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The Journey to Love: Love and Politics	By : sissouthernink1994 Category: S through Z > West Wing Views: 2272 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Full disclaimer below with more to follow for each chapter. This is a work of fiction. I don't own The West Wing- the building or the show. I don't know President and Mrs. Obama, I'm not getting paid for this.

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Chapter 2: The Real Thing
Santa Ana, California 8:25 a.m.
Sam headed into the front office and found his assistant Ginger hard at work.
“Morning Ginger.”
“Good Morning Sam.”
“How is Maddy’s tooth?” Sam asked about Ginger’s four-year-old daughter. Ginger and her husband Anthony thought Maddy had a toothache but it turned out to be a loose one instead. The little girl refused to let her dad pull it.
“She finally got tired of the pain and let Anthony pull it. It took all of about 10 seconds. We could have been done with this days ago.” Sam agreed and was looking at the agenda for that day’s meeting. “All she kept saying last night was that she couldn’t stop her tongue from going in the hole.” Sam’s cheeks turned light pink at the remark as he held in a giggle, remembering that Josh had said the exact same line one night while making love. Not now Sam. Back to work, he said to himself. He looked the agenda over again as one of the interns handed some of the documents and proposals for the meeting. He glanced through them and saw that an important one was missing.
“Where is the highway proposal? Has Taylor not sent it?” He sighed in disgust.
“I haven’t seen it.” Ginger replied and the intern said the same.
“We have a meeting in 30 minutes. Everyone deserves the chance to look over everything on the agenda. Call his office and tell them to hurry up and send it out. And he wonders why his stuff is always postponed or voted down.” He shook his head and walked into his office as Ginger got on the phone.

Washington, D.C. 1:31 p.m.
                Josh Lyman headed back to his office for a lunch later than he wanted. As long as he has been working in Washington, he should know there is no such thing as a short meeting. What was I thinking? He thought to himself. Before hitting the elevators, he passed the sandwich cart and grabbed lunch. He entered the front part of Congressman Pointer’s office, walked down the hallway and past his long time assistant, Donna who waved “welcome back” as she finished writing down what seemed like message number fifty she had taken for him in the past hour. He entered his Chief of Staff office, burdened his desk with the items he carried and sighed as he sat down. Donna came in and saw the exasperated look on his face.
“Let me guess, Charlotte McNally?”
“How did those people in Michigan ever vote her in? What do they see in her? She has to be one of the most exhausting people I have ever met in my life! She’s like the desert heat; she just drains all the energy out of a person. As well as all common sense, all brain power and the ability to care.”
“She won by a landslide if I remember correctly.” Donna said.
“Landslide my ass. Next time she runs I’m gonna find someone in Michigan who can check voter irregularities involving her race.”
“There, there. Drink your Pepsi™ and calm down.” She said patting his shoulder. “Here are your messages, most urgent on top. Are you taking calls during lunch?” She asked.
“No, I need to read through this stuff for my next two meetings. Three down and two to go. Wish it was next Thursday already.”
“Which reminds me, have you chosen a gift for Sam yet?” Josh shook his head no, as he leafed through his messages.
“No, I really don’t know what to get him.”
“Has he mentioned wanting anything in particular?”
“You know Sam, me being there is present enough for him. I want to get him something special though.”
“Matching rings would be nice.” She hinted.
“You keep saying that.”
“I’m just saying Josh you guys should think about it. You’ve been together twelve years and there are places like our lovely D.C. that it is legal for you to marry or have a civil union. Not like when you were first together.”
“I know. But we really haven’t had ‘the conversation’ yet.”
“Why not?”
“It will require us to out ourselves politically, which we aren’t sure if we’re ready to do. Friends and family are fine. People who vote you in office are a different story. It also requires one of us to move and…”
“I know. You can’t decide who needs to move. Will you promise me that you and Sam will at least talk about it next weekend?”
“I promise that we’ll talk about it.”
“Thank you.” She said leaving and closing the door behind her.
Marriage. Civil Unions. Josh had thought about it. Being bisexual, he never really thought whom he might end up with. Never expected that it would be Sam. Certainly didn’t expect them to survive twelve years together, four of them being in a long distance relationship. He opened his turkey sandwich, took a bite and thought about his handsome love. Avocados and black olives, so Californian. He looked at this personal phone to check for messages. Sam was probably neck deep in a Congressional session at the moment. But there was one from Sam saying how bored he was and that he was trying to not let his mind wander too much. He sent one back saying that it wouldn’t be long until they could talk later.
                He loved the sound of Sam’s voice. “Lawyer speak” seemed to make sense to people who didn’t know the law. He loved to hear him read poetry. The words seemed so much more; more filled with love, more filled with emotion. He could have read the telephone book and Josh would be drooling. Josh loved Sam’s voice so much that he would often let him go on about the oddest things just to hear it. He often wondered if the famous or infamous (depending on who you talked to) “Josh and Sam banter” was because he loved the sound of Sam’s voice.
                He scrolled through the pictures in his personal phone, looking at the ones he’d taken. Here was a favorite. It was of Sam sleeping, naked under the sheets. He was on his stomach, arms under the pillow and face toward Josh. The sheet was halfway down his sculpted behind, barely covering it. His well-formed muscles seemed so alluring against the dark blue sheets. Here was another favorite of Sam’s dazzling blue eyes and smile. God, he is so beautiful. And he was so in love with Josh.
                He should have been reading the files and proposals on his desk. Instead, he was thinking of his Sam and how he got him to leave New York.

