FIC: Untitled (The West Wing, 1/5)
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maidenjediTITLE: Untitled
AUTHOR: Maidenjedi
FANDOM: The West Wing
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Whole series up for grabs
DISCLAIMER: Not my characters, my concept, or my show. Damn it.
SUMMARY: The first time.
NOTES: Well, we've got about 6 days, 7 hours and counting until the polls close in Texas. I have elections on the brain.
This is the first of five, not sure when the others will get posted but it'll hopefully be before Saturday and the beginning of NaNo. :-)
The Bartlets were, and are, an American institution. Jed was able to recite the family history back to the Declaration (and beyond, given an incentive like candy) before he was four years old. And you can bet he never forgot to tell whoever was listening that he was named for old Josiah himself.
"So it's my name on the Declaration of Independence," he'd say while bouncing on the balls of his feet. "They call me Jed, but Josiah is who I really am."
He was young and it was cute, so they all indulged him.
He was in the first grade when he first ran for office. They were doing mock elections to coincide with the real, national election for President of the United States, and little Jed Bartlet was picked (well, he waved his hand the highest and was therefore hard to ignore) to represent the Democratic Party.
He had to give a speech about patriotism, and nobody could do it like Jed even at that tender age. He recited the preamble to the Declaration, talked about the flag and the right to vote, and managed to refrain from telling his classmates what they all knew about his ancestor Josiah Bartlett. But he couldn't help running on the name - his crayon-drawn campaign signs all read "Josiah Bartlet for Prezident" with a flourish.
Jed won by four votes, mostly because his opponent hadn't even bothered with signs and his speech had been long and full of words he couldn't pronounce.
The whole thing meant nothing in the end (Jed was just Jed the day after the election, and President Bartlet was no more), but it gave him a taste for campaigning. He ran for class president the first chance he had, in the fourth grade, and later when he ceased considering the priesthood, it wasn't only Abby who'd turned his head.
It was the idea of the thrill it might be to run for school board.
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AUTHOR: Maidenjedi
FANDOM: The West Wing
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Whole series up for grabs
DISCLAIMER: Not my characters, my concept, or my show. Damn it.
SUMMARY: The first time.
NOTES: Well, we've got about 6 days, 7 hours and counting until the polls close in Texas. I have elections on the brain.
This is the first of five, not sure when the others will get posted but it'll hopefully be before Saturday and the beginning of NaNo. :-)
The Bartlets were, and are, an American institution. Jed was able to recite the family history back to the Declaration (and beyond, given an incentive like candy) before he was four years old. And you can bet he never forgot to tell whoever was listening that he was named for old Josiah himself.
"So it's my name on the Declaration of Independence," he'd say while bouncing on the balls of his feet. "They call me Jed, but Josiah is who I really am."
He was young and it was cute, so they all indulged him.
He was in the first grade when he first ran for office. They were doing mock elections to coincide with the real, national election for President of the United States, and little Jed Bartlet was picked (well, he waved his hand the highest and was therefore hard to ignore) to represent the Democratic Party.
He had to give a speech about patriotism, and nobody could do it like Jed even at that tender age. He recited the preamble to the Declaration, talked about the flag and the right to vote, and managed to refrain from telling his classmates what they all knew about his ancestor Josiah Bartlett. But he couldn't help running on the name - his crayon-drawn campaign signs all read "Josiah Bartlet for Prezident" with a flourish.
Jed won by four votes, mostly because his opponent hadn't even bothered with signs and his speech had been long and full of words he couldn't pronounce.
The whole thing meant nothing in the end (Jed was just Jed the day after the election, and President Bartlet was no more), but it gave him a taste for campaigning. He ran for class president the first chance he had, in the fourth grade, and later when he ceased considering the priesthood, it wasn't only Abby who'd turned his head.
It was the idea of the thrill it might be to run for school board.
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Date: 2008-10-29 10:43 pm (UTC)I look forward to more! and to the election as well.