Notes: Josh/Donna, set approximately a week after 2162 Votes. Might be a stand alone, but might make it a series. West Wing & the characters belong to NBC, John Wells, etc.

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100 Years


He had always enjoyed going to the Kennedy Center, it didn't matter what for, but the grandness of the place had always stunned him. It seemed every time he came, he had something important on his mind. This time was no different, this time was the same as the rest.

He took the elevator up to the second floor and went onto the terrace. It was his special place when he was here – no one ever took the effort to come up here. He figured he wouldn't be hassled, he could sit in peace.

The lights in the city were beautiful, the river weaving in between the skyscrapers and the stars were brighter than ever. He sat down at one of the benches and just adored the sky. Nothing else mattered right now, but why was so much on his mind?

"I'm going crazy…" he muttered under his breath.

"No, no you're not."

Her voice surprised him, he didn't want to turn around and have it just be some voice in his head. He couldn't resist, he turned slowly to see her standing there, beautiful as always, and in the moonlight she looked like a glimmering beauty from above.

"I knew you'd be up here, it's your secret place."

She came across the terrace and sat down beside him. He kept his head down, afraid to look into her eyes, into the eyes he couldn't resist. She grabbed his hand and intertwined in with hers.

He gasped a breath of air and turned and faced her. It hurt, it hurt all this time being without her, and now, he didn't know how he could spend one minute without her.

"God, Donna, you look… stunning."

She gently smiled back at him, while laying her head on his shoulder. "It's beautiful out tonight."

"It's not as beautiful as you."

He took her hand, stood up and implied the dance. Their bodies fit together as if they were always meant to be. They swayed in the music of the stars, alone in their own world for the time being.

He pulled away after a moment and stared down at his feet. "God, why is this so hard to do?" he thought.

"I can't believe we've wasted all this time, I mean, why was I so foolish all those years?" he told her, wrapping his hand in hers.

"It doesn't matter now, the only thing that matters is that we'll have each other for the rest of our years."

He took her back in his arms and they gently swayed. It was perfect, he was finally getting his girl.

FLASHBACK

They were wrapping up a lunch when he caught the corner of his eye. She was working for Leo now, as his press secretary. He was going to offer her a job, but Leo beat him to the punch. It was probably wiser as well… considering she would probably feel out of place working directly with Santos.

She was walking with a whole stack of papers and talking on her cell phone at the same time. She had that look on her face – the one when you're trying to get something but the other person is not being too flexible. She put on her 'anger' face and then it turned to a smile.

He sat there in awe, she was beautiful. How clueless had he been? How couldn't he have seen that the one true love of his life had been right in front of his nose this entire time? He slinked to the back, almost in a haze, ignoring any and all comments as he passed.

He walked up behind her and gently tapped her shoulder. She quickly turned around, a look of determination across her face. As soon as she realized it was him, it turned into a comforting smile.

"Hey," she said in a quiet tone.

"Hi," was all he could mutter. His throat was almost dry. He was choking over the right words.

"You guys almost wrapped up?" she asked.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter."

He stopped. He ran his hand through his hair and stared at his shoes. He decided now was a good time as any. He noticed an empty room to the left and grabbed her arm and dragged her in.

"What are you doing Josh? We have to get ready to go to the rally!" she insisted.

He shut the door behind him, took her papers and set them down. Impulsive Josh was becoming his favorite and he went in for the plunge.

"Donna, I don't know how much longer I can wait to do this."

And with that, he leaned in and started to kiss her. He was certainly afraid of rejection, but it was soon becoming apparent that she felt the same way. They pulled away after about a minute, with two large grins on their faces.

"Well, okay then."

End Flashback

He still couldn't believe he had done that. He was love sick and Donna was his only cure. He ran his fingers through her soft, blonde hair and wanted to throw her right down on the cement.

"We better get back downstairs before anyone notices," she whispers in his ear. She placed a kiss on his cheek on the way back.

"Yeah."

She started to walk away, but before she could get far enough away, he shouted to her, "Donnatella!"

She turned around, standing in the moonlight, "Yes?"

"I love you so much that it hurts."

He had said it and with that, she ran back to him and kissed him again. The concert was just going to have to wait for them.

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