Title:- My Angel

Author:- Lu

Disclaimer:- I don't own anyone or anything that you recognise, anything else is a creation of my overactive imagination.

Summery:- Josh and Donna through some tough stuff. Leading to the rest of their lives.

A.N - This is my first attempt at a West Wing fic. Please let me know what you think. Good or Bad? You choose.

Josh's POV

I walked into my office after a quick trip to the toilet and the coffee machine. I needed something to keep me awake. Me and my office companion. But she wasn't there, until I looked to the sofa and there she lay sound asleep. Who could blame her? I, Josh Lyman was the worst boss in he world. I keep my senior assistant here until all hours of the night and expect her just to get on with it. She is the best person in my life and looking at her now, she is my angel. She's always been there for me no matter what has happened in my life.

I look at her as she sleep. Her legs are crossed at the ankle, one hand is under her head while the other lays on her stomach. She looks at peace in herself, a slight smile crosses her face as she sleeps. I go back to my desk and look over the file we were reviewing and writing notes on for a while. She lets out a moan. I look back up at her and noticed her expression has changed. She looks in pain. The her face relaxes again. I choose to ignore it, thinking she is having a bad dream. When she lets out the moan again I walk around my desk to her side. I watch as she brings her knees up to her chest and her eyes screw tightly shut again. "Donna." I gently shake her. "Donna wake up it's all right, I'm here." I tell her. Slowly her eyes open but still she looks in pain. "Donna tell me what's wrong?"

"I don't know. Get someone." She manages to squeak out.

Hearing her like that scares me. Donna is the strong one, she's not allowed to be the weak one, that's reserved for me. I rush out the office, not knowing who is still here. Who am I supposed to get anyway? I run along one of the corridor's and by chance bump into Doctor Bartlett. "Just the person, Doctor Bartlett can you come with me?"

"Josh, what's the matter?" She asks as she hurries along beside me.

"Something's wrong with Donna." Is all I manage to say as we reach my office. Donna is still on the sofa, tears streaming from her beautiful face. "It's okay Donna. I found Doctor Bartlett."

"Donna, look at me?" Doctor Bartlett tells her. Donna weakly lifts her head. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Really painful cramps in my stomach, blinding headache, soreness in my chest." Donna croaks out. I reach for her hand which she grips tightly too. I look to Doctor Bartlett who gives me a knowing look.

"Donna, is there a chance you could be pregnant?" She asks looking back down to Donna. We both look at her, she looks guiltily as she nods. "Josh, here is what you need to do, take her in your car to the hospital. If we call an ambulance this late, there will be a media circus awaiting you at the hospital."

"Do you know what's wrong?" I ask, although I have a fair idea.

"I think Donna is experiencing a miscarriage." She says quietly as she hears Donna crying again.

"Donna don't worry, I'll get you out of here." I reassure her. How could this be happening to my Donna? Why didn't she tell me she was pregnant? In fact who was she pregnant by? These weren't really questions I should be thinking about right now. My main priority is to get Donna out of here and get her proper medical attention.

I am sitting in the waiting area of the OB/GYN floor in the GW hospital. The doctor has been in with Donna for a while. She was taken right away as soon as we arrived. The staff have been asked to keep this quiet so Donna doesn't get hassled by anyone. My mind is reeling wondering how she is and how she is coping. The baby wasn't mine but I am grieving as if it had been.

A nurse gently shakes my shoulder bringing me back from the dream world I had been in. "Mr Lyman, the doctor will speak to you now." She is a kindly old lady, with a smile that would melt the hearts of everyone she spoke to.

"Thank you." I squeak ot as I head towards Donna's room. I can hear muffled speech coming through the door before it opens and Donna's doctor walks out.

"Mr Lyman. Miss Moss asked if I would speak to you and let you know that she is all right." The doctor spoke quickly.

"Is she really all right. Donna can be quite forceful if she wants something badly enough."

"She certainly is forceful but I can assure you she will be fine. Physically she is but emtionally she may take time to come to terms and deal with what has happened. Miss Moss was almost twelve weeks pregnant. It can be hard to deal with a miscarriage at any stage but the longer the foetus is in the womb sometimes the harder it can be to deal with it."

"Can I see her?" I ask, desperate to see my darling Donna for myself. I wouldn't be satisfied until I had spoken to her myself.

"Yes. She is a little sleepy so please only stay for a while." The doctor explained. "If there is anythign else you need just speak to me before you leave."

"Thank you doctor." I tell him befor he walks away. Hesitating with my hand on the door handle, I take a deep breath before entering the room. Donna's lying on the bed, facing the window. Her knees are drawn up to her chest and one arm is hanging from the side of the bed. As I get closer to the bed I realise she is already asleep. She's had one tough night. Who can blame her?

Although she is asleep, I can't resist the urge to sit beside her and watch her sleep. I pull the chair closer to the bed and take her hand into my own. "My sweet Donna. Don't you worry about a thing." I tell the beautiful sleeping form in front of me.

"I'm sorry." I hear the whisper before looking down. I see the bright eyes of Donna staring up at me, tears pooling in them.

"Hey, what have you to be sorry about?" I sooth her, gently pushing the hair from her face. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"But I didn't tell you that I might be pregnant." She said, her voice close to breaking. One lone tears sliding down the alabaster skin of her cheek.

"That doesn't matter. I know you would have told me eventually. I just want you to know that I am here for you. You don't have to worry about anything. I promise you that I will always be here for you."

"That means a lot Josh." She tells me before her eyes flutter close. The hold she has on my hand loosens as she falls into a deep, hopefully peaceful slumber.

I wait a little while longer, before kissing her cheek. "Goodnight, my darling." I whisper before leaving the room.