Author: Gillian Deverone PM
What if the advice you gave someone was the right advice for everyone and anyone but that person?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Donna M. & Josh L. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,578 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 12-05-12 - Published: 10-01-12 - id: 8573990
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Bad Advice 4
A/N: Sorry for the long wait to update. I've only seen each ep once, so I had to do some research. I'm operating under the "the shooting happened in May" theory. Thanks for all the views and comments.
Reviews: Are given as much respect and diligence as Josh's blue/red state map.
"I don't know how to help him," Donna says and she sounds so concerned.
I sigh. I know what I'm going to say, I know I won't be proud of it later, I know that it'll hurt Donna, but I'm very pregnant and I'm so damn tired of hearing about Josh 24 hours a day. "I'm not a psychiatrist. What in the hell do you want me to do about it?" My tone is snarky, rude, and makes me feel a little better.
Donna takes in a sharp breath. It's so loud I can hear it over the phone. "Brooke…" She is going to reprimand me, I just know it. I've been baiting her for a month now. I'm tired of hearing about Josh, I'm tired of being pregnant, I'm tired of Donna not caring I'm pregnant and I really want some Taco Bell. If Josh wanted Taco Bell, Donna would drive to Mexico, but me…She's saying something. "I know you are very pregnant and I know I call you about him all the time and I swear after you help me with this, I'll talk to you about you and Chris and the baby…"
I hang up.
35 minutes later
"I deserved that."
"Probably, but I shouldn't have done it."
"At least you can blame the pregnancy hormones."
I chuckle. "Your boss suffered a horrible tragedy and you're his friend and you…care about him and he obviously needs help and I'm being whiney and selfish."
"What do I do?"
I turn over carefully and it takes me a while. Donna must know I'm doing something that isn't me being mad or hanging up on her, because she waits. "Talk to Leo." God, I feel like I work at the White House, too. I can't remember some of my patient's names lately, but I know Leo and CJ and Toby and God help me, Josh.
"And say what?"
"What if I'm wrong?"
"Donna, have you ever been wrong about Josh?"
She doesn't answer, but I know the answer: no.
"How are you?"
"I'm seven month pregnant, Chris is in the middle of a trial and never home, I only work fours a day, and my best friend is dealing with a traumatic situation that it is even sadder than me." I laugh, but it's hollow.
"Brooke," Donna starts, but I cut her off.
"Donna, I love you, but hang up and go talk to Leo."
I can hear her smile. "Thank you," she whispers and hangs up.
I turn up the volume on Oprah and try not to feel pathetic and unloved. When Josh is better, I must ask him to teach me how to be center of everyone's universe.
Two months and 1 week later:
While I'm giving birth to Grace, Josh and Donna are looking at numbers with Joey Lucas about the State of the Union. Donna visited, brought a gift, told me how beautiful my daughter was and how gorgeous I looked. Chris gave the trial to his second chair for a week and surprisingly, Joshua Lyman called from the White House and congratulated me and then said, "Thanks for telling Donna to talk to Leo." I just said "Yep" and we hung up. I guess I don't need to get Josh to teach me anything after all.