WW Fic: I Want You to Know
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out_thereTitle: I Want You to Know
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Fandom: West Wing
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I think that deep-down, Josh Lyman still belongs tohis mom Sorkin. Certainly doesn't belong to me.
Summary: The things Josh wants to say at Christmas.
Notes: Written formusesfool as part of the "Isn't It Iconic?" Ficlet-A-Thon. It's over the word count but it's also based on both icons, so I figure it all evens out in the end. Smooches to oxoniensis for an emergency beta. (Thanks, babe!)
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I Want You to Know
It's Christmas again and Josh wants to say that Christmas comes every year. It comes whether you want it to or not. It comes regardless of who is in the White House, or which factions are fighting.
It comes every year, and every year she watches him.
Josh understands her watching him; she does it all the time. She has to, just to keep up with him.
But it's different at Christmas.
It's the quick, sharp glances at his hand that bother him. The way she cocks her head at Christmas carols, the way her lips purse when he tells her get out of his hair. The way she doesn't mock him, not quite as much. Everything about her says, 'I'm watching you. I care.' It's in her narrowed eyes, and tense shoulders. In the way she screens his calls a little more carefully over the holiday season. It screams, 'I won't let you fall apart.'
And he feels annoyed and selfish and frustrated. Lots of words that are just synonyms for angry. That's what Christmas feels like: anger.
(Not Hanukah, because that's something he still celebrates. That's going home to his Mom, and lighting candles, and telling stories about Dad and Joanie. That's remembering who he is, and where he comes from. It's something that makes him smile and ache, in the sweetest of ways.)
But Christmas… Christmas is something different.
Christmas is loud carols, and busy shoppers, and the huge tree in the lobby. Christmas is something other people celebrate and he just wishes were over. He feels like Scrooge, but he just wishes it was January already; wishes he could start the new year now, while he still has this frustrated, nervous energy flooding his system.
Christmas, and everything that goes along with it, irritates him in too many ways to name. It's Donna's sharp looks, and Toby's grumpy version of cheer. It's Sam's perfunctory Christmas card, signed 'Sam Seaborn' as if Josh wouldn't recognise Sam's neat, childish script. It's CJ fussing over turkeys, and Will grinning at the decorations. It's Bartlet's speeches about cooking and gifts that no one will ever use.
The only one who seems to understand is Leo. Leo who doesn't like Christmas because Mallory spends it with Jenny; because it's a reminder that while Leo was living for his job, the rest of his family went on with their lives. Leo understands Josh's wish for the new year; understands how irritating it is to have everyone else distracted by shiny gift paper and twinkling lights when there are still things to be done.
Leo understands, but Josh still catches his gaze sliding to Josh's hand. And every time it does, Josh shifts the papers in his arms or hides his hand in his pocket. Keeps the scars out of sight.
There's part of Josh that doesn't want to hide them. He wants to hold out his hand, palm up, and force everyone to look at the spider's web of silver lines. Wants to shout, "This is who I am!" and "This is what I've done!" Wants them to know the wounds are self-inflicted. He wants them to know he did it once, just once, and almost got away with it. Wants to tell them to stop watching, because he's in control and he's not going to do it again.
(But if he did, he'd be smarter. This time he wouldn't screw up so obviously; this time they wouldn't notice it, regardless of how closely they watched. This time he'd keep control.)
Before the words even reach his tongue, he knows it's a lie.
Knows that if he were in control, his palm wouldn't be dissected by faint scars. Knows that if he did it again, they'd notice. Not because they watch him like hawks over the holiday season, but because they're smart people. Because they care in a way that's frustrating and annoying and embarrassing, but it's genuine.
It doesn't make him hate Christmas any less, but it makes him ignore the sharp glances, makes him hold back his own bile. It makes him force a grin on his face and ask Donna about her Christmas plans. And when she asks about Christmas, he doesn't say he hates it, he doesn't say it's an over-commercialised, harsh, horrible public holiday. Instead, he tells her about Hanukah, about his Mom's cooking and the decorations that she's had for years and will never throw out.
She reminds him of his Mom's new address, and he agrees when she says, "Home is where the heart is."
"Home is with the people who love you," he replies. He doesn't say that for the other eleven and a half months, home is here. With her.
But she watches him and smiles softly, and he thinks that she knows that already.
The End.
As always, feedback stops me from becoming Scrooge.
Author:
out_thereFandom: West Wing
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I think that deep-down, Josh Lyman still belongs to
Summary: The things Josh wants to say at Christmas.
Notes: Written for
musesfool as part of the "Isn't It Iconic?" Ficlet-A-Thon. It's over the word count but it's also based on both icons, so I figure it all evens out in the end. Smooches to oxoniensis for an emergency beta. (Thanks, babe!)I Want You to Know
It's Christmas again and Josh wants to say that Christmas comes every year. It comes whether you want it to or not. It comes regardless of who is in the White House, or which factions are fighting.
It comes every year, and every year she watches him.
Josh understands her watching him; she does it all the time. She has to, just to keep up with him.
But it's different at Christmas.
