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chaletianTitle: A Haunting on Pennsylvania Avenue, 3/?
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Fandom: Supernatural/The West Wing
Rating: PG
Characters: Ensemble
Spoilers: None so far
Summary: The White House cannot possibly be haunted, because there are no such things as ghosts. CJ is quite sure on that point.
Author’s Notes: It occurred to me that I should point out that (a) I am not American and (b) my knowledge of American politics/the White House is extremely limited and garnered mainly from TV and films (though I did branch out, in the spirit of intellectual enquiry and research, to looking stuff up on Wikipedia and the real White House website. Plus I watched Dave at the weekend. And Air Force One, but that was mainly just to watch Harrison Ford beating people up in a presidential kind of way). Anyway, yes. That’s the level of my knowledge. Please forgive any mistakes I might (or indeed will) make.
“This is the East Room, which was renovated by President Roosevelt in 1902.” As the guide continued her lecture, Dean shifted uncomfortably next to Sam.
“Dude, I feel totally naked.”
“There’s no way you could bring your entire armoury in here, Dean,” Sam whispered back.
“What if something happens?”
“On the tour?”
“Yeah.”
“What would you do anyway? It’s not like nobody would notice if you started brandishing a shotgun.”
“Well, I’d feel better.”
“Dean, we’re just taking a look around.”
“And we’re walking…” The tour moved on. Dean continued to look uncomfortable. Sam hoped the Secret Service agents posted visibly in various parts of the building wouldn’t get the wrong idea. Or, y’know, the right idea.
. . .
“Charlie.”
“Yes, Mr President?”
“Did you know that there is a pamphlet, written in 1698, about an ‘infernal spirit’ afflicting the family of one George Walton of New Hampshire?”
“No, I didn’t, Mr President.” Jed Bartlet nodded.
“Well, there is. It’s in the British Library. It’s entitled ‘Lithobolia’. Know what that means?”
“I feel sure you’re about to tell me, Mr President.”
“Yes I am, Charlie. Do you know why I’m about to tell you?”
“Because knowledge broadens the mind?”
“Exactly. Lithobolia means stone-throwing devil.”
“That’s a piece of information I could not have lived without, Mr President.”
“You know, Charlie, you’re getting remarkably sarcastic in your old age. You should try and do something about that.”
“Yes, sir.”
There was a sharp tap on the door connecting the Oval Office to the Chief of Staff’s office, and it opened to reveal Leo McGarry.
“Good morning, Mr President. Charlie.”
“Good morning, Leo,” returned the President, seating himself behind the desk. Charlie began unpacking the heavy briefcase used to transfer paperwork from the West Wing to the Residence.
“Morning, Leo. The President was just telling me about a pamphlet entitled Lithobolia.”
“Litho… what?”
“It means stone-throwing devil.” Leo sighed and raised his hands in despair.
“Mr President!”
“Yes?” asked President Bartlet innocently, watching his Chief of Staff with interest.
“Please don’t tell me you’re giving any credence to these ridiculous rumours!”
“Well…”
“Because Margaret is one slammed door away from carpeting the entire White House in salt. CJ has apparently been making deals with this ‘ghost’, the press won’t let it go, Toby and Sam have been arguing about it for days and Josh and Donna have been debating the best way to exorcise the building. What I do not need at this stage is the President getting in on the act! Sir,” he added, belatedly.
“Leo…” He was interrupted by the appearance in the doorway of Josh, his face uncharacteristically serious.
“Sir, Leo.” The President gestured him in.
“What is it, Josh?”
“Part of the ceiling collapsed in the Roosevelt Room. A couple of people were injured, and... Sir, Terry Hunt from the OMB is dead.”
Author:
chaletianFandom: Supernatural/The West Wing
Rating: PG
Characters: Ensemble
Spoilers: None so far
Summary: The White House cannot possibly be haunted, because there are no such things as ghosts. CJ is quite sure on that point.
Author’s Notes: It occurred to me that I should point out that (a) I am not American and (b) my knowledge of American politics/the White House is extremely limited and garnered mainly from TV and films (though I did branch out, in the spirit of intellectual enquiry and research, to looking stuff up on Wikipedia and the real White House website. Plus I watched Dave at the weekend. And Air Force One, but that was mainly just to watch Harrison Ford beating people up in a presidential kind of way). Anyway, yes. That’s the level of my knowledge. Please forgive any mistakes I might (or indeed will) make.
“This is the East Room, which was renovated by President Roosevelt in 1902.” As the guide continued her lecture, Dean shifted uncomfortably next to Sam.
“Dude, I feel totally naked.”
“There’s no way you could bring your entire armoury in here, Dean,” Sam whispered back.
“What if something happens?”
“On the tour?”
“Yeah.”
“What would you do anyway? It’s not like nobody would notice if you started brandishing a shotgun.”
“Well, I’d feel better.”
“Dean, we’re just taking a look around.”
“And we’re walking…” The tour moved on. Dean continued to look uncomfortable. Sam hoped the Secret Service agents posted visibly in various parts of the building wouldn’t get the wrong idea. Or, y’know, the right idea.
. . .
“Charlie.”
“Yes, Mr President?”
“Did you know that there is a pamphlet, written in 1698, about an ‘infernal spirit’ afflicting the family of one George Walton of New Hampshire?”
“No, I didn’t, Mr President.” Jed Bartlet nodded.
“Well, there is. It’s in the British Library. It’s entitled ‘Lithobolia’. Know what that means?”
“I feel sure you’re about to tell me, Mr President.”
“Yes I am, Charlie. Do you know why I’m about to tell you?”
“Because knowledge broadens the mind?”
“Exactly. Lithobolia means stone-throwing devil.”
“That’s a piece of information I could not have lived without, Mr President.”
“You know, Charlie, you’re getting remarkably sarcastic in your old age. You should try and do something about that.”
“Yes, sir.”
There was a sharp tap on the door connecting the Oval Office to the Chief of Staff’s office, and it opened to reveal Leo McGarry.
“Good morning, Mr President. Charlie.”
“Good morning, Leo,” returned the President, seating himself behind the desk. Charlie began unpacking the heavy briefcase used to transfer paperwork from the West Wing to the Residence.
“Morning, Leo. The President was just telling me about a pamphlet entitled Lithobolia.”
“Litho… what?”
“It means stone-throwing devil.” Leo sighed and raised his hands in despair.
“Mr President!”
“Yes?” asked President Bartlet innocently, watching his Chief of Staff with interest.
“Please don’t tell me you’re giving any credence to these ridiculous rumours!”
“Well…”
“Because Margaret is one slammed door away from carpeting the entire White House in salt. CJ has apparently been making deals with this ‘ghost’, the press won’t let it go, Toby and Sam have been arguing about it for days and Josh and Donna have been debating the best way to exorcise the building. What I do not need at this stage is the President getting in on the act! Sir,” he added, belatedly.
“Leo…” He was interrupted by the appearance in the doorway of Josh, his face uncharacteristically serious.
“Sir, Leo.” The President gestured him in.
“What is it, Josh?”
“Part of the ceiling collapsed in the Roosevelt Room. A couple of people were injured, and... Sir, Terry Hunt from the OMB is dead.”
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Date: 2007-10-30 02:56 am (UTC)Also, really enjoyed the President and Charlie's voices. You write West Wing really well!
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