Not a Dirty Frakking Toaster, really, I mean it... (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} blackpaladin) wrote in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} tww100,@ 2004-03-16 17:09:00 |
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Title: The Family We Choose
Author: blackpaladin
Fandom: The West Wing
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
Archive: Ask first
Spoilers: None
Setting: "18th and Potomac"
Written for: tww100 challenge #37 - curses, profanity, and dirty words
Disclaimer: Aaron made them. I/we just borrow them to play with every once in a while.
Author's Note: Sometimes we can't choose the family we need until it's too late. Comments welcome.
Mrs. Landingham walked into the Oval Office. "Mr. President, you know that kind of language just isn't appropriate, especially in this room."
Jed looked up at her, eyes blazing. "Mrs. Landingham, I am the President of the United States!"
"Yes, you are," she answered matter-of-factly.
"I'm the most powerful person in the Free World."
"Yes, you are."
"I have 37 hostages trapped in an embassy."
"Yes, you do."
"So I have the right to yell 'SHIT!' in my office if I damn well want!"
"Yes, you do, Sir. But you really shouldn't."
She'd always known he needed an older sister.
