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AFTER
Author - Angela Churm
Email – churm5@hotmail.com
Title – ‘After...’
Character – Jed/CJ
Category – Post episode ‘In the room’
season 6.
Pairing – Jed/CJ
Rating – CHILD
Summary – A troubled CJ and her President share a quiet moment.
Author’s Notes – After watching ‘In the room’ and before watching the next episode I had to make it turn out the way I wanted it to, and I just love these two characters... so here it is.
AFTER...
CJ moved around the desk and sank into
the chair. She couldn’t think of it as
her chair, the shape was wrong bearing as it still did the impression of Leo’s
body. There was a reason she hadn’t had
the place re-decorated. It didn’t seem
right. Her eyes fell on the naval
painting on the opposite wall, it had, she remembered, been the first thing Leo
had brought in. She breathed out a
heavy sigh and swung to face the window.
It was Leo’s office, it always would be. The best she could do was keep it going for the last few months
of the Bartlett Presidency. And that
wasn’t going to be easy. Since his last
major MS attack on the plane to China the President had been withdrawn. He wasn’t talking, not to her, not to
anybody.
She
rubbed her eyes ignoring the tears that threatened to come. She was tired. Was this what seven years in power had brought them to? The two men she believed in, the two men she
depended on were both ill and death was no longer something abstract. Only a few weeks before she had worried what
she might do once the President’s second term was over. Now she longed to have only that to trouble
her.
“It’s
a little late for daydreaming?”
CJ
swung around at the sound of his voice and hastily swallowed the tears.
“Mr President...I thought...” she shook her head. “I thought you’d gone to bed.”
“May I?” He indicated the comfortable sofa, Leo’s sofa, she nodded and watched as he sat down. There was no trace of pain in his movements. He had made a remarkable recovery, but she knew that it wasn’t over. MS was like that. She moved to the armchair next to him tempted to kick off her shoes and put her feet up, it had been a long day, but she resisted.
“Do you know what time it is?” He asked. His tone was gentle, coaxing, caring. CJ shook her head surprising herself when she realised she genuinely had no idea.
“It’s two in the morning,” he said. His eyes were kind, because CJ thought, his spirit shone through them.
“I....didn’t know,” she smiled.
“You want to talk about it?”
Her gaze met his. There were times when she felt out of her depth with this man but tonight the barriers were down and that
scared her a little.
“I’m
not sure sir.”
He
nodded but leaning toward her he frowned.
His hands clasped together wrestling with himself.
“CJ...Claudia....can
we...can we leave the President in the other room for now? Tonight I just want....we’ve been through...I
just want it to be us ok?”
CJ
breathed through her nerves.
“I
don’t know if I can...leave him, you...the president in....”
“For
five minutes? Then he can come back....but I need for you...If Leo were here but,
no I didn’t mean...” He swallowed hard and CJ almost reached out to him but
stopped herself unsure what the boundaries, the new rules were here.
“Five
minutes,” he said quietly. Slowly CJ
found herself nodding. There wasn’t a
lot she could refuse this man and two in the morning with just the two of them
there was as good a time as any to let protocol slip.
“It
frightened me,” she whispered.
Jed
Bartlett smiled.
“Yeah...it
frightened the hell out of me too....”
“I
thought that was...well...”
“Yeah...”
“I
thought I was losing you,” she said suddenly.
Jed looked at her and time seemed to stop. There really was just the two of them now. His hand covered hers and held it. She felt the gentle pressure as he squeezed
her fingers. It was both reassuring and
her undoing. The tears ran down her
cheeks unabated. The fact that a matter
of weeks before on Air Force One he couldn’t even hold a pen with that hand
wasn’t lost on either of them.
Jed
lifted his other hand to wipe away the tears and she turned her face into his
palm comforted by the feeling of life in his touch. Somewhere a clock that Leo had left in the office chimed softly
and CJ suddenly realised where she was.
Reluctantly she started to move, intending to pull away but instead
found herself in his arms, the fear and helplessness she had felt in the past
few weeks released in the tears she had fought to hide. She allowed herself a moment to relax into
him, grateful for the strength in the arms that held her. Then slowly she sat up and brushed back her
hair.
“Me
too,” he said.
“Sir?”
“Jed...”
“Sorry
ssss....J..Jed.” She couldn’t help but stumble over the name. She’d never said it before.
“You
thought you’d lost me I know that and I thought I’d lost everything, but I
didn’t. Not yet anyway and I’m thankful
for that.”
CJ
took a breath recovering some of her composure. She opened her mouth then hesitated. Jed waited seeming to sense that there was something else she had
to say. Something that they both knew
would not be said again. CJ
swallowed. If she didn’t say it now she
never would, and after what had happened she had to.
“Have
you any idea,” she began. Her shoulders
dropped and she looked at him. They
both laughed. Suddenly this was funny
and her nerves disappeared.
“I
love you so much and I try to show that in ....you know I’d do anything....and I
can’t even think about you not being...not having you in my life.”
Jed’s
smile was soft and carried with it the warmth of his feelings and CJ knew.
“Me
too,” he said. “Me too.”
/end

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