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chaletianTitle: A Haunting on Pennsylvania Avenue, 4/?
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Fandom: Supernatural/The West Wing
Rating: PG
Characters: Ensemble
Spoilers: None so far
Summary: It’s time for things to get serious in the White House.
“This has got to stop,” said President Bartlet, his voice grave. “We’ve had – what’s it been – ten injuries now?”
“Yes, Mr President,” confirmed CJ. “Four housekeeping staff, one junior aide from the Vice President’s Office, a secretary from Counsel, two of the gardeners and two people from OMB. And Terry Hunt. Until yesterday, all the accidents had been fairly minor.”
“And why haven’t we done a damn thing about this?” His voice rose, and Leo leaned forward.
“Sir, we’ve done everything we could.”
“Well, it’s not enough!”
“They’re accidents, Mr President,” said Josh, joining the fray. “After Mark from the Vice President’s Office was hurt, we contacted Treasury, but they didn’t find anything that suggested these were deliberate.”
“And Health & Safety came round,” added CJ. “They made a few suggestions, and we’ve conformed with them, but it doesn’t seem to have stopped anything.”
“And the ceiling in the Roosevelt Room. You’re telling me that was an accident as well?”
“Sir, that ceiling was perfectly sound. You know we have conservationists and the facilities department keep an eye on the building. They haven’t found any problems.”
“Then why the hell did it fall down?” The President was faced with a series of blank faces, and he sighed, deflated. “We can’t carry on like this. I don’t like to suggest this, but are we absolutely sure that there is no human involvement? We’re the Government of the United States. We sit here in one of the most famous buildings in the world. We have a pretty big bullseye painted on our asses.”
“I’ll have Ron Butterfield look into it again,” promised Leo.
“Could be the ghost,” suggested Josh with a grin. A grin that disappeared as the others looked at him. “What? It was a joke.”
Leo looked around at the senior staff gathered in the Oval Office. “I think we can agree that it’s not a ghost.”
. . .
“Okay, so the White House is definitely haunted,” said Sam, looking up from his laptop.
“Ya think?” said Dean absently, his gaze fastened on the television.
“Yeah, I’ve found… Dean, what are you watching?”
“C-SPAN.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“And I’m confused.”
“I’m amazed.”
“No, seriously, dude. I mean, this is Congress, right?” Sam swivelled round in his chair so he could see the screen more clearly.
“Yeah. So?”
“OK, this guy has been talking for a coupla hours now.”
“It’s a debate, Dean. It’s kinda what they do in Congress.”
“Yeah, but he’s on some weird tangent about underwear. He’s been going pretty strong for a while now.”
“On underwear?”
“Yeah. Is that normal?” Sam looked in disbelief at his brother, sprawled across one of the twin beds.
“Dean!”
“What?”
“You choose now to become interested in the process of national politics?” Dean shrugged.
“Hey, when in Rome. Or, y’know, Washington. Anyway, whatcha got?” Sam turned the laptop so Dean could see the site he had found.
“Did you know there used to be a swimming pool in the White House?”
“No.”
“Well, there did. They built it for FDR.”
“So?”
“Nixon had it covered over in ’69. It was turned into offices for the press corps and stuff”
“And I say again, so?”
“A few months ago, there were signs of subsidence in the press briefing room, so they dug the whole thing up and started again. Right around the time these accidents started happening.”
“Did they now?”
“They did indeed.”
“Sammy, I think you’re on to something.”
“Yeah, but Dean, we still have no way to get into the building.” Sam ran a hand through his hair, and consulted the plethora of paper strewn across the rickety table provided by the motel. “They’ve just got too much security.” Dean gazed off to one side, his expression thoughtful. “Dean?”
“There’ve been a lot of accidents, right?”
“Yeah. Um, Jeannette Armstrong, on the Housekeeping staff, Mark Wright from John Hoynes’ office, Elizabeth Simpson from…”
“Yeah, them. And then that guy died yesterday.”
“Uh, Terry Hunt, yeah.”
“And I’ve been watching this station for about fifty hours, and the other guys are riding ‘em pretty hard about it – the White House not being safe, the President not even able to take care of his own staff, let alone America, that kind of thing.”
“So?”
“So I reckon they already know there’s a problem.”
“I would think so.” Sam nodded. It was, after all, inconceivable that they hadn’t noticed.
“I think we should go and tell them we have the solution.”
