Fic: Posihopetivity
Title: Posihopetivity
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Leslie/Ann
Rating: PG
Summary: Leslie has a dream
Spoilers: Season 1, Episode 2 'Canvassing'
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all this came from the minds of Greg Daniels and Michael Schur. I also don’t own Amy Poehler or Rashida Jones.
Notes: Another episode, another fic…again, me? Shameless…
The day was bright, beautiful, and full of promise.
A small group was gathered, talking to one another animatedly as they looked around their lush surroundings. Big, strong trees with glorious green leaves, fresh cut grass - in the distance there was a first class playground (state-of-the-art slides, swings, sandbox, pool table, gigantic chess field), as well as an amphitheater performing ‘Othello’, a basketball court, Olympic-size swimming pool, and a track for thoroughbred horses.
The whole area went on and on, a wonderland of delight and the group could hardly take it all in. Then there was a whir and a hum and all attention turned to a podium that had been set up before the crowd.
The guest of honor appeared at the podium and uproarious applause broke out, hoots and hollers of an eager and happy crowd. The woman at the podium raised her hands, waving a bit before motioning for silence. She leaned towards the microphone and spoke, her words warm and sure, “Good day, everyone, I am President Leslie Knope,”
President Knope couldn’t get any farther in her speech, the applause breaking again, uproarious now, various voices hollering out, ‘We love you, Leslie!’ and ‘You’re the best President ever, Knope!’
President Knope chuckled and held up her hands again, trying to get back some decorum, “Ladies and Gentlemen, please, please…I know, I know, but…I must speak with you…”
The crowd eventually acquiesced and she continued, “I’d like to thank you all for being here with me today, on my birthday. Especially my White House staff, behind me here…in particular, my White House Chief of Staff, Mr. Tom Haverford-”
Tom stood forward, waving genially to a smart smattering of applause.
“…my lovely White House Press Secretary, Ms. April Ludgate,”
April stood forward; she was wearing a huge smile and an outrageous sunflower-printed sundress. There was more applause as well as some cat-calls. President Knope chuckled, “Yes, yes, calm down now-”
The cat calls were then directed towards President Knope, these were even more vociferous, and it was obvious they were coming from the back where George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Hugh Jackman and several other well known famous actors were practically crying, each of them wearing ‘I (heart symbol) Leslie’ shirts and carrying on and on.
President Knope just laughed some more, wagging a finger, “Come on, now, guys…Guys! I told you! I’m taken!” she pointed to her wedding ring, shaking her head, “And, as always, you must remember, cooler heads prevail!…now where was I? Ah yes, I would also like to thank my Vice President, Mr. Mark Brendanawicz…he’s not here, today, sadly, as he is off tying up loose ends with the Middle East, because, as you know, last year, my first year in office, I resolved that little squabble overseas-”
Another set of uproarious applause.
“Yes, yes…it was quite tricky, but nothing the ‘problem-solver’ couldn’t handle, huh?”
Laughter.
“Yeah, yeees, yes, I liked that title…thank you Time Magazine,” Leslie chuckled, “Regardless, this is more than a day to just celebrate my birthday or to praise my staff or even to talk about the peace in the Middle East. Today, is a day, that I want to talk to you about dreams. I’ve always said that this is a nation of dreamers and where we stand today is proof of that.”
President Knope didn’t have to look at a teleprompter or notes, she had this memorized like any good President, any good politician who actually cared, should, “You know, back when I was but a small civil servant here in beautiful Pawnee, Indiana-”
More applause.
“-I had a dream. A dream to make a dirty, disgusting, filth covered pit into a gorgeous, world-class park. It wasn’t easy. There was much opposition, many ‘nay-sayers’, if you will. But then, as now, you know that, as your President, as a nation, we cannot give in to negativity. We cannot hope to build on our future, to build on our wonderful country, without a little something I like to call, ‘Posihopetivity’. It’s where positivity and hope merge to become one. Posihopetivity is stronger than negativity, stronger because, not only is its negativity’s complete opposite, it is so strong, so optimistic, that it has risen above the fact that it is not even a real word!”
