Disclaimer: You know them by now.

Author's note: This is a Donna focused chapter, I wanted to show her loyality to the men in her life. I also like the interaction between the FBI and Donna. The song that is being song is, Joy to the World, by Three Dog Night. I just thought the final image is kinda sweet and funny. Donna's POV and Cindy's POV

So to recap the last few hours:

I quit

The stage blew up

Toby and Will are out of surgery

Josh knows all my dark secrets

Will won't stop singing the Muppet Theme song.

Toby has started to sing too.

I have called the White House seven times, Senator Vinick three times, and my mother once.

After seventeen tries I still haven't reached Andi.

I am campaign manager.

Both Will and Toby are missing their pants.

It's only 10:30 am. It's going to be a long day,

I grab Ronna who is running down the hallway. "Ronna do you need a break from the hospital?" She just got here about an hour ago, but she is already looking rough.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Will, Toby and Matt will be released today and we can't have them leaving in the same clothes they arrived here with. You know, reporters and pictures. I don't want a vomit and blood stained picture of our guys to greet America tomorrow morning in the newspapers. This is what we need: track pants, not kakis or jeans, an NO sweat pants. They gross me out. But their pants can't have zippers on them. These are very proud men who will not want help putting on their pants. White shirts and ties. Most likely you will need to buy some underwear and undershirts too."

"OK, how will I be paying for this?"

"While their pants are missing, I did mange to get their wallets. Did you know Will withdrew nearly $500.00 for his date with Kate tonight?" A devilish smiles makes it way across my face.

"Really, how interesting."

"Enjoy shopping."

I signal and two agents follow her. Ned is still on the phone canceling events and trying to explain to rather heartless event coordinators why we have to cancel. Seriously. American is filled with idiots sometimes.

Jackson, and New Guy point my attention to Ron Butterfield and some other men I don't recognize. They lead me into a private room, the nurses break room. Poor Cindy has to clear the room and get the evil eye from her fellow employees.

They point to a chair, you know because I am an idiot who does know where to sit down. Hrump.

The other two men are introduced as FBI agents who were assigned to my case. They state their names but I don't care what they are, so I rename them Mulder and Scully.

Mulder starts to speak slowly, painfully slowly and puts his hand on my knee to comfort me. He talks about the kind of bomb that was use, blah, blah, blah. Then his face becomes very serious. Every word is snail slow and he pats my knee with every syllable.

"Are you aware that you have been receiving death threats?"

Is this guys serious? Does he think my IQ is 65? So I respond back, "YYEESSS." Jackass.

New Guy, Butterfeild and Jackson smirk. Mulder is slightly taken back by my response.

"Well Ms. Moss I am sorry to inform you that it looks like from our data, you were in fact the target." Ok if this son of a bitch doesn't get his hand off my knee in three seconds, I will rip off his fingers one by one.

Now I know I am not at my most charming right now. I know am I a little cranky. But still, no one should be talking to me like I am a six year old. I have nine hundred other things to be doing and talking to this asshat is not one of them.

"No Shit! The bomb went off where I normally stand, to the left of Josh. No one knew I wasn't going to be there. There was a letter bomb sent to our hotel two nights ago. Why are you wasting my time with information I figured out thirty seconds after the stage exploded?"

"Well, the FBI would like to apologize for any inconvenience that this brings you."

"INCONVENIENCE? My friends almost died! You had two weeks to work on this. Who did you have working on it, five interns and a hamster?"

"Ms. Moss that is simply not true. We are here to help you any way we can."

"Great I have an X-file for you. My boys are missing their pants. FIND THEM."

"We were thinking more in the lines of protection."

"I have protection. I have the Secret Service." I storm out of the room. There is a very short list of men I respect more then the Secret Service, and it's whom they protect. The FBI has done nothing for me and will continue to be a burden.

Why is it that the one day I need strength and understanding from the men who surround me, they are only being a pain in the ass.

Cindy informs me that Matt will be out of surgery soon, Josh will be in for another hour.

It's been at least a half an hour since I last checked on him. My cell phone has been attached to my ears for the last few hours, but it is when I see Josh I put it away.

I have my pattern: call the White House, call Helen, call family members, call Bram at the headquarters, call Vinick, try to call Andi, check on Josh. He has to be the last thing.

