Title: Angel

Author: Micky

Rating: PG

Archive: Sure, just let me know.

Feedback: Wanted, needed, craved, you get the idea.  Unless you want me to pull out the thesaurus.

Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Aaron Sorkin.  No money is being made.  No infringement intended.

Notes: Just a bit of fluff post-ep for Angel Maintenance

Air Force One finally landed. After the indicator light turned back on and the winds died down, everyone made it back. Almost 23 hours after they left the ground.

"I'm tired of dating Republicans. I think I'll go out with a Democrat. When do you think Sam might be free?"

Donna has made me choke on my water for the second time tonight. The first time was because of the "gripes my ass" comment. What man wouldn't have choked at that sentence? And the thought of Donna's ass. Not going there.

"What?"

"Nice to know I can still get your attention."

"Funny."

Donna moves from the doorway to the guest chair in front of my desk. I sigh slightly. The light outside my door makes Donna look angelic when she stands there. Of course, she looks angelic no matter where she is but more so there. I notice the big grin on her face.

"What's got you so happy at this hour?"

"I felt useful tonight, thanks."

"All I had you do was brief CJ on Air Force One maintenance."

"Yeah, but it was useful information and it helped her do important stuff."

"Are you admitting that there is useless information?"

"No, in fact, I learned something new today. Did you know that the first person to go over Niagara Falls was a 63 year old school teacher named Annie Taylor?"

"It's amazing how your brain can hold so much useful and useless information at the same time."

"Thanks Josh, that's a really nice compliment."

Comfortable silence filled the air for a few moments.

"I think you know how to date the worst Democrats possible."

"What?"

"Well there was Mandy and then Amy."

"Amy's not that bad."

"She smacks you on the head."

"So do you!"

"But I have license to."

She grins as if she's won.

"Well it's better to date bad Democrats than Republicans."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think Dr. Freeride, Commander Wonderful, and Cliff are proof that Republicans are ten times worse than the worst Democrat."

"Hmm."

Silence reigns again. I spend it subtly staring at Donna. She looks triumphantly tired. I'm glad I could give her a boost. Donna is so amazing. She helps me in so many ways, but I know that she doesn't often feel that she helps here in the White House. The small task of briefing CJ about maintenance on Air Force One had made Donna feel useful and I was glad.

"It was funny, CJ didn't know they called Air Force One Angel either."

"So maintenance on Air Force One is called Angel Maintenance?"

"And they let you into Harvard."

"I always thought that term applied to you."

"What? Angel Maintenance? What do you mean?"

"It's just that after I was shot....you were my angel. You pulled me back together. And you do it for me all the time. You're my angel maintenance."

Donna has that soft look in her eye. The one that means she thinks I'm the best man on earth. At least, that's what I like to think it means. She regains her composure.

"Thanks."

The word is said so softly most could barely hear it, but I'm not most.

She gets up and heads towards the door.

"I'm gonna go home and sleep for four hours. I'll see you when I get back."

She's almost out the door.

"Donna!"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think you'll be an 'Also dead'. I think it will be 'Josh Lyman and Donna Moss, who both work for the President, were killed by wild dogs'."

She smiles and walks out to her desk. Under one of those lights she once again looks angelic.