TITLE: LA Donut Day
AUTHOR: Teanna (teanna@gatefiction.com)
road kill: http://gatefiction.com/teanna
ARCHIVE: Ask me, please
DISCLAIMER: Bla bla Aaron Sorkin etc
SPOILERS: post-admin, haha
SUMMARY: donuts leave a sugary trail
NOTES: at the end


She should write a memo, instead she plays with a snow globe the 
President - the former President, she should say, but in your head no 
one can hear you - gave her last Christmas. He said, then: "To remind 
you of real weather" and she laughed politely, the way you do.

It reminds her *too* well of real weather - but she wanted to be 
here, she wanted to.

Jayne puts her head inside CJ's office.

"Did you want the conference call tomorrow morning, or after lunch?"

It's more relaxed, here - it used to be, they were always a week 
behind, on principle, and she ran more, in the West Wing - here, 
people come to her, they walk to her.

"Morning will be fine."

Jayne brings her coffee and donuts, plain ones.

Sometimes, she calls Jayne "Carol", and apologizes and buys her 
flowers or a t-shirt from the gift shop below. Amy Gardner visited 
and told CJ only in LA would a very serious women's organisation have 
a gift shop. But it's a good store - CJ buys presents there, a lot of 
pink t-shirts with slogans on them. She pictures Toby in his new pink 
shirt with "Danger! Wild Lesbian" on it. 

She plays with a donut - it rolls across the desk, leaving a sugary 
trail.

She picks up the phone and her hands dial the New York number before 
her brain catches up with them.

"Yes?" Mr. Grumpy is in the house, it seems.

"It's me. What are you up to, Tobias?"

"Writing my last will and testament. I will donate it all to charity."

"Well, save me the t-shirts."

"The ones from NYCC?" He suddenly sounds much happier.

"No, the pink ones. Although I am touched that you'd like me to keep 
your precious NYCC shirts. I promise only to wash them with similar 
garments."

"That's kind of you. Should I donate my body to the medical 
establishment, you think?"

"No, to the National Gallery. A monument to the dedication of 
professional political operatives everywhere... Are you really 
writing your will?"

"I'm beginning to think I should. Or I'll end up in the National 
Gallery."

"Life's like that," she philosophizes. "You never know what'll 
happen. Life's a donut, this eternal circle..." she waves her hand in 
the air.

"And a big fucking hole in the middle?"

"A big fucking hole, Tobias."

"What are you actually doing over there?" he asks, suspicion in his 
voice.

"I'm having a donut day, Toby. An LA Donut Day."

FINIS

Notes: Part of (not a) soundtrack at 
http://gatefiction.com/teanna/soundtrack/index.htm
Thanks muchly to Leea for beta, props to define normal.com and the 
National Gallery, DC. For CGB, my donut gal.