Ebb & Flow
west wing. sam, c.j. and letters. g. for annapie
"If she closes her eyes she can just about taste the salt on her lips - the sun burning her cheeks."
a/n: I have another (very) different version of this story. If I can polish it, I'll post it.
There's a picture of the California coast sitting on her desk and laced across its back are Sam's words, "You're jealous". She almost is. She almost feels sorry that she didn't stay or move back when the President was "relieved". If she closes her eyes she can just about taste the salt on her lips - the sun burning her cheeks. That's when Carol swings open the door and says, "Senior staff in fifteen," sliding pink slips into her hands. That night she takes her camera, purposely sets it to black and white and captures the Capitol. (The White House, she determines, would be too sacred - as if she stole its soul.) On the back of her photo she scrawls, hastily, "You wish."
There's a picture of the Capitol building in his hands and it makes his fingers itch. Seeing the blurred vehicles and lights in front of the unmoving temple makes his stomach lurch. He stops sending her pictures of the ocean, taking one of his coffee mug instead, and writes, "You win. Low tide in DC reveals the best creatures."
"If she closes her eyes she can just about taste the salt on her lips - the sun burning her cheeks."
a/n: I have another (very) different version of this story. If I can polish it, I'll post it.
There's a picture of the California coast sitting on her desk and laced across its back are Sam's words, "You're jealous". She almost is. She almost feels sorry that she didn't stay or move back when the President was "relieved". If she closes her eyes she can just about taste the salt on her lips - the sun burning her cheeks. That's when Carol swings open the door and says, "Senior staff in fifteen," sliding pink slips into her hands. That night she takes her camera, purposely sets it to black and white and captures the Capitol. (The White House, she determines, would be too sacred - as if she stole its soul.) On the back of her photo she scrawls, hastily, "You wish."
There's a picture of the Capitol building in his hands and it makes his fingers itch. Seeing the blurred vehicles and lights in front of the unmoving temple makes his stomach lurch. He stops sending her pictures of the ocean, taking one of his coffee mug instead, and writes, "You win. Low tide in DC reveals the best creatures."