More hollers and wild applause.
“Posihopetivity is what I hope for all of you. What I hope for this nation and for our future. It was what I had, when I first went about constructing this park, and look at it now…this is one of America’s most visited attractions. A location that has garnered several awards and accolades. In fact, just last year, it was here, at the Kate Spivak Memorial Fountain, that I managed to end the war on drugs-”
More applause, but this a bit muted as the crowd was moved, President Knope looked on the verge of tears.
“As…as many of you know, or, to the few of you that may not…when I was…building this park…there was a young woman, a mother, and an…acquaintance…I knew, who was very opposed to this park. Her name, was Kate Spivak…unfortunately, Mrs. Spivak, as most people who do not like parks…was a fervent crystal meth user and,” President Knope gasped, holding back her tears, strong in the face of sorrow, “And she OD’ed right here, in this unsafe pit that she was unwilling to make into a park!”
Several people gasped loudly at this revelation.
“…I know, I know…it was a tragedy. A tragedy that I used to catapult me forward. You see, I used that tragedy. I used it and turned it into posihopetivity. Enough posihopetivity to complete this park. Enough…posihopetivity, to push forward and make my dreams, and the dreams of all good Pawnee citizens, come true. I finished this park and I dedicated my like to fighting the injustice, to fighting the negativity that led to Mrs. Spivak’s death.”
“And I made sure there was a fountain, dedicated to her and her memory. The fountain, which you will find in the center of this park - is built on strength and hope and on posihopetivity. The fountain shows that if you just put your mind to something, if you stay strong, you can accomplish anything. You can move mountains, you can stop the war on drugs, you can bring peace to the Middle East and, most important of all, you can build a park over a pit!”
The applause now was close to deafening; President Knope just waved and beamed her sunny, perfect smile. Then she motioned behind her and a woman stepped forward. She took the woman’s hand, smiling as she announced, “This is a great county, America! A country where anything can happen! A country where, not only can a woman become President, she can also be proud to not have a First Man stand by her side, but a First Lady. Everyone, please turn your attention and your applause to your First Lady and my lovely wife, Ann Perkins-Knope!”
Ann gave a cheery smile, waving at the crowd with one hand and squeezing Leslie’s with the other. Cameras’ began to flash and Ann blinked rapidly, turning her eyes to Leslie’s face and in her eyes, Leslie could see all her feelings. Overcome, Leslie drew Ann forward and gave her a short and yet meaningful kiss.
The crowd roared its approval and then, with a whir and a hum, a space limo descended from the sky, ready to pick them up and return them to Washington, as the crowd started disco dancing with bears and midgets and Leslie, Leslie, Leslie…
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“Leslie! Leslie!”
Leslie woke up with a snort, “Huh-? Was-? Posihopetivity?”
“Leslie,” Tom said as he shook her shoulder, “Leslie, wake up! The forum is starting soon…”
Leslie frowned as she awoke more fully. Oh. Yes. The forum. Leslie sighed, running a hand through her hair as she nodded, “All right…all right…yeah, yeah…be there in a minute.”
Satisfied that she was awake and ready (as much as she could be) Tom left. Leslie yawned and stretched. Smiling sleepily. Pretty good dream. Nice future. Little weird though.
Leslie pressed her fingers to her lips in thought as remnants from the dream passed before her eyes.
Her…and…Ann?
Leslie smirked and shrugged. Maybe she had been watching too much ‘Ellen’ or something (not that she could help it, ‘Ellen’ was the like the new ‘Oprah’, after all) but, still…not a bad dream-kiss though…
Leslie rose to her feet and played the dream over again in her mind.
Yeah…yeah…not a bad dream at all.
I suppose I could have cut out the bit with Ann and done a straight forward gen fic but...not to ship? *shrugs* What can I say? Just not in me...
