Only one slight comment to make for this chapter.

If anyone knows the name of the bar that Josh takes Amy to and the only song the piano player knows how to play is "Surrey with the Fringe on Top", please leave a comment with the name of the bar. The name is right there, but I just can't think of it. I needed it for this chapter, but I'm far too lazy to go and pop in the correct DVD to find the name. I can see the whole conversation between Josh and Donna in my head, just not the name of the bar. You know, the whole "where are you taking her?" and then "the bar name which I can't remember" and then "I like that place" and then "I figured you would" or something like that. Annoying.

So, DAZZLE me with your TWW trivia by commenting with the name of the bar. It'll also make me stop beating myself up inside over the name of it.

Oh, and, obviously, this entire story I have going is alternate universe, but I just figured I'd clarify that now. I don't think I'll ever mention Amy in here, but who knows, maybe. Even though I'm a JD 'shipper, I don't hate Amy. I think that makes me a traitor...

Other than that, all my other preceding statements go for this entry, too.

Oh, and sorry (once again) because the slight comment turned into a detailed note. I guess it's because I'm about two hours earlier than I have been for posting the latest chapter and it seems strange to be stopping procrastinating all the other writing I should be doing right now so early. :)

Enjoy.

He strutted up to her desk, very chipper and upbeat --- especially for 7:30 on a Saturday morning.

"Hello, darling." he said.

Donna looked up, confused.

"Well, hi, Josh. Good to see you're awake on this nice, early, Saturday."

Generally, Donna thought, there was no possible way Josh could be in this grand of a mood on a Saturday morning unless the night before he'd --- well, had spent some quality time with her. Also, what was up with the darling? It was quite a good thing that not everyone was running around like on a weekday. Donna didn't really feel like being the subject yet again of office gossip.

"I am indeed awake and in a glorious mood, Donna. Do you know why that is?"

"Because you took a shower and had some coffee?"

Josh looked at her, the corners of his mouth going up into a smile.

"Well, yes, dear, that would be why I am awake. But, you see, the real importance of this little thing we have going on right now is the reason why I am in a glorious mood."

"Maybe it's because it's a Saturday, you have a minimal amount of meetings, and could potentially be out of the office by 12:30?"

"All very good reasons, my sweetheart, but, no, I have a particular one in mind."

Donna began to rack her brain. What on earth could Josh be so excited about that he would be using constant pet nam--- then it hit her.

"Oh, my God, you talked to C.J., didn't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Josh said, running behind Donna's chair and spinning her around to face him. "I spoke with C.J. on my way into the building and found out someone told her about a certain relationship that had been going on. Donna, it was so very educated of you to first speak of our scandalous relationship to the press secretary. Seeing as she gave it the okay to some degree, I can now do this in the office." Josh threw himself towards her, beginning a passionate kiss.

Finally breaking away, Donna began to explain herself.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it last night, it's just that I knew you were tired and I didn't get home until really late. And, I know that I said I might come over after C.J. and I had drinks, but, Josh, you were so tired an---"

"Donna, please, don't worry about it." Josh took her hand and began to walk with her, their fingers intertwined.

"I'm not upset with you. I have no reason to be upset with you. I'm thrilled, Donna. You and I can have somewhat of a more average relationship, minus the threat of media coverage. That, to me, is superb. You know I want it." They stopped walking and Josh took her into his arms.

"Thank you, Josh," Donna sighed. It felt pretty damn good to be in his arms after a whole night alone. "Are you sure it's okay though? I mean, I'm fine with telling everyone here, to the most part, I just don't want to turn this into a national scandal. I know it's highly unlikely, but still."

"Donna, please. Don't worry about it," he said, taking her face in his hands. "What's that name of that musical about the western state, the one with the song they play at that bar? The 'chicks and ducks and geese' song?"

"You mean 'Oklahoma!'?"

"Yes. That one. There's another song from that musical that fits this perfectly, because, Donna, I don't care what happens. You know? The song says 'people will say we're in love', and whatever, that's true. We're in love, and, as stupid as this sounds, relating it to Rodgers and Hammerstein, it's true. Who cares what people think. That's what Shirley Jones and, oh what's his name---"

"Gordon MacRae."

"That's what Shirley Jones and Gordon MacRae said. So, if they did it in a musical, it can totally be done in real life."

"Aww, Josh!" Donna squealed. "You just called me your own Laurey!"

"Yeah," he replied, smiling a mile wide with his dimples. "Now, what's the name of the guy she's with?"

"Curly."

"Curly? That's his name? What kind of name is that?"

"A cute one. He's a cowboy, you know."

"Ah, and yes, being from Conneticut, I am well versed in the art of cattle roping."

"My own Curly!" Donna laughed, patting the top of Josh's head. "Though, Josh, you know, Laurey didn't start out in the beginning with Curly. It's quite an interesting story."

"Is it one that you can finish in the time it takes for you and me to walk to the mess, hand in hand?"

"Maybe, but you're going to have to listen to it anyway."

Josh grabbed her hand, and they walked off, talking about Laurey Williams, Jud Fry, and Curly McLain, with Josh rolling his eyes just to see Donna's adorable expression when she pretended to be angry, and the smile when she accepted his game.