Author:  Cynthia Arrow

Disclaimers:  I don't own them.  Aaron Sorkin does.

Rating:  PG-13 for a stray curse word or two and a little innuendo.

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Title:  Donna Enthralls the West Wing

This takes place post-Sam, pre-Inauguration.

Donna's Experiment

"CJ, I'm still not sure why we're doing this," Donna said, walking through a D.C. department store, sampling perfumes.  CJ walked slightly ahead of her, not bothering to smell any of them but hunting in concentration for that one special bottle.

"You said yourself that you're tired of them treating you like you're invisible.  You told me, and I quote, 'I feel like an unattractive blob.'"

"I was being melodramatic.  I was PMSing, CJ.  Ask Josh.  He has no observation skills, and I think even he knows when it's my 'time.'  I'm a crazy mess."

"I don't think so.  I think the problem is you honestly don't believe you have any sex appeal."

"Probably because I don't."

CJ stopped and picked up a green, curvy bottle, searching it with her fingers.  "Au contraire, mon ami.  And here's what will help you prove it."

"CJ, if the point is to prove that I'm sexy—me, this Donna right here—why am I buying new clothes and trying on perfume?"

"Mere enhancement.  The charm and grace and body will be yours.  Now, here…test this."  She sprayed the perfume on Donna's wrist and Donna put it up to her nose.

"Wow.  It's…"

"Bold, yet unobtrusive?"

"Yeah.  And it's absolutely me.  Well, me on a really good day."

"That's what this next week is about—five days of you at the top of your game."

"Does this game really need to be played, CJ?"

"Josh Lyman, for one, needs to be taught a lesson.  He's treated you like a robot, servant, and kid sister all built into one for way too long.  He deserves it, Donna.  I'll bet that by the end of the week he's dreaming about you.  I'd even bet he's the kinky type."

"CJ!" she cried, then lowered her voice.  "I don't want all of that.  I just need to know that I've still got it…not that I'm sure I ever had it."

"You'll knock 'em flat."

Donna glanced at the price and shook her head.  "CJ, I can't afford this stuff.  Especially considering I won't have the courage to wear it more than a few times."

"Don't worry.  I'm buying."

"CJ…"

"Just a little bottle.  And it's a treat for me as much as for you.  Come on, Donna.  Believe it or not, I've always liked doing stuff like this."  Donna still had her arms crossed.  "I won't buy you anything at Christmas, if it'll make you feel better."

Finally, she said, "Okay.  Okay, CJ.  I'll keep reminding myself that this is your fault.  What's this stuff called anyway?"

"Enthrall."

Continued…