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Leslie/Ann
Rating: PG
Summary: Leslie has a dream
Spoilers: Season 1, Episode 2 'Canvassing'
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all this came from the minds of Greg Daniels and Michael Schur. I also don’t own Amy Poehler or Rashida Jones.
Notes: Another episode, another fic…again, me? Shameless…
The day was bright, beautiful, and full of promise.
A small group was gathered, talking to one another animatedly as they looked around their lush surroundings. Big, strong trees with glorious green leaves, fresh cut grass - in the distance there was a first class playground (state-of-the-art slides, swings, sandbox, pool table, gigantic chess field), as well as an amphitheater performing ‘Othello’, a basketball court, Olympic-size swimming pool, and a track for thoroughbred horses.
The whole area went on and on, a wonderland of delight and the group could hardly take it all in. Then there was a whir and a hum and all attention turned to a podium that had been set up before the crowd.
The guest of honor appeared at the podium and uproarious applause broke out, hoots and hollers of an eager and happy crowd. The woman at the podium raised her hands, waving a bit before motioning for silence. She leaned towards the microphone and spoke, her words warm and sure, “Good day, everyone, I am President Leslie Knope,”
President Knope couldn’t get any farther in her speech, the applause breaking again, uproarious now, various voices hollering out, ‘We love you, Leslie!’ and ‘You’re the best President ever, Knope!’
President Knope chuckled and held up her hands again, trying to get back some decorum, “Ladies and Gentlemen, please, please…I know, I know, but…I must speak with you…”
The crowd eventually acquiesced and she continued, “I’d like to thank you all for being here with me today, on my birthday. Especially my White House staff, behind me here…in particular, my White House Chief of Staff, Mr. Tom Haverford-”
Tom stood forward, waving genially to a smart smattering of applause.
“…my lovely White House Press Secretary, Ms. April Ludgate,”
April stood forward; she was wearing a huge smile and an outrageous sunflower-printed sundress. There was more applause as well as some cat-calls. President Knope chuckled, “Yes, yes, calm down now-”
The cat calls were then directed towards President Knope, these were even more vociferous, and it was obvious they were coming from the back where George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Hugh Jackman and several other well known famous actors were practically crying, each of them wearing ‘I (heart symbol) Leslie’ shirts and carrying on and on.
President Knope just laughed some more, wagging a finger, “Come on, now, guys…Guys! I told you! I’m taken!” she pointed to her wedding ring, shaking her head, “And, as always, you must remember, cooler heads prevail!…now where was I? Ah yes, I would also like to thank my Vice President, Mr. Mark Brendanawicz…he’s not here, today, sadly, as he is off tying up loose ends with the Middle East, because, as you know, last year, my first year in office, I resolved that little squabble overseas-”
Another set of uproarious applause.
“Yes, yes…it was quite tricky, but nothing the ‘problem-solver’ couldn’t handle, huh?”
Laughter.
“Yeah, yeees, yes, I liked that title…thank you Time Magazine,” Leslie chuckled, “Regardless, this is more than a day to just celebrate my birthday or to praise my staff or even to talk about the peace in the Middle East. Today, is a day, that I want to talk to you about dreams. I’ve always said that this is a nation of dreamers and where we stand today is proof of that.”
President Knope didn’t have to look at a teleprompter or notes, she had this memorized like any good President, any good politician who actually cared, should, “You know, back when I was but a small civil servant here in beautiful Pawnee, Indiana-”
More applause.
“-I had a dream. A dream to make a dirty, disgusting, filth covered pit into a gorgeous, world-class park. It wasn’t easy. There was much opposition, many ‘nay-sayers’, if you will. But then, as now, you know that, as your President, as a nation, we cannot give in to negativity. We cannot hope to build on our future, to build on our wonderful country, without a little something I like to call, ‘Posihopetivity’. It’s where positivity and hope merge to become one. Posihopetivity is stronger than negativity, stronger because, not only is its negativity’s complete opposite, it is so strong, so optimistic, that it has risen above the fact that it is not even a real word!”
