TITLE: "I Can't Believe They Voted Me Out" (1/4)
RATING: AA
CHARACTERS: Toby and the gang
SUMMARY: Each person's view in order that they were voted out of the "fantasy survivor game."
POV: Each character.
DISCLAIMER: The characters used from the West Wing do not belong to me; they are the property of Aaron Sorkin.
TIMEFRAME: Continues from "Where's Gilligan?"
***DONNA***
As I am walking away from the group I feel total disbelief and humiliation. How could they possibly vote me out? And first of all things. What did I ever do to them? I bet this is Josh's doing. It reeks of something Josh would do.
I feel so terrible. I wouldn't have been quite so upset if I was second, but first? How degrading is that? Oh well, not much I can do now. However I will make a mental note to put nutri-sweet in all of Josh's coffee's from now on. That should teach him.
I was escorted to another part of the island and it was incredible. The hotel that I was taken to was so extravagant and the men that I noticed hanging around the lobby were just too yummy for words. Maybe being voted out first isn't so bad after all.
It means that I get first pick on all the beautiful meat that is hanging around. Which bikini should I wear down to the pool tomorrow?
I entered my room and it was breathtaking. This suite certainly cost someone a pretty penny. I placed my luggage down and flopped onto the bed. What was I going to do now that I was completely all alone? I wonder if that Jeff guy is staying overnight here somewhere?
I spent about ten minutes dwelling on what I should do when I finally decided to go and venture around the hotel. See what people who have lives do on a night out on a gorgeous island such as this.
As I entered the lobby I immediately caught the eye of a tall dark and well bronzed man who was wearing only his swimming trunks and leather sandals. Well he certainly has potential written all over that washboard stomach of his.
I took a seat outside on the patio and ordered a strawberry daiquiri from the waiter. Tall, bronzed and beautiful approached me.
"Hi," he said somewhat shy. He smiled and revealed a beautiful set of pearly whites. Well hello handsome I thought to myself.
"Hello there," I said as sweet as I could.
"May I take a seat and join you?" Forget the seat buddy just take me I wanted to scream.
I gestured to the empty seat that he was mentioning. "Please."
"My name is Diego Bianchi," he introduced himself offering me his hand. I would have rather been offered something else.
"It's nice to meet you Diego. I'm Donna."
"Just Donna?" He inquired.
"Donnatella actually but I prefer Donna."
"Why just Donna when Donnatella is such a beautiful name for such a beautiful lady." Oh God please let him take me now.
I smiled and tossed my hair back so that it would fall across my shoulders. Thank you Pantene. "You're very sweet Diego."
The waiter came and brought me my drink and Diego ordered himself a martini. "So Donnatella, what man would allow such a creature of beauty to be alone on a lovely night such as this? Surely he must know how lucky he is to have such a woman as you?"
Smooth, the man was smooth. "I am here as," how did I explain this? "I am here with many friends from work but they are not here yet." I over emphasized the friends but I believe I explained it well enough.
"That is such a shame that you have not been escorted by your (pause) husband?" He asked searching for my status.
I raised my left hand displaying the bareness of a ring. "No boyfriend either."
"That is so sad Donnatella. But not so sad for me," he winked.
A woman was slowly approaching our table and I at first paid her no attention but when she stopped beside Diego I suddenly was interested.
"Diego, I have been looking for you everywhere. I thought you were sleeping."
I felt my heart leap into my throat. I watched as Diego suddenly grew uncomfortable. The mystery woman shot a quick glance my way.
"Who is this Diego?" she asked him in a jealous tone.
"I'm sorry I didn't catch your name?" he said to me. He didn't take his eyes off of me. What the hell was this?
"I- I uh," I didn't know how to respond.
"This lady was so kind as to allow me to sit down while I waited for a table of our own. As you can see Gina all the tables are taken."
What? Don't tell me she was actually going to buy this line of bullshit. But she did. She smiled and leaned over and kissed the man of my dreams and he responded quite well to her. I was going to puke.
I stood up and said, "You know what. You can have my table. I have suddenly lost my appetite for what's outside." I walked away abruptly before they could say another word.
I went back up to my room and sat on the bed. I sure hope someone interesting gets kicked off tomorrow.
***ABBEY***
Now I know how Donna must have felt as she took the walk of shame. I'm not really bitter, but that could possibly change if I find out that Jed was one of those who voted against me. I'll make his life a living hell.
After I entered my room I took a long hot shower and ordered room service. Once I finished eating I called down to the front desk and was given the information of Donna's room. She was next door. How like Jed to make sure we all get to be together. I left my room and knocked on Donna's door. I wasn't expecting her to be in but she soon answered.
"Abbey!" she cried grabbing me and hugging me. "I am so glad you are here."
"Well thanks kid. I didn't know I would make someone so happy for being voted out," I teased.
"Oh no Abbey I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it that way."
"I know Donna. Can I come in?"
Donna moved away from the door. "Of course. Oh I am just so happy that I am not alone anymore. The past 24 hours have been a complete nightmare.'
"On a lovely island like this? How is that possible?"
