Author's note: This is one of those scenes that was in my head for a while, but didn't really fit anywhere within the story. Mostly I write things that are fun for me and if other people like it that is super cool. This chapter doesn't really have a wonderful ending or anything, but I wanted to say goodbye and give you a little chapter too.

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Josh's POV

So here we are, Wisconsin, who knew it was going to be a battleground state? Who knew that Matt and Senator Vinick would pick it as their kicking off point to re-launch the campaigns? Donna did apparently. We are all standing around the convention center waiting for the event to start. Vinick and Bruno are around here somewhere, the Secret Service is out in full force.

"If you boys are good we will go out to Dairy Queen after this." Donna smiles coyly. Jackson and Jefferson high five each other and Sam starts to beam.

"Dude, I've been thinking about blizzards all day!" Jefferson exclaims.

"I am going to get a Butterfinger one." Sam is suddenly a five year old boy.

"Are they going to hand it to us upside down?" MATT? Oh come on, you are going to be President one day!

Donna nods, she is clearly enjoying this more then she expected.

"DONNATELLA!" The word is bellowed across the convention center. Now I know only three people are aloud to call her that, and since I didn't say it and the other person is in the oval office right now, a sinking horror washes over me.

"DADDY!" Her face lights up. A huge man, seriously HUGE like a linebacker with blond hair and very pale skin comes running up to her.

"Do all white women have freakishly huge fathers?" Matt whispers, and declares that Donna's father looks a lot like his father in law, huge.

"From my experience, yes." I manage to answer back. Don't think about all the naughty things you have done to this man's daughter. Don't think about the times you have seen here naked, or.

"Daddy, this is Congressman Matt Santos." Donna starts the introduction while her mother comes over. Donna was clearly Daddy's little girl, you can tell by their interactions.

Sam, Leo Annabeth, Helen even Jackson and Jefferson shake Mr. Moss' hand.

"And, Daddy this is Josh, my boyfriend."

His eyes burn my skull and he is already disapproving of me.

"Didn't you used to be her boss?"

"Now Thomas, we talked about this. We knew this was going to happened." Donna's mom smiles at me. I love her, she's the best.

"Yeah, but we thought it was going to happen like six years ago! What the hell took you so long boy?"

"Josh is a chicken shit, sir." Thanks Sam.

Leo and Matt start to rant and rave about how wonderful Donna is and all I can say is, "Yeah she's great." Ugh this guy must think I am a total tool.

Again that disapproving look appears on his face.

"Ms. Moss there seems to some disturbance at the front gate. A man says he knows you, A Kevin Riley?"

"Kevin?" Her color rushes from her face.

"Dr. Freeride?" I gasp out, am I smirking? For eight years I have waited and waited to meet the man that tossed Donna aside, the man who changed my life forever.

"Should we let him in?" Jackson is clearly looking for approval from Donna, but I jump in.

"YES!"

Donna and Sam glare at him as if I have lost my mind. She looks at me like she wants to say a million things at once.

"You already won, remember that." She whispers in my ear.

"Donnatella!" She cringes. Annabeth gasps in horror then catches herself. A man, mostly bald, tall but about thirty pounds overweight comes over to us.

"Kevin?" Donna looks confused, clearly the last eight years haven't been as good to him as it was to her.

"Donnatella, how are you?" He seems to excited to see her, his arms are open to embrace her, but the icy stare on her face makes him stop in the tracks.

"Don't call me that."

"But."

"No, now what can I do for you?" Behind her stands her army. They start to introduce themselves.

"Leo McGarry, former Chief of Staff, I am running for Vice President." Hands shake

"Sam Seaborn, former deputy Communication Director, speech writer." Hands shake harder.

"Matthew Santos, Congressman, I am running for President." I've heard the words many times, but never with such anger.

"Annabeth Schoot. Image." But she doesn't shake his hand, just a small wave.

"Cindy Bell, Donna Moss's personal assistant." When did she show up? Did she get a new job title? Or is she faking it.

My turn, what to say, what to say.

"Josh Lyman, Boyfriend." I crush is hand in the shake stare him down. But there is no real victory with this one. Donna was right, I did win.

"Didn't you used to be her boss?" He raises one eyebrow.

"Once a long time ago."

"What can I do for you, Kevin?" Donna repeats the question.

"Um, I wanted to talk to you about lawsuits against doctors, maybe we could go out to dinner and discuss it." Donna' father makes a noise, displeased sound, to match his face.

"Well, Kevin I am sorry, but we don't really have a stand on that platform yet, but we will take it into consideration."

"Consideration?" He hisses.

"Yes."

"Oh I see, now that you are some big shot you don't have time for the little people." She goes to say something but he barrels through her. "No, I see, you were to busy fucking your way to the top of Bartlet's sickly administration to help anyone else. Too busy giving blow jobs to your Jew boyfriend…"

Now readers, I would like to say that it was my fist that made connect with Dr. Kevin Riley's nose, breaking it and sending that bastard on his ass. But it wasn't.

It was Donna's.

She stands over him, livid shaking. Her right foot placed on his chest , holding the very startled man down.

Her voice is crisp and clear, "It's PRESIDENT Bartlet, you arrogant son of a bitch." Sam and I exchange glances, smirks and pride. Donna turns to Matt calmer and sugary sweet says, "Congressman we need to get you back stage. Mom, do you want to see where they drop the balloon?"

"Can we shoot him?" Jackson asks, his gun was pulled from the holster around the time Dr. Freeride accused her of being a whore.

"If you shoot him, we aren't going to Dairy Queen." She calls back to them.

"Why most you rule with an iron fist?" Jefferson calls back.

Our attention turn back to the offending man, I was about to bend down and help him up, after all, it is amazing to me how one small insignificant man like himself could history, when it comes down to it. Hell, I was about to say that when he opened it mouth.

"I used to fuck her behind a Dairy Queen."

Rage. See I was going to be nice, I was going to be a gracious winner. I look over at Jackson who nods and talks into his walkie talkie.

"I am going to need a black out on cameras seven, ten, twelve, and twenty two."

I feel the devilish smirk make its way back onto my face. You know I really didn't feel every satisfied after my encounter with Justin Hall.

"What the hell are you smiling about?"

"I am not in the mood for ice cream."

A few minutes later I am walking back with Donna's father, shaking off the pain in my knuckles. He says he knows why I waited so long and he has concerns that other people will say the same things about Donna, sleeping her way to the top.

"It won't happen. Donna is beloved by Republicans and Democrats and no one in the press would dare mess with her. Besides, I won't let it happen." I ask him for his blessing to marry his daughter, not now this instant I assure him, but one day. He smiles at me and that's all I need.

When we find the others, Cindy is reassuring Donna that she could tell that Kevin used to be attractive and not to worry about it. Annabeth just wishes she could have punched him and that it was on camera, every scorned woman in the 50 states would have voted for Santos, just to help out Donna.

"Hey when I am President can I call you Donnatella?"

"Only of you call me Donnatella Queen of the Amazons."

"I don't think I will be doing that." Matt smiles.

I hold her in my arms, forgetting that her parents and half the staff is near by, and tell her how much I love her.

"You punched him, didn't you?" She frowns.

"Maybe." If I don't confess maybe she will let me have a bite of her ice cream.

"It felt good, didn't it?" Her eyes wide and devilish.

"Yeah."