Title: Joshua
Category: Romance/Humor/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What happens when Josh finds out that he shares the same first name with Dr. Freeride?

Disclaimer: Not one inch of the West Wing belongs to me, not even a molecule of the air they breathe
Author's Notes: Feedback the best stuff on earth

A/N: I'm writing this after finding out that John Wells said this would be last season of West Wing, and they'll announce it after the memorial service for John Spencer…I think I'm gonna be sick…or cry. So after giving you that lovely news, hopefully this story can cheer you (and me) up…

A/N Part Deux: I believe this is where it becomes AU. Feedback, please!

October 15, 1999

"J!"

Donna froze.

"J!"

Josh felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. There stood his college roommate's ex-girlfriend. What was her name? He couldn't think of it so instead he put on a fake smile and held out his hand to shake hers.

"Hey! How are you?"

"I'm doing fine. How are you? How's the campaign going?"

"Good, just fine."

"Listen, I was wondering if I could have five minutes with the Governor." Who the hell was this woman, and why did she think she should be allowed to talk to the Governor? "I think I could help on the campaign."

…Oh.

Josh looked towards Donna briefly. Her face had gone blank. Maybe she was feeling awkward? He'd introduce her if she could just remember what the woman was called.

"I'll talk to Leo McGarry; he'll get in touch with you." Amy Gardner smiled at him.

"Thanks, J. It was nice seeing you again."

"You, too." She turned away, her heels clicking on the New York sidewalk as she disappeared into the crowd.

The Bartlet campaign was in Manhattan for the Al Smith dinner that night. Josh was a little upset because he would have to miss the third New York Mets play off game versus the Atlanta Braves to attend the event. The Mets were down two games to none. If the Braves won this one they would only need another game to clinch the National League Championship.

Donna cleared her throat. "Who was that?"

"I have no idea. Some girl who used to date my college roommate. She might be April?"

"Jay?" she asked, her voice sounding small. "Is that what you like to be called?" His forehead crinkled.

"Are you kidding me? J? Do I look like some immature idiot? No, no, not in a million years. She just thought she was being cute or something. She'd try to get me to talk while she was waiting for Greg to take her out or something. She was annoying." He looked at her retreating form. "And should really changer her hair or something." Josh looked at Donna and smiled. "We'll see if her name makes it on Leo's desk."

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2:12 AM

October 16, 1999

- -knock, knock- -

Donna rolled over, wiping away the sleep. She stared at the clock until her eyes focused on the bright red numbers blaring that it was 2:13 in the morning.

- -knock, knock, knock- -

"Donna!" his loud whisper came through the door. "You awake?" Donna let out a puff of air and threw the blankets off. The cold wafted over her body making her rub her hands over her arms as she made her way to the door and threw it open.

"Joshua." She glared at him.

"Donnatella Moss!"

"You're drunk!" He stared at her, his eyes wandering up and down her body before landing back on the blue.

"You're beautiful." Donna blushed, she couldn't help it. "And I need to pee, can I use your…" he trailed off pointing towards the bathroom as he brushed past her.

"Sure, Josh," she muttered, closing the door. "Help yourself." He stumbled out a minute later.

"I love New York, Donna. I love it." He drunkenly paced around her room as she perched on the edge of her bed. "I love the yellow taxis, I love the people, I love the hot dogs, I even love the hot dog vendors. I loved how your eyes lit up when you saw the Empire State Building today and I absolutely love the New York Mets, even if they lost tonight." He sat down next to her. "But they don't compare to your eyes." He was talking too fast; Donna couldn't get a word in. "And tomorrow we get to see the Mets play!"

"We do?" Words finally escaped her mouth.

"Of course we do! How can you go to New York and not see the world's greatest baseball team playing at Shea Stadium?" He bounced slightly on the bed, a grin played across his features.

"But I thought you were taking Mandy?"

"Mandy, shmandy. I broke up with her, its over." He threw his arms out like an umpire calling a runner safe at first. "She's a bitch." Josh looked up at the ceiling. "Why didn't anybody tell me?" Donna coughed and moved to start the coffee machine – Josh was gonna need some black caffeine later. He gently grabbed her wrist. "What happened with your boyfriend?" The innocent look in his eyes almost made her tell him everything...almost. Instead of answering she just stared at the chocolate she found in his gaze.

"I'm going to take a nap," Josh suddenly changed the subject, curled up on her bed and closed his eyes. Donna fiddled around with the coffee machine unsuccessfully trying to get it to work before she woke up her boss. She carefully led the cranky, drunk Joshua Lyman back to his room and under the covers. As she quietly made her way out of his room he shifted in his bed, making himself comfortable. He must have thought she was gone. That could be the only logical reason for the mumbled "love her" she heard followed by a snore.

Now, the question is was he talking about her or Mandy?