"I can't imagine you not being good at anything..."
"Oh, Josh..." Donna smiled and dodged an intern as she and Josh wound their way through the halls of the West Wing.
"...Unless it's getting to the damn point!"
"Fair enough."
"So?"
"So...So hypothetically, if someone told you that you weren't good at something that you thought you were good at and you're in a position where you can't go back and ask anyone else who'd be in a position to know if you were or weren't – "
"Weren't what?"
"Weren't good at it. Then what would you do?"
"Don't know. I'm good at everything."
"Well, I'm not – I mean, not everyone is. So do I – would one – simply go on with life never knowing, just waiting until the situation arises again, and when it does arise – because, face it Josh, it will – just panic in the face of overwhelming insecurities, thus making the original assessment a self-fulfilling prophecy... because it couldn't really be true what he said, could it?"
Josh paused outside the door to the Mural Room and turned back to his slightly breathless and distraught assistant.
His eyes crinkled as the edges of his mouth curled up.
"Donna, have you ever considered seeking professional help?" And with a full smirk and a shake of his head, he entered the room.
Donna spun and headed back full-stride towards the bull pen...
Professional help. Inexperience. Stupid man. Stupid men! What do they know? Should know better than to try and come to him for advice on ....
She stopped dead.
Of course! She was an adult. She had grown. She knew now how to handle the situation.
Paul had made his feelings perfectly clear on her "abilities" and unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, she hadn't gotten much practice or feedback from Cliff or Jack. Donna needed experience and she needed someone to give it to her.
She giggled and shook her head as she continued to her desk. She most definitely needed someone to 'give it to her'.
Now, who? Who could fit the profile of what she needed and be trusted not to spread it around? Someone that cared about this administration as much as she did, and also cared enough about her to help her out.
Someone, she figured, with objectivity who would tell her what was good and bad. Someone with plenty of experience and would work with her to help her improve. And not be a Republican, of course. She'd had way too many problems with them.
And sexy... sexy was a must.
There was really just one conclusion for her to come to ... It could only be him and no matter how awkward it would seem at first, she knew their friendship was strong enough that he would do anything she asked, if she really needed it.
Donna giggled to herself again – yep, she certainly really needed it. Oh God, what was she about to get herself into?
"Oh, Josh..." Donna smiled and dodged an intern as she and Josh wound their way through the halls of the West Wing.
"...Unless it's getting to the damn point!"
"Fair enough."
"So?"
"So...So hypothetically, if someone told you that you weren't good at something that you thought you were good at and you're in a position where you can't go back and ask anyone else who'd be in a position to know if you were or weren't – "
"Weren't what?"
"Weren't good at it. Then what would you do?"
"Don't know. I'm good at everything."
"Well, I'm not – I mean, not everyone is. So do I – would one – simply go on with life never knowing, just waiting until the situation arises again, and when it does arise – because, face it Josh, it will – just panic in the face of overwhelming insecurities, thus making the original assessment a self-fulfilling prophecy... because it couldn't really be true what he said, could it?"
Josh paused outside the door to the Mural Room and turned back to his slightly breathless and distraught assistant.
His eyes crinkled as the edges of his mouth curled up.
"Donna, have you ever considered seeking professional help?" And with a full smirk and a shake of his head, he entered the room.
Donna spun and headed back full-stride towards the bull pen...
Professional help. Inexperience. Stupid man. Stupid men! What do they know? Should know better than to try and come to him for advice on ....
She stopped dead.
Of course! She was an adult. She had grown. She knew now how to handle the situation.
Paul had made his feelings perfectly clear on her "abilities" and unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, she hadn't gotten much practice or feedback from Cliff or Jack. Donna needed experience and she needed someone to give it to her.
She giggled and shook her head as she continued to her desk. She most definitely needed someone to 'give it to her'.
Now, who? Who could fit the profile of what she needed and be trusted not to spread it around? Someone that cared about this administration as much as she did, and also cared enough about her to help her out.
Someone, she figured, with objectivity who would tell her what was good and bad. Someone with plenty of experience and would work with her to help her improve. And not be a Republican, of course. She'd had way too many problems with them.
And sexy... sexy was a must.
There was really just one conclusion for her to come to ... It could only be him and no matter how awkward it would seem at first, she knew their friendship was strong enough that he would do anything she asked, if she really needed it.
Donna giggled to herself again – yep, she certainly really needed it. Oh God, what was she about to get herself into?