Donna told me the tale of Diego. "I see how that is possible," I replied. Donna looked so sad. "You know what Donna. How about you and I go out? Show this island what two hot American women really are about."
"I'd love to." Donna went to grab her purse.
"Leave the money here Donna. We'll let Jed treat us." Donna smiled and put her purse back down.
We wandered around for over an hour and were soon back at the same patio where Donna was approached by Diego. I leaned over to Donna as she took a sip of her gin and tonic. "If you see the shit let me know. I'll give him a name he won't soon forget."
Donna and I began laughing. This was good. And a lot of fun too. We managed to ditch the secret service men who began to follow us once we departed the hotel.
"So," Donna began smiling. "Tell me what I missed."
"Well I know for a fact that they all felt just terrible for voting you out."
Donna hesitated on asking me what I already knew she was going to ask. "Did you vote me out?"
"Of course not Donna. I voted for Jed," I answered smiling. That was the first time I referred to him as Jed in Donna's presence. It felt good. It felt as though I was just a normal citizen and I haven't felt that way in a very long time.
"I voted for Josh," she admitted as though she had regrets.
"Don't be hard on yourself. He deserved it."
"Oh I'm not. I'd do it again in a second." I raised my glass to her for a toast.
"Here here!" I said.
"I'm glad to know that they felt bad for voting me out. They should you know. Because I think I would probably have had a pretty good chance."
"That's why they did it hon. You were their biggest threat. So you keep that in mind as they come in here one by one groveling."
"Okay," Donna said happy with the idea.
"I think CJ and Toby have a thing for each other."
"No?" Donna gasped. "Really?"
I nodded my head. "They fell asleep together on the beach. It was so sweet seeing them together. I think it's about time they give their heads a shake and realize the strong attraction they have to one another."
"Wow!" Donna exclaimed.
"Speaking of shaking heads. When are you and Josh going to do the same?"
Donna spit out her gin and tonic. "Pardon?"
"Oh come on Donna. You don't fool me. Just like CJ and Toby didn't fool me."
"Josh and I are just co-workers," she said trying to defend their situation.
"Yeah and I'm the Queen of Canada?"
"There isn't a queen in Canada? (pause) Is there?"
"No. But there should be. And if there was you could've been a contender."
"No. Josh changed my status remember?"
"Right," I said as if this was news to me. "And you still believe yourself to just be co-workers."
Donna began to blush. "Abbey there is nothing between Josh and I. Believe me please, when I say that."
"I believe there is nothing going on because neither of you have yet to step up to the plate. But believe you me, there is definitely something there for the both of you. Maybe you just don't want to admit it, or maybe you're afraid to admit it?"
"What would I be afraid of?"
"You tell me? Or better yet tell yourself. Because girl, I have seen the way you two look at each other. And it's not the same way you and your fellow "co-workers" look at each other. You two could set off your own fourth of July fireworks."
"I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do. But that's okay if you don't want to see it. If it were me in your shoes I would probably take some time with Josh myself," I winked at her.
"Josh has a girlfriend Abbey incase you have forgotten."
"Oh please. As much as I adore Amy she isn't Josh material."
"She isn't?"
"No," I wagged my finger at her. "But you are."
Donna didn't answer me. She looked around at the other guests who were occupying the island. "It's a beautiful night," she said.
"Yes it is," I agreed glancing around.
"I bet it will be a lot better when Josh gets here too," I teased.
"You don't think he'll win?"
"Not as long as there is a breath in Toby's body I don't," I said smiling. We enjoyed a laugh and finished off our drinks. Then we headed back inside the hotel. Once we were outside our perspective rooms Donna asked me a question.
"Abbey, do you really think that Josh might like me?"
"I'd bet my children on it."
***JED***
I can't believe the nerves on those sons of bitches. Don't they know who I am? How could they turn on me like that? I stopped walking and began laughing out loud to myself. Of course they were going to turn on me. I would have done the same if I was in their position. I mean after all I deceived everyone of them excluding Abbey.
Oh my sweet Abbey. I can't wait to be with her again. For the first time in a long time we can actually spend some quality time together without the complications of countries blowing each other up. That usually puts a damper on the mood.
The secret service lead me to the Abbey's room and I was all ready to surprise her but she wasn't there. I am assuming she has gone out with Donna. I took a shower and by the time I was finished Ron had room service brought up for me. It's always great to have people helping you out.
Okay it's after ten and there is still no sign of Abbey. That's it, I'm going to look for her. In my disguise that was given to me I wore a bright Hawaiian shirt with khaki shorts and tan sandals. A black wig adorned the top of my slight grayish hair (yes slight) and I wore dark sunglasses and a fake mustache.
Checking myself out in the mirror I couldn't help but think of how cool I looked. I left the hotel room and went in search of my wife and Donna. As I stepped out into the patio there were atleast a few dozen people socializing on the terrace. Many were in the pool, at the bar, at tables and some were even dancing to the annoying music that was playing.
