.asp.
Summary: Josh's thoughts at the end of "War Crimes".
Spoilers: all the way up through "War Crimes"
Category: Donna/Other, Josh/Donna, romance, angst
Notes: Donna came calling last night, Josh popped in this morning, so I'm assuming Cliff'll come harrassin' some point this afternoon. [g]
*****************
It's Sunday night and I'm sitting outside on a park bench with Donna. This is not a social visit, this is all business.
I look around at the park we're sitting in, trying to find something to talk about with her to pass the time. Don't get me wrong, I'm still angry. That sense of betrayal I felt earlier when she told me about Cliff sits in my stomach like a bad egg-salad sandwich, but I'm not going to let that bastard know it. So I hide my feelings, even to her. It's safer that way.
My glance falls upon her. She's still sitting ramrod straight, barely even touching the arm I put around her a while ago. Unlike me, her feelings right now are easily readable. She's afraid. Afraid of what? Is there something in that diary she doesn't want to be read by Cliff? Something incriminating?
I shake my head at the thought. She told me there wasn't anything in there that they should care about, and I believe her. She wouldn't lie to me. She's tried before, and failed.
I place my hand on her shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze. Still no reaction from her. I sigh and begin to let my mind wander briefly.
Could there be something in there about me, something she fears Cliff might reveal to me in some sort of strange male-bonding? Something that would be incriminating to her emotionally? Or is that my ego talking?
I sigh again and begin looking around once more. Too many questions and never enough time to find out all the answers.
As my gaze passes the water fountain, I catch sight of Cliff returning. His expression is neutral, like any good politician. But I'm better.
I look again to Donna, who still hasn't relaxed. I feel a little tug at my heart. Yes, I'm still angry, but I hate to see anyone I care about hurting. Even if they did screw up.
I tap her on the shoulder and she turns her attention to me. I nod in the direction of the fountain and she glances over to see Cliff. Her forehead furrows in annoyance, and I look at him as well. It must be his expression, she can't stand that neutral expression.
We stand up, waiting for Cliff. I keep my eyes forward, expression just as neutral, but I see out of the corner of my eye that she's looking at me. She's got that annoyed look once again. She'd make a terrible politician.
Her attention then returns to Cliff now that he's approached us. I quickly glance at her and see that her expression is that of a woman determined to face her mistakes, no matter what. I can't help but feel a sense of pride that temporarily replaces the anger.
I return my gaze to Cliff, making sure my neutral mask is firmly in place. He won't win, not if I can help it. No matter how angry I am.
THE END