NOTES:I usually don't writeWW –Fanfic, so be gentle. This just popped into my mind because I looooove this show and Lord John Marbury! I thought it might be fun. In my WW-Universe Sam has never left for California …..so this is kind of an alternate Season 5. In case you did not notice …..not a big Amy-Fan. Josh belongs with Donna!

DISCLAIMER: Sorkin is a genius! He owns everything

Vicky ...Something

„Is the White House ready to comment on Sam Seaborne dating the British Ambassador's daughter?" The question caught her unaware. She had been about to finish this less than memorable, almost boring briefing, her mind already on a million other things. Now C.J. looked at the room of reporters, staring into about twenty eager, surprised faces. She wasn't even sure who had called out the question.
"Excuse me?" C.J. asked with a smile creeping over her face. This had to be a joke. Was it April fools day already?

"Last night Sam Seaborne was seen leaving a bar in Georgetown and getting into a cab with Lord John Marbury's daughter. The witness claims that they were both …" the young woman, whose name C.J. was unable to conjure up, hesitated. She had not been working in the West Wing for long and the scrutiny of the press secretary and several more seasoned reporters seemed to rattle her just a little. "…intoxicated." She finished, taking a deep breath."Is the White House ready to comment on their burgeoning romance?" C.J. was tempted to bite her lip to keep from laughing.Ohhh...this was good.

"The White House is quite unaware of any romance in Sam Seaborne's life." C.J. quipped easily. "Whoever brought this rumour to your attention is completely mistaken. Sam Seaborne is most likelyquite ignorant of the fact that the British Ambassador even has a daughter."

Smiling to herself, C.J. left the briefing room, walking swiftly through the corridors to her own office. What a ludicrous idea! She had to tell Sam and Josh about this….what a joke! She was well aware of there being a daughter, but as far as she knew, the girl was still in merry old England.

But when she sauntered into Josh Lyman's office, the room was empty.

"Donna…." C.J. said, turning around with an uneasy feeling in her stomach."Where is Josh?"

Donna Moss gave her an impatient glare that was not meant for her, but all the more referring to her boss. "He is on his way. He just called to complain about his hangover for all of ten minutes."

"Hangover?" C.J. inquired, trying to calm the growing panic.

"They went to some bar in Georgetown last night, you know …One of those places where Josh like to impress students with his geekyness? But I think he didn#t get the chance to impress too many graduat-students. I told Amy where he went. Sam is not here either."

"Oh my god!" C.J. said, with a feeling of impending doom."Carol!" she yelled for her assistant.
The pretty brunette looked up from her computer."I need you to find me everything on Lord John Marbury's daughter. What she does, who she knows, where she goes, what she looks like….pictures, college transcripts…whatever."

"Lord John Marbury has a daughter?" Carol asked surprised.

"Apparently." C.J. growled.

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Twenty minutes later, she was back in Josh's office.

"You and Sam went out last night?" she asked him. Josh leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed and his brow deeply furrowed. "I need an aspirin. Donna!" he yelled. "Donna!"

C.J. decided to take that as an affirmative answer."What did you do?" she asked angrily. Josh opened an eye at her offended tone of voice, groaning. "What do you mean?"

C.J. forced herself to count to ten, very slowly."Did Sam meet anyone last night?"

Josh opened his other eye, sitting up straight with a wince. "Funny you should ask this. He did meet this girl …what was her name again? Vicky, Vicky something…I think, curvy little blonde, talked a mile a minute. "he grinned at C.J. "You should have seen her….one minute Amy was talking about Susan Faludi and how Third Wave feminism isn't really feminism at all, the next minute this Vicky-girl is giving her a piece of her mind, telling her that the backlash Faludi was referring to has really nothing to do with Third Wave Feminism and how sick the women of her generation were of women like Amy trying to tell them how to be a good feminist. It was great! Completely blew Sam's mind." He laughed, frowning at C.J.'s stony expression. It slowly dawned on him that something was wrong.

"What's going on?" he asked, suddenly a lot more serious.

C.J pulled a photograph out of the folder she was holding, slamming it onto his desk.

"What's this?" Josh leaned forward to look at the photo.

"That, my hung-over friend, is a picture of the Prince of Wales competing in a polo-match." She told him scornfully. "May I draw your attention to the right corner of the picture? Do you by any chance recognize the young lady chatting amicably with her majesty Elisabeth Windsor, Queen of England?"

Josh leaned even closer as the headache made another attempt to burst his skull. Where was Donna with those damn painkillers?

"Yeah…I mean, her hairis shorter now and without the hat….. but …..that kind of looks like ….Vicky." Josh said sheepishly, realizing that something was very, very wrong.

C.J slapped another photo in front of him"This is a picture of Lady Victoria Eleanor Elizabeth St. John, daughter of Lord John Marbury and the late Cecily Claire St. John taken at her graduation from Cambridge. Look like anyone whose acquaintance you made in the last 24 hours?"

Josh groaned, putting his head onto the table and covering it with his hands. He should not have never gotten out of bed this morning….this was worse than any hangover in history.

"Josh…." C.J. said impatiently.

"I know…."

"He did go home with her?" Josh managed a nod, withstanding the urge to yell for Donna again.

"Josh…."

"I know!"

"Sam had a one-night-stand with the daughter of the British ambassador!" C.J. clarified to drive her point home.