Summary: Fight. Fight. Tears. Fight. Tears. Ass kicking.
Author's Note: I love Donna. I miss Josh. Poor Josh.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I own my cat. Well not really but… have fun.
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Moments later Donna felt childish. She wanted to turn back and talk to him, she wanted to tell him why, and how. She wanted to explain herself. But she couldn't face him. She felt so stupid, even if she knew she was right.
She just grabbed her coat and started walking, praying that Josh wouldn't start following her. She tried her to hold back tears, it just made her feel more foolish. As she was fleeing the White House she bumped into someone who she rather would have avoided.
"Hey Donna!" Sam said when he found her nearly running from the West Wing.
"Oh hi Sam," she said trying not to slow down.
Sam turned and started walking, quickly, along side. "I heard about you and Josh."
"Did you?" she said sarcastically.
"What's wrong?" he asked, seeing her face, hearing her tone.
"Nothing," she said, as tears streamed her face.
Sam grabbed her arms and turned her so she was facing him. She stopped walking and tried to hold in tears, painfully.
"You're crying," Sam said. "What happened? What did he do?"
"Nothing," she said as she pulled her arms from his hands and started to walk again. He didn't let her go. Tears began to flow and her voice began to crack. "Really Sam, you should go see him. He'll probably throw books or yell really loud. But he's the one who needs to talk. I mean… I just… Please Sam." She tried to pull away again.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing," she said. Sam let go of her arms and she wiped her eyes. "I just need to go for a walk…. I… we… Just go see Josh."
She took flight then and ran away before Sam had a chance to stop her.
"Donna!" he called but she didn't turn around.
Sam stood still for a moment wondering what could have gone wrong. He watched until she was out of sight. Then he decided to go see Josh and kick his ass.