Author's notes: This should have been the last chapter I think it ties everything up together nicely; all the running jokes and themes come to a head here. There will be one more chapter after this, but it like a bonus chapter; it doesn't really fit into the story as a whole. This one you are about to read is the true end of the story. So if you didn't give up after the attack of Justin Hall or after the stage blew up, I hope you feel so form of satisfaction. Enjoy! All Donna's POV.

"Yeah, sure you are here now, but how long is that going to last?" This is what I hear when I walk into Will's apartment, what I see is a different story. Kate is trying very hard to hold everything together, when clearly she wants to drop kick him. And Will, well, he's clearly drunk. Very drunk.

Josh and Sam both turn their heads and unison cry, "Oh God!"

"Sorry I didn't know who else to call, his sister left this morning and…"

"It's fine Kate."

Will turns his attention to me. Great this should be fun. "What are you doing here? Haven't I done enough to you? Haven't I hurt you enough? Why do you keep coming back for punishment?"

"It's just the good natured person I am, Willy."

"Don't call me that! Donna everything I touch turns to shit."

"Wow, that's like the worst superpower, ever!" Sam adds, Josh starts to giggle. Fantastic it's going to be one of those days.

"Will, look, I am fine with you needing some time to figure your life out. I am ever slightly ok with you going back to Bingo Bob to lick your wounds but I will NOT let you sit back and ruin every relationship you have. There are still a lot of people out there that care about you, although, right now I am not sure why."

"No! I am a mess. I am a juggernaut of pain. All I ever do is hurt and disappoint the people I care about. In my epic battle to come to power I have managed to crush everyone I care about in my wake of destruction. Donna, I am a dangerous man, you should be intimated."

"It's very hard to be intimated when you are wearing rubber ducky boxer!" They're light blue with little yellow duckies on them surrounded by bubbles.

I expect the reality of the situation to hit 5…4…3…2..

"OH MY GOD!" Now. "I am standing in my living wearing only my boxers."

"Yes you are." I say rather flatly.

"Josh and Sam and Oh my GOD KATE! Kate, I am so sorry. I just said horrible things to you."

"I know I was here." Equally flat.

"Will why don't you get dressed?"

He looks defeated. "I can't." Holding up his broken arm, like a red badge of shame.

"Josh, Sam go help him out!" I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"You know when I said I was going to help you out this week I didn't think it meant helping Will get dressed and moving your crap into Josh's place. I hurt my hand again, does it look infected?"

"NO SAM FOR THE ONE MILLIONTH TIME IT IS NOT INFECTED!" Josh yells and pushes Will into his bedroom.

This action leaves Kate and me alone.

"Sorry about this." I feel the need to apologize after all it was MY idea that got them together.

"Its ok, it's the best date I've been on in months." Yikes!

The rest of the gang is already at the restaurant; Leo wanted to take everyone out to dinner before we left for the campaign trail again. I quickly pull up the menu, that's on the internet. I call CJ at the restaurant and start to order for everyone. "Are you writing this down? Josh will have the mixed green salad, the London Broil well done. Sam will have the Caesar salad and the pecan encrusted roughy, Will is going to have the house salad, French dressing and the fettuccini with shrimp and I will have"

"Leo already ordered for you."

"What Leo already order for me?"

"Yeah you are getting the Kobe beef special!"

"Kobe Beef, but that's a $90 steak."

"$120. Also all your rooms for the rest of the campaign have been upgraded. I think he still feels guilty."

"Cool, let him! Kate what do you want?"

"Um the chicken I guess." With all the order's placed all we can do is sit around and wait for the guys.

"How did you do that?" Awe filled in her eyes.

"Do what?"

"Order for them?"

"I don't know, I practically lived with them for years. Josh is easy he always orders the same thing. Sam has a sweet tooth so whatever meat has something sweet on it is normally what he gets. Will needs something he can eat with one hand and will absorb some of the alcohol."

"I couldn't order for any of my husbands."

"These guys are just predictable I guess." I look around Will places, and low and behold there it is, a giant picture of a duck. Should I be surprised?

"Nice necklace." She points out, and I instinctive touch it and beam with pride.

"Thanks Josh got it for me."

