Dreams - Chapter 6

Leo/Margaret

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MATURE

He sat at his desk in the dark, turned to the window watching the dark. He chuckled. He just had to. It was so incongruous he just had to chuckle. If he didn’t he would cry, and he was not gonna cry. Leo McGarry did not cry. There. ‘What a fuckin lie,’ he thought as a single tear ( Read more... )

Precipice of Choice - Chapter 5
Margaret Hooper/Leo McGarry

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Bring me a cup of coffee. Sure. It’s what I live for. I heard him moan. I was worried. He wants to push me away. “Go home, Margaret.” Sure. I could have been home hours ago with a normal job. It’s now going on ten o’clock. He got called to the ( Read more... )

Chapter 4
Leo McGarry
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She brought me a cheeseburger. She never brings me junk food. She harps about my diet. She brought me French fries. And a Coke. What the hell? I tried to tell her. I really did. She stopped me. Did she guess? Does she know I am about to do something completely outlandish and so un- ( Read more... )

Precipice of Choice
Chapter 3

Margaret Hooper/Leo McGarry

Disclaimer- Just playing them. Not mine. Damn.

I am worried. Something is wrong. Not terribly wrong. Just oddly wrong. The atmosphere in the office is tentative. Fraught with tension. I don’t know what is going on, but it just feels wrong.

I have caught him staring at me now twice, with ( Read more... )

Precipice of Choice - Chapter 2

Leo McGarry

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All life is a choice. You make a choice; either this or that. With each choice, your life, your fate is directed toward a future. This takes you in one direction and that takes you in another. I have always hated the black and white of choice. The yin and ( Read more... )

The Precipice of Choice - Chapter 1

Leo McGarry

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I am not the guy who remembers to tell you I love you. I won’t remember to send flowers, or candy on Valentine’s Day. Obviously, I do not remember anniversaries. I am not warm and fuzzy or cute and cuddly. I am more likely to fall asleep on the couch ( Read more... )

So, My very very first post here. I have dropped some stuff on AO3 and seen some response. I am trying here for the first time. I am such a fan of the West Wing and for me, the sun rises and sets on the memory of John Spencer. If he were still alive I would probably be a stalker and get arrested and my husband would just LOVE that!

I love to read ( Read more... )