Author:
chaletianFandom: Supernatural/The West Wing
Rating: PG
Characters: Ensemble
Spoilers: None so far
Summary: It’s time for things to get serious in the White House.
“This has got to stop,” said President Bartlet, his voice grave. “We’ve had – what’s it been – ten injuries now?”
“Yes, Mr President,” confirmed CJ. “Four housekeeping staff, one junior aide from the Vice President’s Office, a secretary from Counsel, two of the gardeners and two people from OMB. And Terry Hunt. Until yesterday, all the accidents had been fairly minor.”
“And why haven’t we done a damn thing about this?” His voice rose, and Leo leaned forward.
“Sir, we’ve done everything we could.”
“Well, it’s not enough!”
“They’re accidents, Mr President,” said Josh, joining the fray. “After Mark from the Vice President’s Office was hurt, we contacted Treasury, but they didn’t find anything that suggested these were deliberate.”
“And Health & Safety came round,” added CJ. “They made a few suggestions, and we’ve conformed with them, but it doesn’t seem to have stopped anything.”
“And the ceiling in the Roosevelt Room. You’re telling me that was an accident as well?”
“Sir, that ceiling was perfectly sound. You know we have conservationists and the facilities department keep an eye on the building. They haven’t found any problems.”
“Then why the hell did it fall down?” The President was faced with a series of blank faces, and he sighed, deflated. “We can’t carry on like this. I don’t like to suggest this, but are we absolutely sure that there is no human involvement? We’re the Government of the United States. We sit here in one of the most famous buildings in the world. We have a pretty big bullseye painted on our asses.”
“I’ll have Ron Butterfield look into it again,” promised Leo.
“Could be the ghost,” suggested Josh with a grin. A grin that disappeared as the others looked at him. “What? It was a joke.”
Leo looked around at the senior staff gathered in the Oval Office. “I think we can agree that it’s not a ghost.”
. . .
“Okay, so the White House is definitely haunted,” said Sam, looking up from his laptop.
“Ya think?” said Dean absently, his gaze fastened on the television.
“Yeah, I’ve found… Dean, what are you watching?”
“C-SPAN.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“And I’m confused.”
“I’m amazed.”
“No, seriously, dude. I mean, this is Congress, right?” Sam swivelled round in his chair so he could see the screen more clearly.
“Yeah. So?”
“OK, this guy has been talking for a coupla hours now.”
“It’s a debate, Dean. It’s kinda what they do in Congress.”
“Yeah, but he’s on some weird tangent about underwear. He’s been going pretty strong for a while now.”
“On underwear?”
“Yeah. Is that normal?” Sam looked in disbelief at his brother, sprawled across one of the twin beds.
“Dean!”
“What?”
“You choose now to become interested in the process of national politics?” Dean shrugged.
“Hey, when in Rome. Or, y’know, Washington. Anyway, whatcha got?” Sam turned the laptop so Dean could see the site he had found.
“Did you know there used to be a swimming pool in the White House?”
“No.”
“Well, there did. They built it for FDR.”
“So?”
“Nixon had it covered over in ’69. It was turned into offices for the press corps and stuff”
“And I say again, so?”
“A few months ago, there were signs of subsidence in the press briefing room, so they dug the whole thing up and started again. Right around the time these accidents started happening.”
“Did they now?”
“They did indeed.”
“Sammy, I think you’re on to something.”
“Yeah, but Dean, we still have no way to get into the building.” Sam ran a hand through his hair, and consulted the plethora of paper strewn across the rickety table provided by the motel. “They’ve just got too much security.” Dean gazed off to one side, his expression thoughtful. “Dean?”
“There’ve been a lot of accidents, right?”
“Yeah. Um, Jeannette Armstrong, on the Housekeeping staff, Mark Wright from John Hoynes’ office, Elizabeth Simpson from…”
“Yeah, them. And then that guy died yesterday.”
“Uh, Terry Hunt, yeah.”
“And I’ve been watching this station for about fifty hours, and the other guys are riding ‘em pretty hard about it – the White House not being safe, the President not even able to take care of his own staff, let alone America, that kind of thing.”
“So?”
“So I reckon they already know there’s a problem.”
“I would think so.” Sam nodded. It was, after all, inconceivable that they hadn’t noticed.
“I think we should go and tell them we have the solution.”
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Date: 2007-10-30 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-30 02:59 am (UTC)Hehehe, I can't wait to see how this turns out!
And, if that factoid about the pool is true, I had no idea! Sounds awfully sketchy to me!
Great chapter!
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