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Author's note: Thanks for all feedback, as always you guys rock my socks. Here's another little ditty about Josh and Donna, two American kids doin' the best that they can. Do you see what I did there? I changed the lyrics to Jack and Diane to Josh and Donna. Golly I'm so wacky. Ok hopeful each chapter the story and writing is getting better.

Two weeks, it had been two weeks, thousands of miles in the air, one cup of coffee and a long time until November. Josh had three thoughts fighting for attention in his mind the Campaign, The White House and Donna. It was one in the morning and the first two thoughts lost out to the vision of slumbering third thought. Her hair lightly covered her face; her breathing was steady, if not a little to fast for a restful sleep. The hair on her arm was slightly raised and her body quivered.

He pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around her, draping her. His intentions were not to wake her, but to admire her perfection. She stirred, her eyes fluttered and a sleepy "hey" made his knees weak. She shifted her weight and blinked at him. "You wanna join me?" She pointed to the empty chair next to her and lifted her legs to her chest so he could take the window seat. Clearly, she wanted him near her, but not enough to move her entire body.

His body filled the empty space next to her; her smile filled all emptiness in him. She wrapped the jacket around her and inhaled deeply. "Your jacket stinks."

"'Why thank you Josh, it was awfully kind of you to loan me your jacket as I slept.'" He mimicked.

She rolled her eyes, "Thank you for your smelly jacket that woke me up from my first nap in a week and a half."

"You're welcome." He looked out the window, mostly because the vision of her messed hair, and sleepy eyes made him want to do very naughty things to her. She appeared innocent and trusting, however she had no reason to be either. A thought flashed into his head, "Do I really smell?"

"Yep."

"I thought it was Lou the whole time." He muttered under his breath with dismay.

She shifted her weight towards him and in a hushed voice, "nope it's you. Seriously have you ever heard of hotel laundry?"

He blinked at her desperation attempting some witty comment… it didn't come. "I used to have an assist…" He stopped mid sentence and changed tactics, "no I haven't."

Donna didn't respond right away until he looked justify humbled. "I have an extra shirt in my carry on…"

"That's nice Donna but I don't think its going to fit me."

She shrugged, "it should, it's yours."

His mouth involuntarily hung open for a second, "what?"

"What?" She blinked at him.

"What are you doing with one of my shirts?" He finally managed to ask.

"After eight years of packing one, just in case you needed it, it became a habit I guess." She didn't add any other explanation, if she had packed it while she was campaigning for Russell or if it was a recent return of an old habit. She stated without the hint of innuendo or promise, and lacking all possible sexual tension as if it was totally normal, "sometimes I sleep in it."

Of course she had no idea what this did to Josh. His head started to get light, as blood rushed all over his body, and his throat for some reason started to close up. "Oh".

She pulled at his jacket, "you know you really didn't have do this."

"You were cold."

"No I wasn't."

"You were shivering."

She looked at the seat in front of her, swallowed and admitted, "no I wasn't." She pulled her knees closer to her chest before asking him, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

Several options exploded into his head at once, You wear my shirts to bed... the line between personal and professional has always been a little burly with us… why do you start a question with another question, you know you're going to ask it anyway.

"Sure."

She leaned in, as if sharing as secret, her voice in a hushed whisper, "Um, do you still get the nightmares from Rosslyn?"

Josh was not expecting this, more talks about shirts and sleeping arrangements or woes of the trail, anything but this. When though off guard, Josh had a tendency to tell the truth, "Yeah, off and on, but since I haven't had the time to sleep lately, I really haven't had the chance to dream."

Donna frowned, "oh." The idea of reliving the explosion for the rest of her life didn't really set her mind at ease.

"Didn't they give you any meds for that?" Josh questioned after reading her face.

She shifted uncomfortably, "Um I ran out." Two months ago. But she didn't say that. She felt Josh's glare burn her skull. "I'll get more." She attempted to recover.

"Damn straight." His concern for her occasionally came out bossy, dominating, and rude, however it was to mask all other emotions.

She changed topics if not subjects, "Why is it while we are campaigning we feel that sleep makes us weak?"

"Because someone is always trying to steal my job. Because what if something happens in the middle of the night and we need to reorganize the entire strategy. You know because."

She looked at him, he looked gray, his eyes and skin had lost luster. He looked as if these last few months aged him far more than years in the White House. Of course it had, this time was different, he was alone. No Sam, CJ, Toby or even Leo to get him started. An old ache returned, she hadn't been there either.

"You're exhausted, Josh." He didn't answer. "Let's be rebels, let's go to sleep." She leaned her head on his shoulder, a position that had been common for them on Air Force one.

He sighed knowing that he was defeated. He felt the steady rhythm of her breathing and the gentle hum of the plane's engine. Peace started to flow into his body and bit by bit he started to relax. He surrendered a little of his power and control to his own necessity. Slightly jealous that she has already fallen asleep but comfortable by the fact that he'll be joining her soon.