Now I have been given free rein of the hospital, none of the staff stop me. I am not sure why most operating rooms have glass windows, is there really a need for people to watch? I take my place, and watch for a few minutes. The doctors seem to be talking to Josh.

He looks so pale, empty. I wonder if he can feel any of it? I would if he is awake. He turns his head. I guess he is. His eyes force themselves open, but it is a colossal struggle.

When did I start touching the glass? His eyes, they aren't vacate like they were a few hours ago. Small sparks of life start to show.

His eyes: hey

I can read his eyes again. Hope washes over me for the first time today.

Mine eyes: Hey yourself.

His eyes: You are still here.

Mine eyes: Where else would I be?

His eyes: Will you be there when I wake up?

Mine eyes: Of course

His eyes: Good

He shuts them and turns his head away and winces in pain, he starts to moan. The doctors rush and give him an injection.

Poor baby. A mixture of sadness, sympathy and joy will the cavern of my emotions. He is alive and he will get through this. This man is much stronger then I expected, which doesn't surprise me at all.

It's going to be a long few weeks, recovery with Josh Lyman is never a simple process, it is always long, emotional and slow.

Damn, and I just thought we recovered from the last set of injuries.

I walk about to the rest of my recovery men, my walking wounded, my singing wounded.

The silence hits me like a stampede of elephants. The place was never silent, Will and Toby were singing, my cell phone was going off. Even the Secret Service who wallpaper the hallways were always muttering something.

The off key singing, wasn't just for Will to vent all of his emotions, or to keep Toby awake, it was to keep me distracted, but to make this horrible sterile white place, less horrible.

Now this leaves me alone with my thoughts.

I was the target.

These great men were hurt because of me.

I caused all of this.

I am the only one not hurt because Josh and I got into a fight.

Josh could have died and it would have been my fault.

Helen could have had to raise two boys on her own.

I could have died.

This guy really wants me dead, but I am so nice.

I can feel my face begin to change, tighten, the lump that has been living in my throat is moving up towards my mouth.

That's when I hear, "Jeremiah was a bull frog"

This Donna Moss creature is amazing. She talks to the President like he is her father, she is running an entire election campaign from her cell phone and she just told the FBI to go to hell.

This woman is my hero. Ok so I was listening in to her conversation, it was me and every other person in the hallway. I mean she is yelling pretty loud. I watched the agents' faces when she said she already has protection, they were beaming with pride. I overhear two of them talking.

"You know she's the one who brings us cookies on Monday mornings."

"I know, did you here she took out Wilson. He is going to be pissing blood for a week."

"Wilson is such a tool." That one rolled his eyes.

She's quite remarkable. She has quite a weight to hold up, and I know something the others don't know. Her ribs are broken. Every minute she is getting paler and breathing less frequently. I want to help her, give her some pain killers, but to do that she would have to admit there was a problem. To admit there was a problem she would have to take a break, Stop. Seek help. None of this is an option. For her to stop she would be faced with all that had happened in the last few hours.

I watch her as she leave's Josh Lyman room. The Secret Service always gives her more space when she goes to visit him, every other minute they are practically crawling up her ass.

I have never seen men like these guys. Alert, watchful, backs firmly placed against the wall. All of them are banged and bruised, but they have a job to do and their personal inconvenience will not hinder it.

She walks back to the recovery rooms where Will Bailey and Toby Zeiger were being held. Will was taken away for more testing and x-rays. The recovery rooms are eerily quiet. Even I have to admit, I liked his singing, even if I have the Muppet's theme song stuck in my head.

I watch her as every emotion is displayed on her face. Everything is hitting her at once. The other agents see it too. I hear a sign and the one she keeps calling Jackson starts to sing.

"Jeremiah was a bull frog." The agent next to him starts to sing along too. "Was a good friend of mine. I never understood a single word he said. But I helped him a-drink his wine. And he always had some mighty fine wine."

No joke her face lights up and all the other agents start singing:

Joy to the world
All the boys and girls, now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me

Some of them are doing hand motions for the fish. She walked over to Jackson and rests her head on his chest, but leaves quite a bit of space between their bodies.

"We will get through this Ms. Moss."

"Thank you, Jackson."

Truly amazing.