It's the quick, sharp glances at his hand that bother him. The way she cocks her head at Christmas carols, the way her lips purse when he tells her get out of his hair. The way she doesn't mock him, not quite as much. Everything about her says, 'I'm watching you. I care.' It's in her narrowed eyes, and tense shoulders. In the way she screens his calls a little more carefully over the holiday season. It screams, 'I won't let you fall apart.'
And he feels annoyed and selfish and frustrated. Lots of words that are just synonyms for angry. That's what Christmas feels like: anger.
(Not Hanukah, because that's something he still celebrates. That's going home to his Mom, and lighting candles, and telling stories about Dad and Joanie. That's remembering who he is, and where he comes from. It's something that makes him smile and ache, in the sweetest of ways.)
But Christmas… Christmas is something different.
Christmas is loud carols, and busy shoppers, and the huge tree in the lobby. Christmas is something other people celebrate and he just wishes were over. He feels like Scrooge, but he just wishes it was January already; wishes he could start the new year now, while he still has this frustrated, nervous energy flooding his system.
Christmas, and everything that goes along with it, irritates him in too many ways to name. It's Donna's sharp looks, and Toby's grumpy version of cheer. It's Sam's perfunctory Christmas card, signed 'Sam Seaborn' as if Josh wouldn't recognise Sam's neat, childish script. It's CJ fussing over turkeys, and Will grinning at the decorations. It's Bartlet's speeches about cooking and gifts that no one will ever use.
The only one who seems to understand is Leo. Leo who doesn't like Christmas because Mallory spends it with Jenny; because it's a reminder that while Leo was living for his job, the rest of his family went on with their lives. Leo understands Josh's wish for the new year; understands how irritating it is to have everyone else distracted by shiny gift paper and twinkling lights when there are still things to be done.
Leo understands, but Josh still catches his gaze sliding to Josh's hand. And every time it does, Josh shifts the papers in his arms or hides his hand in his pocket. Keeps the scars out of sight.
There's part of Josh that doesn't want to hide them. He wants to hold out his hand, palm up, and force everyone to look at the spider's web of silver lines. Wants to shout, "This is who I am!" and "This is what I've done!" Wants them to know the wounds are self-inflicted. He wants them to know he did it once, just once, and almost got away with it. Wants to tell them to stop watching, because he's in control and he's not going to do it again.
(But if he did, he'd be smarter. This time he wouldn't screw up so obviously; this time they wouldn't notice it, regardless of how closely they watched. This time he'd keep control.)
Before the words even reach his tongue, he knows it's a lie.
Knows that if he were in control, his palm wouldn't be dissected by faint scars. Knows that if he did it again, they'd notice. Not because they watch him like hawks over the holiday season, but because they're smart people. Because they care in a way that's frustrating and annoying and embarrassing, but it's genuine.
It doesn't make him hate Christmas any less, but it makes him ignore the sharp glances, makes him hold back his own bile. It makes him force a grin on his face and ask Donna about her Christmas plans. And when she asks about Christmas, he doesn't say he hates it, he doesn't say it's an over-commercialised, harsh, horrible public holiday. Instead, he tells her about Hanukah, about his Mom's cooking and the decorations that she's had for years and will never throw out.
She reminds him of his Mom's new address, and he agrees when she says, "Home is where the heart is."
"Home is with the people who love you," he replies. He doesn't say that for the other eleven and a half months, home is here. With her.
But she watches him and smiles softly, and he thinks that she knows that already.
The End.
As always, feedback stops me from becoming Scrooge.
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Date: 2004-04-29 06:26 pm (UTC)Lovely. Thank you so much.
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Date: 2004-04-29 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 05:22 pm (UTC)Crazy!Josh makes me happy.
*snerk* He makes me sniffle like a little girl, but whatever floats your boat! *g*
Mmm, hating being treated like a china doll, and I love the little part where he thinks maybe he could get away with it again... except no, no...
I could just imagine Josh wanting that extra layer of control, but intellectually knowing it was a bad idea. Being just self-aware enough to know that he considers these thing, but not letting anyone around him know that he does.
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Date: 2004-05-01 05:33 pm (UTC)Well, yeah-- I think he kind of has a love affair with his own illness, too. At the very least, he seems just self-aware enough to know that normal people don't act that way, but blaise enough not to really care.
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Date: 2004-05-01 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 06:13 pm (UTC)Oh, that's a delightful way of phrasing it. He totally does. There is an awareness not just that he's different, but there is an almost nuturing of it, of the ways that he isn't just one of the crowd.
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Date: 2004-05-01 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 06:42 pm (UTC)In real life? Josh would not be charming so much as irritating as hell. I mean, really, it's his middle name. (Joshua Obnoxious Lyman.)
But while he's only on the screen? I can love him from afar. *g*
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Date: 2004-05-01 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 07:13 pm (UTC)*snerk* Normally, I do too. But... there's something about Joshua Malina that just doesn't work for me. I can't imagine him naked, it's as simple as that. Not as Will, not as Jeremy. Just can't.
It's odd, because most of my other boys are geeks to some degree. *shrugs*
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Date: 2004-05-01 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-02-09 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-20 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-21 03:38 am (UTC)Thank you. That's exactly what I was going for, and it isn't always easy to hit.