Title: Dynasty Author: Briannakin Series: The West Wing Timeframe: Far Future Characters: Mainly OCs [Leo-Vincente “Elvie” Santos, with Leo Lyman and Josie Seaborn (both stolen from Mav), others] with other appearances (Josh/Donna, Matt/Helen, Sam/Ainsley). Notes: This are set in mine and mavjade ’s TWW post-season 7 universe (of which both our 2017 DDCs and a few other one-shots belong to, so reading some of those may help with enjoying these, but probably aren’t necessary, but you should also read Mav's one-shots in Descendants if you enjoy these). These are mostly just me getting some brainless head-canon out. The title was inspired by something mentioned in Mav’s “Teach Them How To Say Goodbye” (which is amazing) (Sorry Mav if you were going to use "Dynasty" for something). Thread Index Running Mates There Madame President Bother Mr. First Lady The Debate The Morning After First Gentleman and Second Lady (AKA Leos Can’t Dance) Big Block Of Cheese Part 1 & Part 2 You’re Not There Your Pride Wine in the East Wing Part 1 & Part 2 Camp Bartlet An Unproportional Response Red Light Unconditionally JJ Momma Abbey The Pick His Unusually Normal Family Holidays Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 & Part 4 What Makes Us Family Part 1 & Part 2 Dreams of Turkeys Part 1 & Part 2 Imogene Part 1, Part 2, & Part 3 Homecoming Break Every Clock What Does the Fox Say? Bad News Day Weekend With Elvie Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Pure Spirit Elvie Meets Rose Love, Grandpa Josh Like a Little Lion Lyman The Not-So Newlywed Game Man-Flu (the original) Through it All Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 The Maternity Wing Comfort Man-Flu 2 (return of the Man-Flu) Man-Flu 2 (revenge of the Man-Flu) Victory Just Dad Training The Best Gifts JJ (Part 2) Ready For This I Will Hold You Forever Raw and Hope (Part 1, Part 2) Stages of Love Next Steps (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) Home For Christmas (Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) Sleepovers (Part 1, Part 2) Josiah Joshua Elijah Lyman The Mets Game I Think I Wanna Marry You Buried Deep In A Hollow Love (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) [Not-So] Secret Weapons Words and Actions (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) Our Future, Together (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4) Breaking Abba's Heart (Part 1, Part 2) The Bachelor Party Miss Waddle Cuddles with Daddy Meet the Founding Father Running Mates Timeframe: During the Election (July 2054) Leo-Vincente Santos, known since he was four days old as “Elvie”, and known for the past eight years as Governor Santos, wanted to throw something at the pristine white walls of his large office. His father had always told him that he had gotten his mother’s temper - which was never a complement. Elvie was just finished with stupidity. He had half a mind to dump the tablet in front of him. Some moronic state legislator had introduced the idea of re-establishing capital punishment in the State of Texas. It was the 2050s for crying out loud! Texas had been one of the last states to outlaw the death-penalty, and it had been Elvie that had done so early on in his career. He just wanted to be done his term. He was only in his forties, but his rich black hair was already going grey at his temples - no doubt a by-product of being connected to the executive branch of the government for literally his entire existence. He had been conceived in the White House during his father’s first term as president and spent the first five years of his life terrorizing the Secret Service, ambassadors, and both the East and West Wings of the most powerful house in the world. He got into public service to help people, just like his father did. But it was hard to help people when fellow law makers wanted to go back to the dark ages. Why hadn’t the federal government outlawed the death-penalty once and for all? He was cranky. Or maybe it was just the Texas heat after a long summer. On his grand wood desk, his phone beeped. It was his secretary. He pressed a button, desperate for any sort of distraction. “Yeah, Lee-Ann?” “Senator Lyman is here to see you.” Elvie furrowed his brow in confusion. Leo Lyman was one of Elvie’s oldest friends - they had practically spent their toddlerhood together along with Josie Seaborn. Leo’s parents (along with Josie’s) had worked for his parents. They were even named for the same man! But Leo Lyman was the last person Elvie expected a “random visit” from. After Elvies’ father had served his two terms as president, the Santoses had moved back to Texas. Sure the friends had seen each-other at various state functions throughout the years, had even been in each-other’s weddings, and had a cordial friendship, plus their political leanings were nearly identical. Still, Texas was a long way south for the new Democratic nominee for President of the United States. “Send him in,” Elvie said with a rueful shake of his head. He leaned back in his chair as his friend entered. Leo Lyman entered looking shorter than he did on the news clips. A mixture of his mother and father, Leo looked in charge wearing a navy-blue suit. “My mother always warned me about Lymans who come knocking,” Elvie said with a grin and Leo laughed. Leo’s father had been the one who had convinced Elvie’s father to run for president before either of them had been born. “With good reason too,” Leo replied, taking a seat in front of Elvie’s desk. “You know what I want.” Elvie nodded. “You aren’t beating around the bush. Ambassador to Canada is a bit of demotion from Governor of Texas, don’t you think?” There was more laughing. They were laughing as if they had seen each other last week. “God. I knew this was the right decision. I want you as my running mate. If I’m going to change America for the better, I want to be surrounded by the right people.” Elvie rolled his eyes. Leo was certainly a politician. But they were both political geniuses. “Vice president does nothing unless you plan on keeling over.” Both men were in their mid 40s. “I think I’d rather go to Canada. You only want me because I’m a democrat that comes with Texas, Roman Catholics, and Hispanics. You got those three and you have this race wrapped up.” “Actually, I only need Texas.” It wasn’t far from the truth. Since his the infamous upset of Matthew Santos taking of Texas in the 2006 election, Texas had been a loose, but hefty, card in almost every election since. “Come on. I can assure you, your role as vice-president won’t just to have a heartbeat. I want your opinion on matters. No one knows the south like you.” “Rosamie might actually kill me.” “And you think Marc doesn’t want to kill me?” “How are Marc and the kids?” “I think they want to kill me.” “You’re not doing a very good job of trying to convince me.” “I know,” Leo nodded. “Because I know you don’t need convincing. You want to do it. You want to bring America into the future. You want to finally close the funding gap on stem-cell research. You want holonet security. Come on. Leo Lyman/Leo-Vincente Santos 2054 sounds pretty great. It’s what our fathers would have wanted.” Elvie looked to an image of his late father hanging on the wall. He knew people compared him to the “late, grate Matthew Santos - champion of bipartisanship”. Elvie had grown up in his father’s shadow, looking exactly like the man. It wasn’t quite the job his father practically groomed him for, but it was just one step below. And it would put him in the perfect spot in four or eight years. “My dad has been dead for six years. It’s my mother who scares me.” “She scares me too. But I already have Josie and her parents are being back-seat politicians.” Elvie shook his head. “This truly is a legacy campaign.” “So you’re in?” “I’ll have to discuss it with Rose and the kids. But yes. I’m in.” Elvie then pushed his wheelchair out from the desk, grabbed the push-rims, and pushed himself around the desk so that he could shake Leo’s hand. “We aren’t actually going to win this.” After the handshake, they hugged. “Why do you say that?” “Because our fathers might have been powerful men, but our mothers were both born in Canada. Not sure how we are going to be able to spin that.” Spoiler: notes I tried to make this both futuristic, but also relatable and familiar. Because I hope the US sees election reform and an end to capital-punishment in the next 3 decades, and I hope we see mainstream stem-cell treatments within my lifetime. Yet, I know the reality of these things. “Just ten more years till a cure” they told my diabetic father back in 1980. It has been almost 40. He’s dead and now my sister and I are waiting “just ten more years.” The future is here, yet so far away.