Finally the boys come out and Will spends most of the car ride over apologizing. Dinner is wonderful, best damn steak I have ever had. We ride over to the Kennedy Center, little known fact, it is a center and not every room in it is made for a symphony. So when we enter a small room with a modest stage step-up no one really questions. Fools. Only a handful of people know what play we are going to see.

I stand up in front of my family to say a few words. Matt and Helen are sitting in front of the President and Dr. Bartlet. CJ and Toby are next to most powerful couple in the world. Zoey and Charlie are next to Toby. Leo is next to Charlie. Will and Kate are in front of CJ and Toby. Sam and Mallory along with Annabeth are in the same row. Josh is next to Annabeth, waiting for me to come take my seat.

"Hello everyone."

"Hi Donna." In a freakish unison.

"I just wanted to thank everyone for coming tonight. I have a few quick announcements before we start the show. I would like to formally welcome a couple of people in our merry band of thieves. Annabeth and Kate, you're stuck with us for life, even if you escape our clutches you will still come back. Case in point: Sam Seaborn. Matt and Helen, congratulation, you are officially adopted into the family."

"One of us, one of us Gooble Gobble one of use." Toby leans in and whispers.

"Gee thanks." Matt smiles.

"There has been a few staff changes in the Santos/McGarry Campaign. Because Will is an idiot and is currently wearing rubber ducky boxers…"

"Thanks Donna,"

"Any time Will. Anyway, we have some positions changing. Annabeth will be with us for a week, you know, to keep me popular. Will is cutting back his hours, I am not giving up on you yet, so he will be working for us only ¼ of the time. Toby is under the same work plan as Will, because they are both my bitches." A huge evil smile works its way across my face.

"What did Toby do you be your bitch?" Charlie asks, (I am currently on speaking terms because he shaved. He said he had a problem getting into the White House yesterday because the Secret Service had stopped him. I gave Jefferson some cookie this morning as payment.)

'Oh, Toby knows what he did." Poor Toby hangs his head in shame.

"One more change, Sam Seaborn will be joining the staff, part time." Josh stands up, I didn't tell me this, I wanted it to be a surprise.

"SAM! Sam's joining and we get Toby and Will TOO! Dude you are SO going to WIN!" He high fives Matt and nearly crushes everyone in the row.

"Sam will also be working at the White House when he is not with us."

The President's face lights up. "Really? Really really?"

Ellie comes running into the theater with comments from her father along the lines of,

"What you can't make it to dinner but you can show up here?"

"I wanted to see the play." She shrugs.

"Now you have a playbill under your chairs." I say and conduct a wave of people to go under their chairs.

Groans, come from all the men. "Mama Mia!"

"Donna, you said you loved me." Josh whined.

In the back of the theater Jefferson whines, "I just got 'Lay your love on me" out of my head."

"Sorry, there are no plays about Secret Service agent broking the rubs of a woman half their size."

"I SAID I WAS SORRY!" Jefferson cries with frustration. I just laugh it off and I take my seat next to Josh. He places his hand on my knee. He squeezes it when the actors start to sing. Once in a while I catch him glaring at me, well, him and every other man there, expect the President, he seems to be enjoying it. He's singing along. I think we found his guilty pleasure.

Somewhere near "Does your mother know you are out?" I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"Can you come with me Ms. Moss?" Jackson appears, this is odd, he has the day off, and he shouldn't be here. Josh gets up too; he doesn't ask for permission, he simply follows.

"Are you here to save me Jackson?" My beloved man asks. "Let me give you a low down of this play. Mom sleeps around and doesn't know who her daughter's father could be, daughter wants to know and invites all possible candidates to her wedding ALL SONG TO ABBA SONGS! This is a morality play for safe sex and DNA testing." I elbow Josh in the arm. "What? It is."

Ron Butterfield, Jackson and Mulder are all waiting for me. The blood rushes out of my face, I start to shake and Josh holds my arms.

"Is everything alright?" He manages to speak for me.

"Ms. Moss we are pleased to say we caught your stalker and he is currently in police custody." Ron smiles at me.

I feel like I can breathe again.

Josh jump and pumps his fist in the air. "YES!" This outburst brings the entire play to a screeching halter. Actors, musicians, audience all turn to Josh. He gives a small wave,
"We got him!"

"Really Josh, you were there storming the castle?"

