None of your Business – Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own them, never will. This fic is for self satisfaction only.

A/n: This is my first Josh and Donna fanfic and my third fanfic ever. Please forgive me in advance for all the mischaracterizations and mistakes. This story takes place right after Memorial Day. There will be angst and self-pity, but then there will be smut (which I'll post as NC-17 when it comes). For now I think the rating is just PG-13.

Chapter summary: Josh comes back to work with a sour attitude.

I hate her. I hate that photographer. I hate her more. No, I don't hate her. I just resent her for breaking my heart like this. I know. I chickened out when she asked me about the talking before the phone rang. But I now know that it was the safest thing to do, because if I had told her the truth, she would have answered me with something like "I'm flattered Josh, but I only like you as a friend. I'm in love with Colin." And I would have looked and felt like a pathetic idiot. And I wasn't about to let that happen.

Now I just feel like a pathetic idiot sitting in this airplane, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, with a broken heart. How could she do this to me? I let her get away from me for a few days on an assignment and she manages to get herself blown up, and gets a photographer boyfriend in the meantime. I can only imagine what they were doing together in Gaza. I bet she took him to her room and had wild hot sex with him. How did she have time to write me those long emails, I mean, with all the sex that must have been going on?

I can't think about this. I've got to get back to work. I need to occupy my mind with something that is not Donna and her hot sex buddy. Not that I think he's hot, mind you. I guess that she must have been drawn to him for some sort of charm attribute. Ok, I need to stop thinking about Donna finding someone else charming. He's probably there now. He probably already met her mom and everything. I wonder if he'll move to the US so they can be together.

I try hard to push these thoughts away from my mind. I am insanely jealous and I am hurting, but I need to stay sane so I can go back to the one thing that I have that will not leave me for some hot photographer: my job.

My trip back from Germany was a blur. I remember getting my bags from the baggage terminal, but I don't remember getting out of the airplane. I remember collapsing in my bed with my shoes on, but I don't remember the ride home. I was in a trance. This morning I feel a little better. I am rested, and I am determined not to let Donna and her boyfriend drive me into the insane asylum.

Now I realize I can't live like this. Now that I know she doesn't love me, I need to get over her, fast. I'm not such a young man anymore. I can't be moping over some blond long legged Wisconsinian who doesn't love me back. I need to remedy this situation as soon as possible. Maybe I should call Amy. No, better not go there. I bet I can find someone else, who's neither Amy, nor Donna, who can make me happy. Well, I wouldn't go as far as happy, but at least content would be ok.

I walk into the West Wing and familiar faces don't even say "hi". They just ask, "How is Donna? When is she coming back?" What do I look like, an extension of Donna? I just nod politely and say "She's recovering; she'll be back in a few weeks."

I manage to make my way all the way into my office before someone catches onto my bitter expression and calls me on it. It's CJ, with a worried look on her face.

"Josh, what's wrong? Isn't Donna getting better? Is there something you're not telling us? What happened in Germany?"

"It's none of your business. Donna's fine, she'll be back soon, now if you'll just let me get to my work, we have a country to run here."

CJ is standing there, staring at me for a good minute and a half, tying to figure out what's going on. When I left to be with Donna, everyone just assumed that I'd open up to her and tell her how I felt. They never expected that I'd come back with such a sour attitude. CJ realizes that something must have gone wrong.

"Fine. I'll be in my office if you need to talk."

TBC