But the main thing I noticed is that all these people were so young. Where were the hip people of my age range? I searched for any sign of Donna or Abbey but I came up empty. At the bar I ordered a scotch and I hung back and watched the young people of a complete and irrational generation as they partied on.
Man do I feel old. A young girl who bore a striking resemblance to one of my grand-daughter's Barbie dolls came over and sat beside me. She was the first one to strike up a conversation with me.
"Hey handsome, how would you like it if I let you buy me a drink?"
Is she for real? "I wouldn't," was my reply. It seemed to have caught her off guard. I bet she hasn't heard the word no since she tried to play with matches as a toddler.
She giggled this annoying sound. "I'm sorry," she said assuming I must have been mistaken for turning her down.
"You heard me the first time. Say, shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Mine or yours?"
"Little girl I'm married. Do your parents know you are here?"
"Geez mister you're kind of a downer. I'm 18, I don't need to be babysat by my parents."
"Where are you from?" I inquired.
"I'm from America. The coolest country in the world where we party all the time and don't get bummed out by old horny men hanging out at bars," was this supposed to insult me?
"Not the America I come from kid," I said back. "Put some clothes on you look like a two dollar hooker." I threw some change down in front of her. "And for goodness sakes, call your parents and tell them you made a big mistake."
"And what mistake would that be?" she asked insulted and sarcastically.
"That you're a responsible adult," I got up and walked away. If I ever found any of my girls dressed like these kids were and hanging out doing God knows what I would have them locked up for life.
Disappointed that I didn't find my wife I headed back up to my hotel room. "Ah Mr. President?"
I turned slightly towards the voice that had called my name. "Shh I said to Ron when I noticed it was him. I don't want people knowing who I am. It will ruin all the fun out of this vacation."
"I apologize Mr. President. But I found the First Lady."
"Oh. That's great. Where was she?"
"She was in the room next door. Donna Moss is occupying that room Mr. President."
"Thanks Ron."
"Uh Mr. President. They don't wish to be disturbed Sir."
"Well it sucks to be them now doesn't it Ron."
"Excuse me Sir?"
"I'm going to disturb them Ron. Feel free to follow me if you wish but not too close. You'll cramp my style."
"Sir, maybe you would be better served if you were in your room for the night?"
"I'm not eleven years old Ron. I'm a big boy Ron. I can handle my wife."
"But she said specifically not to let you up there Sir." I had stopped walking and turned around to face Ron.
"She said that?"
"Yes Sir."
"Ron I'm going to need a few things."
"Whatever you need Mr. President."
"For starters I'd like some fresh strawberries, chocolate hot sauce, chocolate mousse, some champagne and," I was thinking of what else I might need.
"And Sir?"
"Lobster and shrimp. And I would like a lot. And also Ron, can you have the room service shut down from Donna's room please?"
"Of course Sir. Will there be anything else?"
"Yes. I'd like you to call Abbey once more and ask her to join me. Call me in my room with her response and I will confirm my next course of action then."
"Yes Sir." I continued walking. They way to my wife was through chocolate. And I was about to drown her in it.
It took ten minutes before Ron called me back with a rejection from Abbey. Now it was time to take matters into my own hands.
After hanging up with Ron I called the front desk and had them connect me to Donna's room. On the third ring Donna answered.
"Hello Donna, this is President Bartlet. Would you mind please putting my wife on the line." I waited while Donna whispered to Abbey that I was on the line.
"Abbey darling. I see that you haven't missed me."
"Jed, we're having a girls night out. I see that you didn't last long on that island without me."
"But I lasted longer than you sweetie pie."
Abbey chuckled. "I had assumed you would outwit, outlast and outplay. I believe that is the way the slogan goes is it not? Therefore I took it upon myself to make plans with Donna."
"Well then. I completely understand my dear. You stay and have your fun with Donna. I wouldn't want to interrupt a girls night."
Abbey didn't say anything at first. "Alright Jed, what's going on?"
"Why Abbey, what ever do you mean?"
"You know what I mean Jed. You don't get defeated easily. Why are you not putting up a fight about this?"
"Abbey. I am shocked that you would think I would fight with you over something as small and meaningless as this. You are right, you made plans and who am I to change them. I wouldn't deny you that now would I honey bunch."
I guess Abbey was considering what I said. Her tone softened. "Well that's very noble of you Jed because Donna and I are having a great time over here. I'm sorry that you can't join us, it being a girl thing and all."
"Nonsense Abbey. I am quite content being all alone in the room here. I've got champagne, lobster, shrimp, chocolate sauce to go with my fresh strawberries. I am extremely comfortable."
There was silence on the other end. "Abbey?" I repeated her name again. She didn't respond.
Suddenly there was loud knocking coming from my door. Who ever could that be? "I'm sorry. This room is occupied and is for men only." I shouted out.
I could hear Abbey getting hysterical on the other side of the door. "It's been reserved as a boys night out. Wish you could join us but with it being a male thing and all," I glanced at Ron who was hiding his laughter in a decorative pillow.
"And that my friend. Is how you handle my wife," I held out the plate of lobster offering it to Ron. This vacation was fun!