"Shut-up Toby! You can resume the play now."

One of the actors calls back, "It ok we'll wait." Josh doesn't take this as insult and turns his attentions back to me and the agents.

"At 1900 we apprehended the suspect in his apartment, we have evidence of a another bomb and a confession from him." Another bomb?

"That guy was coo coo for cocopuffs alright. He had pictures of you EVERYWHERE. He was in his lab developing more… oh my god you were wearing THAT dress in the newest batch of photos."

Josh, Ron and Jackson all turn slowly to the idiot FBI agent.

"You need to leave, NOW because they are going to do much more damage to you then I will. Go" I point to the door. "Now." And Mulder scurries off.

Ron wants to tell me more, lots more about how crazy and dangerous this nutcase is, but I really don't want to hear it.

"Do you two want to come watch the play?"

"No thank you Ms. Moss you enjoy your evening. There will be some paper work you will need to fill out, but it can be done in the morning before you leave." Ron leaves with a small wave.

This entire time, it was a stranger, a nameless faceless stranger who picked me to unleash all his rage of the world on it. The good guys won, the world is safe for now. But still it is still a little unsettling.

"Jackson does this mean I will no longer have a detail?"

"No, you will still have one, mostly because no one wants to give you up. There is a lingering fear of a copy cat attack and since you will be higher profile now, it's better to be safe then sorry." He shrugs.

"Come watch the play."

"Abba is a musical Swedish genius! Really!" His mood has drastically improved.

Jackson nods and we return to our seats with cheer, when they die down the play resumes.

It's funny and quirky and the main themes are marriage and family and somehow watching it there is no better end to this hectic week.

Each character sings about, love and fear, family and friendship. Ties that bind. Josh's fingers are intertwined tightly with mine, mostly because he doesn't trust himself from a massive groping attack.

Love

Marriage

Eight years ago I answered his phone. Just one act, one simple gesture and I changed my life and his. Now I am about to do it again. I lean in and whisper in his ear, "When you ask, I'll say yes."

A small smile inches its way across his face, dimples in full force, he squeezes my hand and his eyes face forward. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't have to. When the play ends he is the first to rise to his feet. When the applause begin to fade, he asks, "Do you know anything other then Abba?"

Singing is the single greatest expression of joy and sorrow. It heals old and fresh wounds.

The actors started the singing but we continued it. We occupied the stage, the seats and the isles.

I will tell you, you have never really lived until you have seen, Josh, Toby, Sam and Will sing "Baby Got Back."

The Secret Service sings "Joy to the World" for me.

Annabeth blows s all away with "Strongest Suit." From Aida, who know such a tiny person could have such a big voice. Hell if this press thing doesn't work out for her a life on the stage could.

Laughter became the air we breathed. Smiles became our light. Our bonds were stronger and unbreakable.

I became a silent observer, watching Leo laugh with his brother, CJ glancing over to Toby and he turning away shyly. Charlie held Zoey in his arms like she belonged there, like they were one person. Will smiled with Kate, sharing rare moments of privacy. Annabeth flirts with the Agents while Sam and Mallory have a old and heated debate.

There was a quick brief moment, I almost missed. Toby glance over at Will. Eye contact made, a head nod in each other's direction. Healing.

Dr. Bartlet danced with Leo, while The President danced with his middle daughter.

Helen and Matt steal quick kisses in the chaos.

Josh's dimples are focused on me, and the soft look in his eye reminds me on the one truth of the world.

Its little things that keep us together, its little things that can break us, not everything needs or should be earth shattering events. Quite, sweet moments, real and raw, sung or shouted, that is what fills our instant of time we spend on this earth.

A calming peace sweeps over my body, watching them, my family, my love, I know it doesn't matter who wins the election in November, the country will be in fine hands either way. Job security, saving the world from itself, all of those things are important, but the ties that bind is more important.

Tonight is special one of those rare nights when everything falls into place. Looking back on my life, this night is one of my favorites. The future is uncertain, but bright. There are few things that are guaranteed. Sam, Josh, Charlie, Toby and even Will, will be brothers. CJ and I will be sisters with some news ones thrown in for good measure. We will thrive under the watchful eyes of our parents.

Faith, believing in the unseen, and knowing you never have to fall too far before your family catches you.