Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; they are the pawns of Sorkin and Wells.

Rating: PG

A/N: This piece was inspired in part by Chai's excellent fic, Buying Time, as well as the movie My Life. I was watching it today (unfortunate mustache, but at least BW plays an actual, you know, human being). Anyway, Michael Keaton's character is dying of cancer, so he makes these videotapes for his as yet unborn son to watch as he is growing up, about different things. It just got me to thinking, what would Josh do in the same situation? There may have been a similar fic to this in GCCA earlier; I can't remember. This just came to me and I thought I'd write it.

Fifth in a series of letters beginning with 25 Things to Live By

For those of you who wanted a happier resolution to this, I will be doing an alternate plot once I get finished with this particular avenue.

I'm sending this out unbeta'd, and I'm really really not sure about this one, so let me know what you think, pretty please!

This was inspired by the song "He Gets That From Me" by Reba McIntire that Lauren posted about. It just seemed to go along so well in the vein of 25 Things. I highly suggest you watch the video at the link Lauren provided.

Current Excuse for Feedback: Boy, is this one a doozy! Last night, my scooter and I were stuck on the second floor of our local movie theatre for an hour. I had gone to see a movie in the screening room, and the manager, who left early, either forgot or didn't know that I was there. They turn the elevator off, is the thing. So, no one had a key for either the elevator or the offices, not the projectionist, not security, not maintenance. They finally had to call a manager at home to come. Anyway, so I should score some free stuff out of the experience, and it's actually funny more than anything else, but I have now determined that if I write an autobiography, it shall be entitled The Scooter Chronicles :) Just thought y'all might like to know. All right, go ahead and read, you needn't humor me any longer. ;) Happy Saturday!

Joshua,

Well, hey there, mi amour. Just thought I'd drop you a note. It's been a while since we talked. A real long while, I should say. JJ came to visit for the weekend, and it got me to thinking, reminiscing, I guess. Anyway, so I stuck in my copy of the movie we made for JJ's Bar Mitzvah, and I just watched, and my heart, well, it just started to ache. I don't know if I ever told you, Josh, but you were like the younger brother I never had. Course, most of the time I just wanted to smack you, but, oddly, that was part of your charm. I don't even mind the headaches you gave me, you and that mouth of yours. This is, of course, said with the benefit of hindsight, so don't you smirk at me. God, Josh, so many times when that smug, ingratiating grin of yours came out I just wanted to hug you. I wish I had done so more often.

So now I hug my godson instead. He and I, we're pals. He crashes at my place on the weekends sometimes, you know, when he wants a break from dorm life and all. Or some therapeutic spoiling. I got him a great pair of sunglasses the other day. What? I'm the cool godmother. And he can carry them off with the Lyman flair, so...

Anyway, he's off surfing now, or was it climbing? I honestly have no idea; he does all of those things. Joshua Lyman, you fathered an outdoorsman. Trust me, no one is more amused at the irony of that than I. Except maybe Donna, of course. But yeah, he's happiest when he's outside, or traveling. His big dream now is to do one of those GlobeTrekker type shows. Just thinking of it, of him, makes me smile. He's unstoppable. Now that, he got from you.

Wow, I kind of rambled on a lot, huh? Well, you know, when I'm emotional I get all...tongue-tied. Or loosened, rather. What I wouldn't give to have to clean up after another "Secret Plan to Fight Inflation" fiasco. Come to think of it, that was rather endearing, at least for its inherent Josh-ness, anyway.

CJ.