I just read this whole series and I absolutely loved it.

Your writing does a great job of capturing the tone of the show, the wonderful paragraphs of this address at the end feel like something Sorkin's Bartlet, Toby and Sam would create. You also did a great job with all of the characters and their story lines. All of them were believable and things I would have liked to see on the show. Your original characters fit in with the cast wonderfully as well.

Thank you so much for this series, I am sad to see it end.

I read am really glad that I just found you as an author of the West Wing. I read your two stories on Jed & Abbey's courtship and the 10-series story and they are the best of anything I've ever read. I like long stories, but I'll now go back and read the shorter ones too. You also have amazingly few typos. These stories are smart, witty, idealistic, and something that I could've expected from the show - just excellent. Thank you! Dawn

"He felt it needed more punch." As usual, he didn't need to specify the identity of 'he'. "Who's he intending to punch?" "That remains to be seen." - LOL

"You always knock before entering the room. If he's alone in the office, it's okay to knock and go in without waiting for a response; if he's in with anybody apart from senior staff, you don't go in until he calls you. If he's alone in the Residence, knock at least two or three times to make sure he heard you, but go in after that 'cause he might be asleep. If he's in with the First Lady, knock loudly, and then run down the hall and hide behind the biggest Secret Service guy you can find." Ash grinned at that. "Okay." - LOL

"Do I get another steak dinner?" he wondered hopefully. "One's your limit. We want you lean and mean." "Well, I'll definitely be mean," he grumbled," - LOL

"I'll walk you back to the hotel." "Thanks, Mal, but I'm allowed out on my own now. The president wrote me a note," he said sardonically." - LOL

"Goodnight, Charlie." "Goodnight, Mr. President." His aide gave him a warm but weary smile. "Kiss Zoey for me," he ordered. "Yes, sir!" his son-in-law agreed, with what Jed considered just a tad too much enthusiasm. He pointed a cautionary finger. "That's one little kiss, no need to go overboard, Skippy." "Oh, I think the ship's already sailed on that one, Mr. President," he smirked." - LOL

"Washington used to be full of old men when we got here. Now it's full of kids." "Well, maybe your presence has rejuvenated them, Mr. President," Josh said, with barely perceptible sarcasm. Jed cocked an eyebrow pointedly. "Your tactfulness is noted." - LOL

"Toby wants us to get more aggressive with it." "Toby wants many things, Sam. If we gave him everything he wanted, he'd be miserable." Toby was never quite so lost as when he had nothing to rant and rave about." - I'm presenting this as evidence for the prosecution the next time a fic writer dares to call Joshua Lyman oblivious.

Ginger, who'd had the misfortune to open the door in the middle of this, gave Sam a sidelong look. "Toby's having a cow?" she presumed. "Toby's having a cattle ranch." - LOL

"He eyeballed her. "You seem suspiciously calm." "Leo's pretty much got the ranting and raving thing covered," CJ explained. "It's nice when you can delegate upwards." "I think so." - LOL

"I can have steak?" His once-favourite meal was very high on the list of things that had been struck off his allowed diet on pain of, well, pain. Abbey gave him a knowing smile. "Special occasion, babe." He couldn't quite contain the grin beginning to spread across his features. "So you're saying this is the steak of the union?" "Rene?" Abbey called. "Cancel the steak." But she spoilt the effect by laughing," - LOL

"Toby's still making noise about the State of the Union," Josh observed. "Making noise is what Toby does best." - LOL

"Charlie looked rather harassed as he jogged over to join them. "Listen, did you just see Buster run through here with a squeaky duck in his mouth?" Josh paused. "Uh-" "Incidentally, in not unrelated news," Charlie said dryly, "the president has just decided to name his kitten Buster." "Ah. No." "Great. He made a break for it when I was supposed to be moving him out of the Residence for the- I'll be back in a second." He dashed off." - LOL

"Danny produced a small container of goldfish food from his pocket, and made a show of inspecting the label. "I think this is from, you know, the pet store." She narrowed her eyes at him. "You don't trust me to feed my fish?" "Our fish," he corrected, and shrugged." - LOL

"He wandered over to shake some flakes into the bowl, and blinked. "Your goldfish bowl has been colonised by the British," he said accusingly. CJ chuckled. "One of the Prime Minister's guys gave me a flag." The young man had seemed quite taken with both Gail and the tiny podium and American flag that had been decorating her bowl in honour of the upcoming State of the Union. She'd come back the next day to find a miniature Union Jack had mysteriously appeared to join its US counterpart. Danny looked aghast. "I have goldfish rivals?" "Gail's attentions are a fickle thing," she warned him gravely. "Well, I'll just have to be more attentive from now on." He waggled his eyebrows at her." - LOL at the thought of a fishbowl being colonised.

"The president could leap down from the podium and bitchslap the majority leader, and it still wouldn't be aggressive without the policy to back it up!" "It would probably help with the ratings, though," Sam contemplated." - LOL at the thought of JED Bartlet bitchslapping anybody!

"Zoey had a pony?" CJ enquired, perhaps a touch enviously. "We live on a farm," he reminded her. "I never got a pony. I always wanted a pony." "Claudia Jean, are you asking me to buy you a pony?" "I don't think I could fit one in my apartment," she noted." - LOL

"I was thinking probably Buster." CJ blinked. "See, sometimes you're whimsical, and sometimes you're just messing with my head." "What's wrong with Buster?" he demanded. "It's not very... presidential," she said diplomatically. "And I'm sure that will hamper his chances in the 2006 election," Jed said dryly. "However, I don't think he's going to meet the age requirement anyway, so-" - LOL

"Cats have to be allowed to name themselves, Claudia Jean," he chided her. "And this one wants to be called Buster." She hesitated for a beat. "Okay. Please don't ever tell the press room your cat is giving you instructions." - LOL

I'm now very disappointed the kitten does not have a polysyllabic Latin name.

"You've been quiet most of the day," she observed, careful not to sound accusing; it was hard to tell sometimes if it was just an ordinary quiet or the worrying Josh-quiet. But he shrugged it off, and smiled disarmingly. "Hey, it's Toby's turn. We've worked it out in shifts so the White House always has at least one irrational guy wandering the halls and ranting." - LOL

"She wanted to bring a totally unsuitable date to the State of the Union. I talked her out of it." Jed said nothing, but gave him a rather pointed look. "...Or I will, eventually, talk her out of it," he conceded." - LOL

"In ancient times-" "Such as back when this meeting started?" Leo wondered. "In ancient times," he repeated, "people used to believe that bear cubs were born as little shapeless balls of fur. They saw the mother bear tending to her newborn cubs, and assumed that she was, in fact, literally licking them into the shape of a baby bear." "Aww." CJ chuckled, looking delighted by that mental picture, and Sam grinned. Josh rolled his eyes good-humouredly." - I agree with CJ: AW!

LOL at the mental pic of how clumsy Sam was while running away from Hobson, though said flaw does make him more likeable: if he was gorgeous AND graceful, we would all have hated his guts.

"Yeah," he agreed unenthusiastically. She gave him a knowing look, and after a moment, he cracked. "It's just that..." "The president's yours, and you don't want to share him?" He hesitated for a beat. "Well, that sounds... disturbing and vaguely stalkerish." "Yup. But I get it." He eyed her sideways. "Yeah?" - LOL

"Yeah, but you'll be the boss of him," he pointed out. His personal aide grinned," - Not always a grin-inducing prospect, being the boss of somebody.