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Author's notes: The next three chapters were written as one long chapter, but I chopped it up. Josh deals with Colin.

Chapter 15: The attack of the EX's part 1

"You're gloating."

"No I am not!"

"You are strutting around in you're I'm da man way. Stop it!"

"My dear Donnatella, I am in a surprisingly good mood this morning, why would you take that from me? You know what you are… a downer."

"I am?"

"I am going to start to call you Donnatella the Downer."

"Well isn't that sweet."

"I am a sweet guy."

"Whatever Josh, be good today."

"I am always good."

"No you're not! I just wanted to remind you, his name is Colin. Not gomer or Blarney boy or whatever insulting name you have come up with in your sick twisted mind."

"Wait, before you go in there." I grab her and kiss her in the hallway. My lips are warmed by hers. A quite moan escapes from her mouth before I can kiss it again. She pushes me away, slowly but sternly.

"We have work to do today."

"I know. Hey Donna, you are my girlfriend, right? It really like labels and…"

"I believed I proved that to you this morning, remember?"

"I remember, hence the good mood and the strutting."

We walk into the conference room where everyone is waiting of the day to begin. There he is. Blarney Boy himself. I hate you. Die. Die horribly. Something that involves fire ants and honey; that would be a nice way for you to die. Stop staring at her. She's mine.

"Donna, I didn't know you were going to be here." Curse you and you suave smile.

"That's bull, Colin, and you know it."

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"Aside form seeing me, why would you take this job?"

"You're the only reason." DIE DIE DIE! I HATE YOU DIE.

"Yes, she's the best." I manage to say, but quite frankly I was hoping for some biting wit.

"Well, it's going to be a great story. If you win."

"No one cares about the election process ten days after Election Day. Win or lose." You're story won't make it into the history books.

"Or if you lie during the campaign about some disease."

Oh no. He didn't. He just insulted to President in front of Donna. I don't know if I should punch him or laugh in his face. Donna's face hardens as the rest of her stiffens. Her eyes shoot bullets of disgust and rage at the unaware Irish Man.

For a split instant I almost feel bad for him. It's the chain reaction that he just caused.

"You, Colin are a guest here." Here she goes. "And as a guest you should know that there are certain things that are never joked about and never brought up lightly. If you ever, EVER, show that level of disrespect about President Bartlet or any one else who works for this administration or the next, I will personally jam that $3000 digital camera up your ass."

That's my girl! Poor guy, he doesn't know what hit him. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a convoy that's not about to stop.

"I think now would be a perfect time to talk about your contract. All pictures are to be cleared through me. If any of the pictures do not meet my approval they will be deleted."

"I didn't sign that."

"Yes, you did. It was on page 7 paragraph 5 sentence 2 in Jessica's contract and when you came up to this job you took her contract and all the stipulations involved."

"What about the freedom of press?"

"What about it? This isn't a story. At its' most basic element this is a PR move. Now if you don't want the job there are about 50 reporters down stairs who would love it."

"Fine, whatever." How's that taste Bitch! HA!

"Pictures that comprise the staff will be deleted. Any pictures with the Santos children will not be handed over to the press, but can be given to the Santos' as a gift for allowing you to accompany them today."

"Wait, why aren't we using the kids?" Fairly good question Will, but I know the answer and Donna's on a roll so you might have wanted to wait for that one.

"Because the minute we start using dirty politics: I walk. I will not go back to the mind numbing pseudo moral mud slinging that the Russell campaign used. Whoring their children out is a slimy and subconscious way of saying, 'We're young, and the other guy is old.' And I for one will not have it. They are children and deserve their childhood without being targets of the media."

"Really, Donna and what will you do when you walk?" Fool, don't get cocky she'll crush you.

"CJ will hire be back at the White house in one of three positions: Press Secretary, Deputy Communications Director, or Deputy Chief of Staff."

Will and I freeze. I don't think I could move if I wanted to. CJ promised Donna my job. But what will I do? Where will I work?

"But Donna, Deputy Communications Director was my job."

"Yes, Will, I am aware of that. I think I would be damn good at any of those jobs and if you have a problem with a collage drop out taking your former job and being better at it, then I suggest you play by my rules and fight fair."

Silence. My girlfriend is a pit bull. I don't think I have ever been more attracted to her.

Thanks a lot Blarney Boy for setting her off.

"In case anyone cared. The minute you whore out my children is the minute I walk too." Matt declares. My pride for my beloved Donna and my Presidential candidate overflow the room, and balances the horror that Will and Blarney Boy feel over the verbal ass kicking she gave them.

I will have to deal with Claudia Jean when I talk to her next about this whole job situation.

Donna turns her attentions to Colin, "I am not entirely heartless, you can have your choice of going to a Hollywood party or covering a Technology fundraiser?"

"Gee take pictures of famous people or geeks, my dear I think we both know which one I am going to pick." Damn it! She's going to the Hollywood thing tonight. Quick say something clever and charming

"Hey, Colin, try to not sleep with anyone while you are there!" OH MY GOD! The venom oozing from both of their eyes, what the hell was I thinking? I think it was pretty obvious I wasn't thinking.

The air is thick with tension.

"Hey, Donna do you want to check out your new office?" This is when I realize I've been smirking this entire conversion, because my face barely needs to change when I announce to her how I am the best boyfriend in the world. Hopefully she will acpect my peace offering.

"My. Own. Office?" She smiles, beaming and radiant. Her eyes wide and all her teeth are showing. Victory!

"Well, you have the important meeting today." The smile falls ever so slightly. "And I thought you could use an office to conduct it in."

"Leo suggested it last night before he left for Florida." Shut up WILL.

Donna grabs my arm, "Well, show the way." As we walk out the door she whispers.

"Stop gloating."

All is forgiven, for now.