This was originally posted to a West Wing Group page many years ago. I thought I would post it here.
Sadly, the characters do not belong to me. Oh how I wish they did. Aaron Sorkin is the man!
Summary: Josh and Donna end up on an unexpected trip to Wisconsin for Thanksgiving.
Josh swaggered through the bullpen en route to his office when he heard Donna's frustrated sigh. He stopped at her office door and watched her as she spoke on the phone.
"Why? Jane better not sell my stuff. How would she like it if I sold her stuff?" Donna spoke bitterly into the receiver.
Josh rounded her desk and stood with his knees gently bouncing off the front if it. Donna looked up and frowned.
"Hold on, Mom……okay. I'll call you back." Josh smiled at her as she hung up the phone hoping it would help her mood.
"Do you need something?"
"That your Mom?"
"Don't worry about it." She sighed as she rested her head in her hands. Josh knew that meant one thing. She was upset.
"I worry. It's what I do. Tell me? Jane's trying to sell your stuff?" He rounded her desk and leaned against it as he nudged her in the shoulder.
"If it were up to her, she'd have all my childhood possessions in a garage sale by this weekend."
"Come on, tell me what's up." Josh nodded toward his office before standing. She sighed again and led the way. It was late so the bullpen was nearly empty. He pulled two bottles of Yoo-hoo from the fridge and handed one to Donna as she sat in the visitor's chair. He sat in front of her on the edge of his desk and waited for her to speak.
"My parents are moving."
"They're leaving Madison?"
"No. Just moving to an apartment. With all of us out of the house, they don't want to have that big condo to deal with. Mom says I have to come clean out my stuff." Donna scowled into her Yoo-hoo as she spoke.
"I know the feeling."
Donna offered him a small smile in understanding.
"Mom wants me to come up next week while we're off." Josh raised his eyebrow. "While the rest of the world is off for Thanksgiving, that is. I told her I couldn't afford to rent a truck to pick some of it up. My Civic won't hold that many boxes. Plus there's a chair I had as an art project, some of my books…." Donna's voice trailed off and her face darkened.
"Jane's talked Mom into having a garage sale. She'll probably try to sell all my stuff and keep the money. I don't want to sell my stuff Josh. It's my stuff." Donna slumped in the chair and took a long drink from her Yoo-hoo. Josh frowned at the dark expression on her face. He had to fix this. That's what he did. He fixed things. Donna needed this fixed.
"Take my Tahoe." He blurted out.
"No, wait. I'm not having you drive across the country by yourself." Josh muttered as he started to pace. Neither of them saw Leo standing in the doorway.
"Excuse me? Josh, how do you think I got to Nashua?" Josh waved her off and continued to pace.
"That was then. Too many horrible things can happen to a beautiful woman traveling alone. It's not going to happen."
"Funny, you don't look like my keeper." Donna remarked as he rubbed his hand through his hair.
"Why don't you drive her?" Donna and Josh looked up startled at the smug expression on Leo's face.
"What?" Josh squeaked.
"Drive Donna. Get out of here for a few days. You need it. Both of you. You've already told me your Mother is visiting her cousin. Drive Donna. Have a good trip. Don't get into trouble." Leo didn't wait for protests. He allowed a smile to flicker across his face as he turned and left them gaping at the door.
Josh blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what he had just been ordered to do. He looked at Donna, who in turned stared at him.
"What time do we have to leave?"
"I'll call Mom and tell her to set another place for Thanksgiving." Donna handed Josh her empty bottle and walked out to her desk. Both shared the same thought. * What the hell just happened? *