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CJ Cregg and Abbey Bartlet Femme Slash

FF: A Twist of Fate 11/?

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CJ Cregg and Abbey Bartlet Femme Slash

FF: A Twist of Fate 11/?

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Chapter 11/?
Rating: PG?
Alternate Universe: What if, at the end of the first season in Roslyn, instead of the President and Josh being shot, CJ was hit? How would it effect the people around her? How would those relationships change?
Notes: Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted a chapter of this story. I lost focus and my muse for a while thanks to real-life drama. Thankfully, my muse isn’t too scared of all the drama and has finally returned. Hope you’re still with me!!

“How long have you been in love with the first lady?” CJ takes a deep breath, looking around the room at anything but her friend. “Listen, Toby, I don’t know what you think you saw, but-” Toby interrupts her. “Don’t patronize me, Claudia. I know what I saw, and what I heard. You just… hell, CJ.” She can feel tears welling up in her eyes as she finally meets her friend’s eyes and sees in them both anger and compassion. “I know, Toby. I’ve tried to fight it. I didn’t want to fall in love with her, really. I told myself that nothing could ever come of it, to try and move on. I dated other people; I’ve done everything I could think of to push Abbey from my thoughts, but I can’t. I love her. I’ve loved her since the day I met her.” Tears start streaming down her face and Toby sighs, regretting his attack on his friend as such a stressful time and wishing he could cross the room and wrap his arms around her.

“No one knows, CJ. No one even suspects; if they did, it would be all over the gossip rags.” CJ nods. “I know. I’m really good at keeping secrets, Toby. Maybe you should pass that information on the next time India and Pakistan go at it.” She pauses, seeing the anger in his eyes. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. I just… you know, I’m a little out of it right now. I was asleep, having the most wonderful dream, and then I wake up to find that I wasn’t dreaming at all. Abbey was here, telling me she loves me. It’s just too much to handle.” Toby nods, wishing he could walk over and sit beside her as CJ deals with the curveball the first lady just threw her. “Now what?”

CJ sighs. “Now nothing, Toby. Nothing has changed. She’s still the First Lady of the United States, and I’m still not the president. The only thing that has changed is that now I know she feels the same way I do. Now I know that when I watch her across the room at some dinner somewhere, she’ll be watching me, too. And there’s nothing I can do about it. I would quit, but I don’t think the president would accept my resignation without a reason, and I’m not ready to confess to him. It’s bad enough that you know.” Hurt flashes across Toby’s face. “Hey, CJ, I’m not going to say anything.” She nods. “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just that… you knowing makes it more real, somehow. I can’t deny it now; it’s already out there.” He nods, understanding completely. “I’m here, ya know, if you need to talk or whatever.”

She smiles at him and wonders, not for the first time, what the other west wing staffers would think if they ever saw the compassionate, loving side of Toby Zachary Ziegler. They’d probably drop dead of a heart attack or start suddenly believing in body snatching aliens if he started showing everyone this side of his personality, so maybe it’s for the better that he never does. CJ dozes off again, content in the fact that her best friend will take her secret to the grave if she asked him to. When she wakes, it’s dark outside and Toby is asleep, Andrea sitting in the chair by his bed. Trying not to disturb the woman, CJ sits up slightly, hoping to find a cup of water nearby. Andi, sensing movement, looks up from the file she was reading. “CJ,” she whispers, “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” CJ smiles at her friend. “Hey, Andi. I’m just a little thirsty.” The redhead crosses the room, handing CJ a bottle of water. “Thanks.”

Pulling up a chair, the congresswoman sits next to CJ’s bed. “How’re you feeling?” Laying her head back, CJ answers honestly. “I feel like shit, Andi.” The two sit in silence for a moment before the redhead speaks. “The first lady called while you were sleeping.” CJ tenses up, hoping Andi doesn’t notice. “Yeah?” The other woman studies the press secretary for a moment, trying to read the emotions flittering across her face. Unable to put a name to the emotions on display, Andi continues. “She called to check up on you. She wanted me to tell you that she’s sorry for running out on your earlier conversation, and that she’s going to be out of town for a few days. She has to go to Seattle for a speech.” CJ nods; she had urged Abbey to go before the Town Hall meeting. The President has staunch supporters in Seattle, and it’s nice to go back and thank the voters every now and then. “Anyway, she wanted me to tell you that she’ll call you when she can and that you’ll finish the conversation soon.” Not understanding the message, Andi waits for CJ to elaborate.

“Thank you, Andi.” CJ closes her eyes. She can feel Andrea studying her face and waiting for an explanation for the vague message, but CJ isn’t really in the mood to lie to her friend’s ex-wife. “CJ, is everything okay? You don’t look so great.” CJ sighs; the last thing she needs is for someone to feel sorry for her. She doesn’t even feel sorry for herself. “I’m fine Andi, considering the fact that I’ve been shot and have just came through a transplant surgery. I’m just tired, Andrea.” The redhead nods. She doesn’t know the press secretary as well as Toby does, but she can tell CJ isn’t telling the whole truth. “Alright, CJ. I’ll be over here if you need anything.” CJ nods as Andi crosses the room, returning to her seat by Toby’s bedside. Alone again, CJ’s thought immediately turn to Abigail Bartlet. What would have happened if Abbey hadn’t run from the room. And more importantly, what happens next?
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