A/N: So you remember about 2 chapters ago, I said there would only be 2 chapters left? Well, I lied. Seems my muse has bigger plans for this story.
Some Josh/Donna, for those who asked so nicely.
1 ½ months later
"So."
Sam looked up from his desk to see Josh lingering in his doorway. He took off his glasses and smiled. "So?"
Josh entered the office, shut the door behind him, and sat down. "How's married life treating you?"
Sam's smile widened. "It's great."
"You're happy, then?"
"More than I ever thought possible. Ainsley is – Well, you know when you're with a person, and until you're with that person you never realized how empty you felt until you met—"
Josh laughed. "You're even starting to sound like her! Promise me one thing, Sam. Don't let her convert you to the Dark Side."
"You know, that's not even funny anymore."
Josh shrugged. "I know."
"So, what's up?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Yes, nothing. Can't a guy just come say hi to his friend?"
Sam leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Maybe if he were the kind of guy who did that type of thing. You, not so much."
Josh looked around as if he were afraid there were eavesdroppers, then sighed. "Okay. I need your help."
"I am not lighting a fire."
"I wasn't – That's not – Sam!"
Seeing Josh's expression, Sam decided to cut him a break. "Okay. What's wrong?"
Josh mumbled something Sam didn't hear.
"What's that?"
"It's Donna."
"She quit?"
"No."
"She has a boyfriend?"
"No!" Something vaguely resembling panicked flitted across Josh's face. ("He looked like a deer caught in the headlights," Sam later told Ainsley.)
"Josh, if you want my help, you need to be a little more specific."
Josh stood. "Forget it. It's nothing."
"Just ask her out."
Josh did his deer-caught-in-the-headlights impression again. "It's not that simple."
"Well, it should be."
"Says the happily married man!"
Sam shrugged. "Either she says yes, or she doesn't. If she doesn't, then move on. If she does . . ."
"I kissed her."
Sam stared at Josh, too shocked to say anything. He was also impressed.
Josh sat down again. "After the wedding. I drove her home and kissed her. And now she acts as if it never happened."
"Do you?"
"Maybe." Josh shifted uncomfortably in the chair.
"So kiss her again."
A smile slowly bloomed on Josh's face. He jumped up and bolted for the door.
"I didn't mean now!" Sam yelled after him. "After work!"
"And then," Donna told Jamie, "he kissed me. Right in the middle of the bullpen."
Jamie sighed. "That's so romantic. What did you do?"
"I slapped him."
Ainsley choked on her French fry. "Donna!"
Donna shrugged, and speared an olive with her fork. "Well, he deserved it. He can't kiss me one day, and ignore me the next, and then kiss me in the middle of the West Wing."
Ainsley laughed. "So, who won the pool?"
Donna's cheeks reddened. "CJ."
Jamie leaned her elbow on the table, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. "So what did he do after you hit him?"
"He just stood there and looked like he was about to cry."
"So romantic," Jamie sighed again.
"And then I kissed him." Donna popped the olive in her mouth.
"So you're, like, officially together now?"
Donna nodded happily. "He dragged me off to Leo's office and pretty much dared Leo to tell us not to date."
Jamie's eyes grew round. "Leo McGarry?"
"He's a real sweetheart," Ainsley said.
"Wow."
"Anyway, Leo didn't have a problem. We're halfway through the second term."
"You have a right to be happy," Ainsley said.
"Yes, Mrs. Seaborn." Donna offered her unfinished salad to Ainsley.
Ainsley just grinned.
