Title: Joshua Lyman: 21st Century Protagonist (1/1)
Author: Liz Huisman
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own these wonderful characters. I own their actions in this story, but not them.
Spoilers: Nope. This is taking place later on in the season, when Josh is on trial for the whole MS thing.
A/N: I wrote this story sometime this summer, while ff.net was down for a long period of time. Well, I was searching through old stuff on my hard drive, and voila! Story! Josh/Sam slashy type, and Josh/Oliver Babbish slash bits (provided by Sam, of course!) Josh POV. Enjoy…
Summary: I have come to the conclusion that I am, indeed, a protagonist. Of the 21st century.
I have come to the conclusion that I am, indeed, a protagonist. Of the 21st century.
Donna doesn't believe me. She says I'm just an over actor. Well, I'm not. I'm a protagonist.
I see Sam coming. He'll believe me.
"Sam!"
"You're back so soon?"
"Sam, it's midnight."
"Well, I wouldn't know that. Toby's held me hostage all day."
"I think Babbish was about ready to tie me to the chair."
"Feisty little devil, isn't he?"
"He'll never get his hands on me! Slut."
"Toby said the same thing. Except I believe he used the phrase 'sexual predator' instead."
"Whatever works."
"As I always say."
"You do not. You say 'oops'."
"I do not!"
"Did you know I'm a protagonist?"
"What?"
"Of the 21st century."
"Huh?"
"Is that all you do?"
"Josh?"
"What?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Webster's defines protagonist as 'the principal character in a drama or story'. That's me. I'm in the center of this nauseating drama this week. It's the 21st century. I'm a 21st century protagonist."
"What has Babbish done to you?"
"Made a few too many moves for my comfort."
"Josh!"
"Actually, I just like the word protagonist."
"Really…"
"Yes."
"You're annoying at midnight, you know that?"
"Then why do you come see me every night?"
Sam was speechless. I grinned in ultimate satisfaction. "And they wonder why I got a 750 on my verbal!"
"Oh, don't start with that…"
"So. I'm a protagonist."
"How about I just agree?"
"How about that?"
"You're a protagonist."
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"That's what you said!"
"No."
"Josh?"
"I'm a 21st century protagonist!"
"Whatever you say, Josh."
"SO if I said that I want you, right here, right now, you'd agree?"
"No!" Sam looked horrified.
"But… oh come one."
"Josh?"
"It doesn't sound like a bad idea… oh, shit. I said that aloud, didn't I?"
"Yes, Josh, you… animal!"
"Please don't resort to using bad Austin Powers lines."
"That was a bad movie, Josh."
"Horrible. That Number 2 was the worst character in the whole thing!"
"I totally agree."
"But he WAS hot."
"You weren't supposed to say that."
"Trying to improv. Guess it didn't work."
"Failed miserably."
"I'll go back to saying what I'm supposed to say, okay?"
"Great idea."
"I need to go home. Babbish wants me here at 6:30 tomorrow… err… today."
"He just never quits does he?"
"Okay, would you quit with the whole me/Babbish slash bits? I'm sure our many fans are becoming quite nauseous as we speak."
"Fine."
"So, I'm going."
"I'll go with you. We could stop at some 24-hr deli."
"Ahh… food. Let's."
I grabbed my coat from a chair and Sam followed me out of the office.
"Tomorrow, you need to help me convince Donna that I am a protagonist, okay?"
"I'm not getting involved in your losing battles with Donna."
"Sam, pl—hey! I resent that."
"It's the truth. I'm not getting involved."
"But… I'm a protagonist."
"Josh, you're obsessed."
"No. I'm a protagonist."
END