New York City, February 1998
Josh Lyman was in freezing, snowy New York City to see a man about a horse, a dark horse. For the second time. As he looked around the lobby, he wondered if anyone was a stoked about the upcoming presidential race as he was. Probably not. He headed to the elevators to the visit the Gage Whitney Pace Law firm. He didn’t need a lawyer, but he came to see a man about a horse- a dark one.
“Mr. Seaborn, there’s a Josh Lyman here to see you.” Josh? What’s he doing in New York? Again?
“Send him in.” The admin assistant led Josh into Sam’s office and closed the door behind her. Sam is surprised to see him. They shake hands, hug and laugh.
“So how are things?” Josh asks as Sam offers him a seat.
“Going well. You?” He replied.
“Good. How’s Lisa? Planning a huge wedding?”
“Trying to.” Sam says sitting behind his desk.
“You’re not getting cold feet are you?”
“No. Not yet anyway.” He watches as Josh looks out the window. “So what brings you here? Again?”
“Again?”
“To New York.” Josh clears his throat.
“Oh, I came to see you. About a horse.”
“A horse?”
“Yeah. I finally found the real thing and I need your help.”
“You found the real thing. It’s a horse and you need my help?”
“Yep.”
“Coca-Cola™. You found Coca-Cola™ and you need my help?” Sam wrinkled his brow. “Oh, I get it. The horse’s name is Coca-Cola™.”
“No.”
“So you don’t need my help or the horse’s name isn’t Coca-Cola™?”
“I need your help. But there’s New Coke™ now so it’s not the real thing anymore.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. It’s a completely new formula. New commercial, everything.”
“So you need help with a formula?”
“You could say that.”
“But I deal with formulas that form sentences. The science of words Josh, not the ones that form sodas.”
“Wouldn’t that be etymology?”
“What?”
“The science of words, etymology”
“That would be the study of words Josh.”
“Science, study same thing.”
“So what exactly is it that you need help with?”
“The real thing. I need help with the real thing, politically.”
“You’re working for Hoynes right? Is he the real thing? Or the horse?”
“No Bartlet is. The horse and the real thing are the same thing.”
“Bartlet. Like the pear?”
“Uh, I guess. Is there another name for a pear?”
“There’s Bosch, Asian, Red.”
“Ok. Yeah, Bartlet”. Josh replied.
“Governor from New Hampshire.”
“Yeah. Him.”
“What makes him the real thing?”
“He just is. I left Hoynes to work for him. I was running Hoynes campaign but now I’m with the Bartlet camp and I need your help.”
“What can I do? I’m a lawyer. Could be partner soon. I would think he already has a team of lawyers.”
“We don’t need a lawyer. We need you. Your words.”
“My words?”
“Yeah. You should hear him speak Sam. It’s like everything you could ever want to hear and believe but never thought you would.”
“If he’s such a prolific speaker, why do you need my words?”
“Because he’s not speaking loud enough people aren’t hearing him and he needs a megaphone.”
“So get him one.”
“What do you think I’m doing here?”
“Did I mention that I could be partner soon?”
“Seriously, Sam, I need you. We’re talking chance of a lifetime. History, the White House. He’s going to be the next President of the United State. I can feel it. You could apply for partnership at any firm you choose after doing this. No other resume could beat it.” Sam quietly thinks.
“What’s his first name again?” Sam asks.
“Josiah.” Josh replies.
“Josiah.” Sam repeats the name, letting it float in the air.
“Yep, Josiah.”
“Joshua, Josiah and Samuel. If we had a band we could be the Old Testament review.” They both laugh. “Sounds like a bad Earth, Wind and Fire spoof.” Sam said.
“Or a really weird Jewish law firm.” Josh commented.
“His wife’s name?”
“Abigail. What does it matter?”
“Just asking. Abigail.” He paused. “Hope his nickname isn’t Nabal.”
“Nabal? It’s not, it’s Jed. What’s with Nabal anyway?”
“What, you don’t remember Nabal?”
“Should I?”
“Nabal from the Bible?”
“I don’t read the bible.”
“You should. Lots of wise words stories with great meanings. Awesome poetry too. It’s always on the Best Sellers List.”
“But I don’t read the Bible.” Josh repeated.
“Clearly. I’m sure he’s mentioned in the Torah.”
“Nabal?”
“Yeah man. Nabal means fool or foolish. Found oddly in I Samuel chapter 27, nope-sorry 25. I Samuel chapter 25.”
“ The whole chapter?”
“Yep, whole chapter.”
“What’s with you and the Bible theme today?” Josh asked.
“It’s a good book, the good book.”
“So what about him?”
“King David was coming to this land and he sent his soldiers ahead to procure food and Nabal refused to meet him and feed the King and his soldiers.”
“And this was foolish because?”
“Because it was. You don’t upset the King Josh. Especially when he could kill you. He had planned to kill Nabal that is until Abigail stepped in.”
“Abigail.”
“Yeah, Abigail. The servants told her what her husband had done. She knew what the King was capable of so she gathered food, servants and set out to meet the King.”
“On her husband’s behalf?”
“No instead of him. Remember he’s the fool? She apologized to the King for his foolishness and he spared Nabal’s life.”
“Hmm. No I didn’t remember that.”
“You are Jewish right? Last time I checked you were.”
“Yea, obviously I’m not practicing.”
“Obviously.” Sam stated.
“Hey I resemble that.”
“Obviously. So he’s the real thing huh?”
“Yeah, so what do you say?”
“I say I need to have a talk with Lisa. You know all of our decisions have to be made with both of us in mind now.”
“She’s not the ball and chain yet.”
“Sometimes that’s debatable.”
“Ouch.”
“Yea, that doesn’t leave this office.”
“It won’t. She’ll be fine with it once she realizes her future husband will be a part of history and possibly working for the White House.”
“Work for the White House? What’s that about?”
“If he likes you enough and you ultimately get the job done i.e. get him elected, you can be his speech writer in his administration. Deputy communications something. I got it written down somewhere.” Sam sighed and was quiet for a few minutes.
“Count me in. After I talk with Lisa. I need a change of scenery.” Sam said. Josh refrained from jumping up and down. He knew Sam wouldn’t let him down. The challenge of the words, the prospect of reaching millions of people appealed to Sam. And Josh knew it. He would have worn him down if he had to. Or guilt him into it. They had been friends so long Sam probably owed him a favor anyway.
“Scenery. You’ll get plenty of that on the campaign bus. I think you’ll impress everybody. I’ve been impressed for years.”
“But you’re easy.”
“Yeah, Ben used to say that. A lot.”
“I meant easy to impress.”
“Uh, yeah…sure…me too.”

