It's Just A Pen

AN: After watching the West Wing last night, I noticed when Charlie walks over that Donna is looking at the pen that Josh gave her. So, from that, I decided to write a little fluff piece from Donna's POV. Takes place at the end of Third-Day Story. ENJOY!!

It's a pen.

Yup, just a pen.

So why am I sitting here staring at it like it's a crown jewel or a new credit card? Why am I so enamored with the fact that I got a pen? It's a pen.

It's the pen that Josh got for me. He said that he was going to stop taking "blood donors" for granted.

And I was a blood donor. He was going to stop taking me for granted...

And now I know the reason why I love the pen. It's not the pen. It's the fact that Josh beat out delegates and senators and other staff members to get me this pen.

When Charlie came over I thought he would notice that I was staring at the pen. Luckily he didn't. Then, he told me about how the President made him promise to quit once he graduated college. It hit me when he walked away that Josh had never talked to me about me going back to college.

Did he care that I didn't even have a college degree? Did he care that I was probably one of the least qualified people working in the white house?

Something else hit me then. No, he didn't care. Instead, he had me work with congressmen and foreign leaders and the President. He let me go to a foreign country and sit in on peace talks with the CODEL and learn about the people of Arab nations.

He didn't care that I wasn't qualified. He didn't care that I was in a wheelchair and that I couldn't come at his every call. He came to me. He could have used the intercom, but he came to me.

He came to me in Germany. He came to me at the airport. He came to me at the office. These were all things that most people would not expect Josh Lyman to do. But he did them for me.

Of course, he could just be acting nice because I'm hurt. He could have just needed his assistant back. He may just feel bad for being the one that sent me to Gaza.

Or I may just give my mind permission to think what it wants because I want it to be true that Josh may...

What do I want to come after that? I want it to be true that he may love me. That was easy enough. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't.

I like the first one better. So, like I said, I'll live in fantasies.

I guess it's the common math problem. A equals B, B equals C, so A equals C. With a little difference.

Josh gave me the pen. I love the pen. I love Josh. So A gives C B, C loves B, so C loves A.

I was never good at math anyway. But I loved it and I loved him.

Wow, I got all this from a pen.

AN: So? Like, dislike? Please review. I have an idea of a series I want to start with all the obsessions that the West Wing staff have. Next time on "It's Just..." we have CJ with "It's Just A Job".