See part one for disclaimer and other information.

These are just a few light scenes after the darkness of the last few chapters. Part of this is a response to a challenge that was issued. I can no longer remember who issued the challenge. Please enjoy.

Margaret is stunned to realize that it is day 365. A year working for Leo McGarry and oh how her life has changed. She had never expected to spend her time flying across the country or dining in fancy attire with important politicians. She certainly had never expected to find a boss that needs her so much. Margaret has yet to characterize how she feels about him. It doesn't fit neatly into any human expression and that suits her just fine.

Their relationship has subtly altered since the incident with the bourbon decanter. He still grumpily yells her name through the door and expects her to go everywhere with him. It is more the little things. Leo has stayed out of her filing cabinets and listens to at least half of her story before waving her off. Something had changed when she started calling him Leo. She is now part of his inner family and it is obvious he feels safe around her.

"Margaret!" but had stayed oh so the same.

Leo is sitting on his desk, feet on the desk chair.

Margaret raises an eyebrow and waits for an explanation.

"There's a mouse," it is stated matter a factly despite where he is sitting.

"Okay." Margaret responds, skeptically.

"Would you get rid of it!"

Margaret can't help but laugh and tries to smother it. She gets an empty file box before Leo can catch her.

"Are we going to keep it as a pet?" Margaret asks with a smirk.

"Would you just get rid of the thing!"

"He's actually kinda cute."

"Margaret!"

"Alright Leo, I'll go let it go in the alley."

Leo watches her leave the office and shakes his head when she remarks over her shoulder, "But I still think he's cute."

And that's how it is.

Margaret wants to know whose idea this new fangled contraption is. All it does is make funny beeping noises that are giving her a headache. She hasn't gotten any work done and it's almost noon.

Margaret taps on Leo's door.

"What?"

"Where did my type writer go?"

"Jed stole it. He thinks we need to move out of the dark ages," he responds calmly looking over the edge of his glasses still moving papers.

That confuses the hell out of Margaret. Jed has trouble using a touch-tone phone, "Did he send an instruction manual?"

"How the hell should I know? Some guy was here to set it up this morning."

"Could you take a look at it?"

"Margaret, I don't know anything about it."

"I don't either."

"Didn't they teach you about them in college?"

"No"

Leo finally puts his glasses in his pocket and goes out to sit at Margaret's desk.

Leo squints at the screen and quickly puts his glasses back on. He presses a few buttons and is swiftly rewarded by half a dozen screens popping up at him. Leo raises an eyebrow. "What's that?" pointing at a device sitting next to the keyboard.

"I don't know."

He moves to pick it up, but jars it slightly first. An arrow moves across the screen. He tries clicking on one of the pictures on the screen. It turns blue. He gets frustrated and hits the button a few more times. The word processing program finally comes up. "Ah ha, it doesn't seem that bad." Leo experimentally types a few words.

"I still want my type writer back."

TBC

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