Advent fanfic: The West Wing: CJ.
Rating: G
Advent fanfic inspired by Seanan's efforts every year.
WARNING: Contains spoilers for the last few episodes of The West Wing.
It had been almost a year since CJ had moved to Malibu, but it still freaked her out that she could stand on the beach on Christmas Eve wearing slacks and a sweater. Frank Hollis had kicked her out of the office and threatened to change her door access code. “CJ, it’s traditional for computer companies to close down between Christmas and New Year’s. Go home! Watch a movie, knit something, read a book. I don’t care! But you aren’t working again until after January 1. The world will still be here in two weeks.” Then Danny had kicked her out of the house so he could finish the chapter he was writing. So she was walking on the beach in December wondering if she should get a dog. Probably not.
Danny had finally stopped muttering about being a kept man, and was deep into writing the second volume of his history of the Bartlet White House. After those two volumes were published he was going to start writing the first authorized bio of Franklin Hollis.
The sun was going down, and it was getting colder. CJ headed for the house. She did like being able to hear the ocean from her bedroom. She let herself in quietly, and slipped into her study to finish wrapping Danny’s Christmas present.
She had just set it aside and picked up a novel Toby had recommended when Danny stuck his head in the door. “I’m done for tonight. And hungry. Are we going out for dinner?”
“I brought stuff in. Let’s stay here and watch George C. Scott argue with ghosts.”
“You’re on!”
They curled up on the couch with good food, good drink, and good acting. When Bob Cratchet kissed his wife under the mistletoe, CJ paused the DVD, and handed a small, flat package to Danny. “Merry Christmas.”
Danny said, “You want me to open it now?”
“Yup.”
“OK…” Danny tore off the wrapping to find a plain envelope with his name on it, Tearing open the envelope, he spread out the single sheet of paper, and stared at it. There was a doctor’s name on top of it. “CJ! Are you sick?”
“Not at all. Just read it.”
The lab slip said, “Positive pregnancy test.” Danny stared at CJ speechless. “You better finish that book fast, Daddy.” And Danny imitated art and kissed his wife.
Advent fanfic inspired by Seanan's efforts every year.
WARNING: Contains spoilers for the last few episodes of The West Wing.
It had been almost a year since CJ had moved to Malibu, but it still freaked her out that she could stand on the beach on Christmas Eve wearing slacks and a sweater. Frank Hollis had kicked her out of the office and threatened to change her door access code. “CJ, it’s traditional for computer companies to close down between Christmas and New Year’s. Go home! Watch a movie, knit something, read a book. I don’t care! But you aren’t working again until after January 1. The world will still be here in two weeks.” Then Danny had kicked her out of the house so he could finish the chapter he was writing. So she was walking on the beach in December wondering if she should get a dog. Probably not.
Danny had finally stopped muttering about being a kept man, and was deep into writing the second volume of his history of the Bartlet White House. After those two volumes were published he was going to start writing the first authorized bio of Franklin Hollis.
The sun was going down, and it was getting colder. CJ headed for the house. She did like being able to hear the ocean from her bedroom. She let herself in quietly, and slipped into her study to finish wrapping Danny’s Christmas present.
She had just set it aside and picked up a novel Toby had recommended when Danny stuck his head in the door. “I’m done for tonight. And hungry. Are we going out for dinner?”
“I brought stuff in. Let’s stay here and watch George C. Scott argue with ghosts.”
“You’re on!”
They curled up on the couch with good food, good drink, and good acting. When Bob Cratchet kissed his wife under the mistletoe, CJ paused the DVD, and handed a small, flat package to Danny. “Merry Christmas.”
Danny said, “You want me to open it now?”
“Yup.”
“OK…” Danny tore off the wrapping to find a plain envelope with his name on it, Tearing open the envelope, he spread out the single sheet of paper, and stared at it. There was a doctor’s name on top of it. “CJ! Are you sick?”
“Not at all. Just read it.”
The lab slip said, “Positive pregnancy test.” Danny stared at CJ speechless. “You better finish that book fast, Daddy.” And Danny imitated art and kissed his wife.