Watching the West Wing and hearing crack crack crack fic in the corners of my brain
Okay, hear me out.
Abby Bartlett is fabulous. She's smart and lovely and strong and bitchy and very, very real. I adore the fact that Jed Bartlett's First Lady is Abby Barlett.
But I came here from M*A*S*H fandom, and you know what M*A*S*H fandom is good at? It's good at putting Hawkeye Pierce into bed with handome domineering men and letting him be the world's best pushy bottom.
We are living in a crack fic universe where gay marriage has been accepted for decades. The doctor whom Jed Bartlett met, fell in love with, and left the priesthood track he was on at Notre Dame, was Doctor Hawkeye Pierce.
(Hawkeye would have had to have his MASH experience in Vietnam, but that's OK, I've done that before.)
The two of them married, adopted three daughters, and Hawkeye is still kind of weirded out by the fact that he now lives in the White House and has a symbolic role in national politics known as First Gentleman. Thus we have Hawkeye showing up throughout the series, and the thought is just making me smile, in a good way.
I suspect in this universe Arnold Vinick is just kind of ... not, which is a pity.
