A/N: This was written a while ago, but I'm now posting it in a feeble attempt to give a nice birthday preent to Emmoswmr.So there, I own not, don't sue. Inspiration for this? Just that being a shipper means finding a story even between the most un-romantic words. And I've always wondered about this moment.
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There was a knock on the door.
-Yeah?
-Hi
His breath was immediately caught in the middle of his throat. He was so shocked that he couldn't think. Yet, he was acutely aware of the happiness spreading through his body, like heat from a good cup of coffee.
Wow, coffee. He was incredibly relieved he might never again have someone bringing him coffee in the office. Who needed it, anyway? Coffee was overrated.
That thought was probably the first sign of madness, but he didn't even notice. He was just staring, he knew he should stop, but he couldn't help it.
And then, she smiled. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew it was ridiculous to be this comforted and ecstatic about a woman he hadn't met for long. But he really wasn't caring about logic at that point.
She was here, she was smiling and this was exactly what he'd been missing since the moment she had left through that same door. He hadn't been able to admit it, not even to himself, but she was the reason of his crankiness, his sense of defeat and his distraction of the last month.
Why hadn't he seen this earlier? It was her. He should have gone looking for her, tracking her down, anything to get there, standing in frontof him with those eyes. Back.
A sudden pang of doubt hit him hard, was she really back?
what if she wasn't? what would he do?
-I'm back
-Thank God-he whispered softly, through a huge grin that was invading his face and his eyes, same eyes that couldn't leave hers.
His response had been barely audible, but it made her grin madly too, and he just couldn't look away from her.
She was back. This amazing creature that should be nothing more to him than a girl with a name was a back. And all of a sudden he felt empowered. He could do anything.
Of course he could spin the gun thing, how couldn't he?
And damn straight he was getting McCourt's endorsement. And Boyd's.
And Republicans better watch themselves.
He was ready for anything that could come up, because she was there with him. And somehow, that fact did to him what nothing else had. Not endless nights with his so-called girlfriend. Not the increasing popularity of the Governor in recent weeks. Not even the combined efforts of Toby and Sam to cheer him up during a baseball game.
He knew it was weird, and perhaps dumb, but none of those things had improved his recent mood. None had made him feel like he did in her presence.
Whole.
-Josh? Leo needs you; he said the guy from the DNC is here.
He made an affirmative sign to Margaret and dismissed her, concentrating now in gathering his things from the desk. He didn't look up while he shuffled folders and memos. He knew he would never leave the office if he did, and he was already awfully late to the meeting.
-Josh? Should I…?
Donna's doubtful voice made him laugh softly. Was she nervous? Seriously? How could she even conceive the idea of him not taking her back? Honestly.
He grabbed the file of media planning with determination; he was going to show this guy that he was messing with the wrong candidate. They were going to get those ads right.
-Josh? – He took one last and quick glance at her worried face and left the office in full swagger and dimple-exhibition, shouting over his shoulder:
- There's a pile of stuff on the desk!