                The sound of a text message coming through brought Josh out of his memory and lunch. Sam was really bored. They were taking a break and all he could think to do was send Josh a picture of himself, sticking out his tongue. Josh laughed.
josh: making a list of things 4 u 2 do w/that *evil grin*
sam: hope it’s a good 1 *shy grin*
josh: shy my ass & it will be. 4got 2 ask any particular present u want 4 our ann.?
sam: idk u naked on the bed sounds good
josh: *warm fuzzies* awww, that’s a given. nothing else?
sam: not that i can think of
josh: well, think abt it while u r bored in ur mtg.
sam: anything u want?
josh: 2 spend time w/u
sam: sounds like luv is best gift break’s over in a few u think abt it while u r bored in ur mtg ok?
josh: ok *kiss*
sam: *kiss kiss*
     About 30 minutes later Donna knocked on Josh’s door to let him know the group for his next meeting was there and waiting for him in the conference room. He sighed and picked up the proposal they were going to talk about. He picked up his phone and before he could leave, he got another picture text from Sam. The meeting he was in must be really horrible. In the message was a picture of something Sam had written on the side of his legal pad…
The chance to gaze in your brown eyes for a minute is two days away
Eleven days until your arms I can lay
A few more hours until we can hear our voices say
Those three words that always make our day
I love you- Sam
Josh smiled and texted back, I love you too. He didn’t have to wait or need to wait a few hours to say it, not anymore. That’s what made this the real thing to him.

A/N update 6/16/10: I didn’t mention this before hand but maybe I should have. The story of Nabal and Abigail is a true and it is found in I Samuel 25, the whole chapter. I don’t know if anyone who has read this has looked it up or not. I’ve only heard it preached once. I was in college and attending a church near the school. It was Women’s Emphasis Month and the sermon title was “Lord, help me to be an Abigail”. It made an impact on me.
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