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perpetual_motion) wrote2004-12-13 01:31 pm
perpetual_motion) wrote2004-12-13 01:31 pm
Ficlet: Shopping for the One You Love [1/1] Toby/Sam [West Wing]
Title: Shopping for the One You Love
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: West Wing
Pairing: Toby/Sam
Rating: G
Summary: Christmas shopping, Wing style.
Dis: Belongs to Sorkin, who let Wells turn it into shit. I'll forgive him, maybe.
Author's Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zen_of_punk who requested it. Enjoy, darling.
Shopping for the One You Love
By Perpetual Motion
He told Ginger that he needed a present for Sam.
“What kind of present?”
“Ginger, what month is it?”
“December.”
“And seeing that Sam is obviously *not* Jewish, that rules out Hanukah. What holiday could possibly be left in the month of December?”
Ginger smirked. “New Year’s?”
“Get out.”
Ginger stayed in the doorway. “What’s your price range?”
“There is no price range.”
“And why aren’t you shopping for this yourself?”
Toby huffed and shuffled his papers, trying to look important. It did not faze Ginger. “Because the last time I went shopping for the pick-the-holiday gifts, I ended up in jail.”
“Oh, yeah; the great public threat debacle of ’99. I remember that story. Sam tells it-“
“Ginger-“
“I’m getting out.”
Toby closed his eyes while he took a deep breath, but it didn’t do any good.
*
“Bonnie, am I clear?”
“He just started a meeting with the speechwriters. You’ve got at least two hours.”
Sam shrugged into his coat. “And my schedule?”
“Cleared for three.” Bonnie handed Sam his briefcase. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go pick up whatever you’re getting him?”
“Even if I knew what I was giving him, I’d still want to get it myself.”
“You know he staffed out your gift to Ginger, right?”
Sam grinned. “Remember Toby’s shopping skills in ’99?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Sam wound his scarf around his neck. “I’ll have my cell on if anyone needs me.”
*
Ginger stopped Toby as he stormed out of his meeting with the speechwriters. “I found it.” She held out a small, rectangular box.
Toby stepped out of the flow of hallway traffic and opened the box. “It’s a fountain pen.”
“It’s Charles Dickens’s fountain pen.”
“You found a fountain pen that belonged to Dickens in two hours?”
“Actually, I started looking in October. I thought you’d ask for help, at the least. I’ve had it authenticated.”
Toby smiled, a full smile with actual cheer. “You may be the best assistant ever.”
“I’ll just forget you said that the next time you go on a rampage.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
*
“Bonnie, I found it!” Sam’s smile was face-breaking. He was carrying an over-sized green bag that he was having trouble maneuvering into his office.
“What’d you get?” Bonnie helped Sam wrestle the bag into his office and closed the door.
“I found,” Sam pulled a set of books out of the bag with a flourish, “the complete Julia Child collection.”
Bonnie eyed the books. “How many are there?”
“Eight. One for every night of Hanukah.”
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: West Wing
Pairing: Toby/Sam
Rating: G
Summary: Christmas shopping, Wing style.
Dis: Belongs to Sorkin, who let Wells turn it into shit. I'll forgive him, maybe.
Author's Notes: For
zen_of_punk who requested it. Enjoy, darling.Shopping for the One You Love
By Perpetual Motion
He told Ginger that he needed a present for Sam.
“What kind of present?”
“Ginger, what month is it?”
“December.”
“And seeing that Sam is obviously *not* Jewish, that rules out Hanukah. What holiday could possibly be left in the month of December?”
Ginger smirked. “New Year’s?”
“Get out.”
Ginger stayed in the doorway. “What’s your price range?”
“There is no price range.”
“And why aren’t you shopping for this yourself?”
Toby huffed and shuffled his papers, trying to look important. It did not faze Ginger. “Because the last time I went shopping for the pick-the-holiday gifts, I ended up in jail.”
“Oh, yeah; the great public threat debacle of ’99. I remember that story. Sam tells it-“
“Ginger-“
“I’m getting out.”
Toby closed his eyes while he took a deep breath, but it didn’t do any good.
*
“Bonnie, am I clear?”
“He just started a meeting with the speechwriters. You’ve got at least two hours.”
Sam shrugged into his coat. “And my schedule?”
“Cleared for three.” Bonnie handed Sam his briefcase. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go pick up whatever you’re getting him?”
“Even if I knew what I was giving him, I’d still want to get it myself.”
“You know he staffed out your gift to Ginger, right?”
Sam grinned. “Remember Toby’s shopping skills in ’99?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Sam wound his scarf around his neck. “I’ll have my cell on if anyone needs me.”
*
Ginger stopped Toby as he stormed out of his meeting with the speechwriters. “I found it.” She held out a small, rectangular box.
Toby stepped out of the flow of hallway traffic and opened the box. “It’s a fountain pen.”
“It’s Charles Dickens’s fountain pen.”
“You found a fountain pen that belonged to Dickens in two hours?”
“Actually, I started looking in October. I thought you’d ask for help, at the least. I’ve had it authenticated.”
Toby smiled, a full smile with actual cheer. “You may be the best assistant ever.”
“I’ll just forget you said that the next time you go on a rampage.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
*
“Bonnie, I found it!” Sam’s smile was face-breaking. He was carrying an over-sized green bag that he was having trouble maneuvering into his office.
“What’d you get?” Bonnie helped Sam wrestle the bag into his office and closed the door.
“I found,” Sam pulled a set of books out of the bag with a flourish, “the complete Julia Child collection.”
Bonnie eyed the books. “How many are there?”
“Eight. One for every night of Hanukah.”
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And the concept of eight volumes of Julia Child is priceless. Well done!
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