Title: Watch for the Rainbow 1/1 Private Times Series
By: chipmunk
Pairing: Leo/Margaret
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
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Summary: Margaret knows exactly where to watch for the rainbow.
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Margaret is standing at the window in Leo's office, watching the summer storm clouds pass to the east, which had produced an afternoon downpour on the capital. The storm quickly moves away and the sun comes out brilliantly from the west and the White House lawn sparkles, wet and clean. Margaret continues to watch the dark gray sky to the east, as the bright sunlight starts to steam the sidewalks dry.
Leo's grumbling and growling as he passes through Margaret's office to reach his own. Margaret glances at the door as he comes in complaining to the fates on high. "Why, in God's name, do I always get just past the gate, onto the White House grounds and we get a cloudburst? I have been caught three times lately. Is it just my personal black cloud or is my guardian angel having a little fun with my discomfort? Damn the bad luck!" All through his little rant about his luck and the weather, he notices that Margaret has not moved from looking out the window. He takes off his now drenched jacket and hangs it on the coat rack to drip dry. Rolls up his damp shirt cuffs and moves to the closet to grab a small towel he has in there. He now moves close to where Margaret's still looking out the window. He's curious as to what's so fascinating to her, because she didn't extend your usual offer to help, if she thought he might need her.
"Margaret," his patience's short, in view of his unexpected wetting. "What are you looking at from my office window that's so important? You've hardly noticed me enter the room! What is it?" He roughly throws the towel over his head and rubs his hair and face dry. He really got drenched this time.
"I'm watching for the rainbow, Leo," she answers with certainty.
"What's that about something with rainbows?" He comes out from under the towel.
She glances back at him and smiles at his messed up hair. The dapper Leo wouldn't let just anyone see him like that.
She gives him a sentimental answer. The energy from the storm has her in just that kind of mood. "Leo, some people 'look for the rainbow' everywhere and others go 'chasing rainbows', but I know where to 'watch for the Rainbow."
"Margaret, watching for the rainbow?" He looks at her like it's a childish pastime. "It's just going to be there?" He skeptically looks out the window past her.
"I'm a common sense female, Leo. It's simple. It's afternoon and the storm is moving to the east. The sun comes out strong from the west. Just look toward the passing storm and watch for the rainbow." She glances at him, "Instead of haphazardly missing rainbows, by being silly," she turns back to the window, "I watch for the rainbow."
He smiles and reflects, his anger about the rain evaporates, ~Leave it to my practical and organizing Margaret to know when to add 'watch for the rainbow' to my schedule. Something that's so simple, yet which touches the soul. She finds it in the middle of this chaos that we call working in the White House.~
He steps up beside her. She glances over at him, "You need something, Leo?"
"No, just watching for the rainbow," he softly replies.
The End
Betty Lou Riley
22nd June 2003
riley2@bright.net