WARNING: These characters aren't mine. They belong to West Wing,
Aaron Sorkin and NBC. Josh/Donna story. This is my first story with
these two so be nice! Remember I love comments! Enjoy! ~Katie

Something I Can Do

This story (at least the first part of it) takes place a day or two after the
shooting


Donna walked into her boss' office for the first time since
the shooting. Her eyes puffy and red from crying, she looked around
the office: the papers crumpled in the trash can, the picture of
Josh's sister on his desk and the rumpled clothes hanging on a hook
behind the door. Everything looked the same is it did everyday and
probably the same way it would look after Josh came back. Then why
did she feel like he was never coming back? But she knew he would
be, the doctors and the First Lady had assured her that he had pulled
through the surgery and would be fully recovered in a matter of weeks.
Suddenly, something caught Donna's attention. His chair was still
missing. She had sent it to her friend Carlos to be fixed two days
before. Donna smiled as she remembered hearing Josh calling her name
from the hall and then his angry eyes peering at her from behind the
desk where he had fallen to the floor. Donna was suddenly brought
back into the present by a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Donna?" CJ said as she stopped near the office. "What are
you doing here? I thought you'd be at the hospital with Josh?"

Donna shook her head. "I thought I'd come in and help get
some work done this morning. Maybe get my mind off Josh for a little
while."

CJ smiled at the other woman before quickly checking her
watch. "Okay. Good. I've got another briefing to get to but if
you
need to talk you know where to find me."

Donna smiled weakly as CJ touched her shoulder and walked
away. Donna walked slowly towards her desk and sank in her chair.
"I should ask, is there something I should be doing? I mean is there
something that Josh's office should be doing?"

Hearing her own words in her head, the assistant to the deputy chief
of staff wondered what to do next. Then Donna set her gaze on the
phone leaning against the wall. With a slight smile she picked up
the receiver and dialed a number.

"Hello, Carlos? Yeah, its Donna. Listen, remember that chair
I brought in for you to fix the other day? Yeah. Is there any chance
you could be--- Tomorrow morning? Thanks Carlos. This means a lot.
See you tomorrow."

In a better mood, Donna smiled as she opened a file Carol had
tossed on her desk while she was on the phone and began to work.

The next morning, Sam was stopped in the hall by two large
men pushing a cart with a large chair on it.

"Okay guys, right in here," Donna instructed as she unlocked
the door to Josh's office.

"Hey Donna, what's going on?" Sam asked as the two men
finally passed him.

"I got Josh's chair fixed for him." Donna said with a bright
smile.

"It was broken?" Sam asked as he watched the two men place
the chair behind the desk."

"Yeah, Josh said one of the wheels was wobbly so I sent it
out to my friend Carlos to be fixed," Donna explained.

"Who's Carlos?" Sam asked as he flipped through the folder he
was holding.

"A friend," Donna said. "Now don't you have something else
you could be doing?"

Sam took a deep breath and closed the folder. "Yeah," Donna
watched him as he started down the hall.

"You know, Josh is lucky to have you," Sam called back down
the hall. Donna crossed her arms over chest and smiled as the two
delivery men edged past her.


Two weeks later.

Josh was busy on his first day back to work, trying to keep
things as normal as possible. As he hung up the phone, Donna walked
into his office and dropped a file on his desk.

"You haven't said thank you," Donna said as she stood in
front of the desk.

Josh looked up. "For what?"

"Your chair. I got it fixed."

Josh returned his attention to the file on his desk. "I
didn't notice. Knowing the goof-balls you hang around with I'm
surprised I'm not on the floor again."

Donna smirked then turned to leave the office. "You better
watch it Josh Lyman or you're going to wind up in that hospital
again.

"Donna," Josh called out, stopping her in the doorway.

Donna turned and looked at him.

"Thanks," Josh said sincerely.

Donna smiled at him for a moment then turned to go back to
her own desk, leaving Josh to his work.


The End.

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