More hollers and wild applause.
“Posihopetivity is what I hope for all of you. What I hope for this nation and for our future. It was what I had, when I first went about constructing this park, and look at it now…this is one of America’s most visited attractions. A location that has garnered several awards and accolades. In fact, just last year, it was here, at the Kate Spivak Memorial Fountain, that I managed to end the war on drugs-”
More applause, but this a bit muted as the crowd was moved, President Knope looked on the verge of tears.
“As…as many of you know, or, to the few of you that may not…when I was…building this park…there was a young woman, a mother, and an…acquaintance…I knew, who was very opposed to this park. Her name, was Kate Spivak…unfortunately, Mrs. Spivak, as most people who do not like parks…was a fervent crystal meth user and,” President Knope gasped, holding back her tears, strong in the face of sorrow, “And she OD’ed right here, in this unsafe pit that she was unwilling to make into a park!”
Several people gasped loudly at this revelation.
“…I know, I know…it was a tragedy. A tragedy that I used to catapult me forward. You see, I used that tragedy. I used it and turned it into posihopetivity. Enough posihopetivity to complete this park. Enough…posihopetivity, to push forward and make my dreams, and the dreams of all good Pawnee citizens, come true. I finished this park and I dedicated my like to fighting the injustice, to fighting the negativity that led to Mrs. Spivak’s death.”
“And I made sure there was a fountain, dedicated to her and her memory. The fountain, which you will find in the center of this park - is built on strength and hope and on posihopetivity. The fountain shows that if you just put your mind to something, if you stay strong, you can accomplish anything. You can move mountains, you can stop the war on drugs, you can bring peace to the Middle East and, most important of all, you can build a park over a pit!”
The applause now was close to deafening; President Knope just waved and beamed her sunny, perfect smile. Then she motioned behind her and a woman stepped forward. She took the woman’s hand, smiling as she announced, “This is a great county, America! A country where anything can happen! A country where, not only can a woman become President, she can also be proud to not have a First Man stand by her side, but a First Lady. Everyone, please turn your attention and your applause to your First Lady and my lovely wife, Ann Perkins-Knope!”
Ann gave a cheery smile, waving at the crowd with one hand and squeezing Leslie’s with the other. Cameras’ began to flash and Ann blinked rapidly, turning her eyes to Leslie’s face and in her eyes, Leslie could see all her feelings. Overcome, Leslie drew Ann forward and gave her a short and yet meaningful kiss.
The crowd roared its approval and then, with a whir and a hum, a space limo descended from the sky, ready to pick them up and return them to Washington, as the crowd started disco dancing with bears and midgets and Leslie, Leslie, Leslie…
88888888888
“Leslie! Leslie!”
Leslie woke up with a snort, “Huh-? Was-? Posihopetivity?”
“Leslie,” Tom said as he shook her shoulder, “Leslie, wake up! The forum is starting soon…”
Leslie frowned as she awoke more fully. Oh. Yes. The forum. Leslie sighed, running a hand through her hair as she nodded, “All right…all right…yeah, yeah…be there in a minute.”
Satisfied that she was awake and ready (as much as she could be) Tom left. Leslie yawned and stretched. Smiling sleepily. Pretty good dream. Nice future. Little weird though.
Leslie pressed her fingers to her lips in thought as remnants from the dream passed before her eyes.
Her…and…Ann?
Leslie smirked and shrugged. Maybe she had been watching too much ‘Ellen’ or something (not that she could help it, ‘Ellen’ was the like the new ‘Oprah’, after all) but, still…not a bad dream-kiss though…
Leslie rose to her feet and played the dream over again in her mind.
Yeah…yeah…not a bad dream at all.
I suppose I could have cut out the bit with Ann and done a straight forward gen fic but...not to ship? *shrugs* What can I say? Just not in me...