Tehri Dam

WW V8 Episode 6

 

 

 

TEASER

(5:35pm, Friday)

 

He’d just stood up and put his suit jacket on when Liz walked in and asked him for his comments on the Kazakhstan report the Secretary of Defense had sent over earlier. He leaned over his desk and quickly scribbled a few questions on it, glancing at his watch as he did so. 5:35. He didn’t have time for this. Being late wouldn’t bode well for the night.

 

He stood upright and handed the questions to Liz. “Nothing else. Nothing.”

 

“You need to…”

 

He cut her off. “No.”

 

He liked Liz, he really did. But she was ex-military and always pushed for one more thing. At first, he liked that about her. It was his excuse to keep going. To stay late and get one more thing done. But lately he was finding that she was a bit too much like him. He didn’t need someone to tell him to do more; he needed someone to tell him to do less.

 

She nodded slightly, dismissing him to his evening of non-work as if she couldn’t fathom doing the same for herself. But he’d pulled every string he knew to pull, begged everyone he knew to beg to get this done, and he wasn’t going to feel guilty. Not this time. He half-smiled at her and picked up the bouquet of flowers from his desk before heading towards the door to the hallway. Bram walked in as he opened it and Josh cut him off with a hand before he even had a chance to start.

 

“No,” he said, leaving the office and heading down the hallway.

 

Bram stared at him for a second and then tried to keep up. ”I’m getting questions about Chicago sanitation workers.”

 

He almost stopped. Almost. There were always reasons to stay and work. Good reasons, and this was one of them. But there were reasons to leave too, something he’d only recently learned, and this was the biggest of those reasons. “They have two weeks to strike a deal. We’re not getting involved.”

 

Bram looked down at the flowers in Josh’s hand. “Tonight’s the night?”

 

“Indeed it is.”

 

They passed the Roosevelt Room as Otto walked out. “Do you have flowers?” he asked.

 

Josh looked at the flowers in his hand. “Damn, I knew I forgot something.”

 

“Shouldn’t those be roses?” Otto asked, looking at the flowers as though they were weeds instead of tulips and lilies.

 

The new girl from Sam’s bullpen walked by and both Otto and Bram turned to ogle her as Josh rolled his eyes. “You got reservations, right?” Bram asked distractedly.

 

“No.”

 

“No?” Otto asked, quickly spinning back around. “I thought we decided on Inn at Little Washington.”

 

Josh raised his eyebrows at the ‘we’ comment as they walked through the communications bullpen. They seemed to think this was a team effort. It was reminiscent of times past and he almost smiled. “There’s no time for food.”

 

“What do you mean there’s no…”

 

“Hey,” Lou said, cutting off Otto as she walked out of her office and joined them. “Senator Williamson just called and asked me what we’re going to do about sanitation workers in his state.”

 

Josh shrugged, refusing to slow down for any of them. Lou was the closest at keeping up; Bram and Otto could use a workout. “I don’t know. Let ‘em sanitate?”

 

“I think he’s hoping…”

 

He shook his head and cut her off. “They have two weeks, we’re not getting involved.”

 

“But we really are, right?”

 

Yes, probably. He groaned, not looking forward to it. “Not tonight. I’ve got the thing.”

 

“This is the 'who’s the most whipped man' night?” she asked uninterestedly.

 

“’Most romantic man’ night.”

 

“Whatever.”

 

“He’s not letting her eat,” Otto told her.

 

“Nice touch,” she said to Josh.

 

“And he didn’t get roses,” Bram said, nodding towards the flowers in Josh’s hand.

 

“Ok,” she said, looking down at some paperwork in her hand. “I’m done pretending to care.”

 

“What about a carriage?” Bram asked out of the blue. “Sam has a carriage.”

 

Josh shook his head. “The secret service put the kibosh on that. Something about not wanting to run along side it all night.”

 

“Those carriages go pretty slowly,” Lou said. “They could probably walk.”

 

He looked at her. “You gonna be the one to tell them that?”

 

“What else have you got?” Otto asked.

 

Josh smiled smugly and pulled lightly at his collar. “My boyish good looks. Donna can’t get enough of them.”

 

“Donna’s deranged,” Lou mumbled, earning a glare from Josh. She smirked and turned a corner to the stairs, leaving Josh, Otto, and Bram alone again.

 

“Sam’s good looking too!” Bram exclaimed, stopping Josh and Otto in their tracks. They looked back at him and his eyes widened. ”I mean… Julie must think so.”

 

Josh started walking again. “Listen Thing One and Thing Two; I can take it from here.”

 

“Sam’s going to win,” Otto said quietly to Bram as they entered the main lobby and saw Sam there wearing a tux and holding two dozen red roses.

 

“No he’s not,” Josh almost sang. 

 

“He has a carriage and roses.”

 

“And a violinist,” Sam said confidently as they walked up to him. Josh ignored him and pulled out his ace in the hole. He handed the two tickets to Sam as Otto mumbled again that they were going to lose. But Josh could see Sam’s face change into one of resignation. He finally handed them back to Josh. “You win,” he mumbled.

 

“Always, Sam. Always.” He put the tickets back into his jacket pocket and headed into the east wing alone while Otto and Bram stared at Sam in confusion.

 

“What was that?”

 

“Plane tickets to New York.”

 

**********

 

She saw him walk into her office as she packed her attaché case and gave her assistant Denise some last minute instructions. “She’s in the residence with Peter and Miranda,” Donna said to her. “Don’t bother her unless you’ve bothered me first. And don’t bother me unless you absolutely have to.”

 

“If you do, you’re going to be immediately fired, so make sure it’s good,” he said with a grin as he walked further inside the office. Donna rolled her eyes as Denise left, but she hadn’t been able to wipe the grin off her face all afternoon. He was taking her out and she was excited and everybody knew it.

 

“She’s learned not to pay attention to you.”

 

“She’ll pay attention to me when she’s my assistant.”

 

“Keep dreaming,” she said with a grin.

 

“You can keep her for a while. I don’t want her until you’ve trained her to be a mini-you.”

 

Donna shook her head and gestured to the flowers. “Are those for me? Or are they part of your evil plan to lure her over to the dark side.”

 

He handed her the flowers. “They’re for you. Are you ready? We’ve got places to go and sex to have.”

 

“You’re pretty sure of yourself.”

 

“That’s because I’m brilliant.”

 

“Competitive you mean,” she said slyly with a knowing look in his direction.

 

His eyes widened and she almost laughed. “What?” he asked as innocently as possible.

 

“You forget that I know everything,” she said in a sexy voice as she leaned in and kissed his jaw. “Do Julie and I get to pick the winner?”

 

He pulled her closer by her waist, letting her kiss him before responding. “Sam already conceded.” 

 

She looked up at him with the look of an excited child. “That can only mean one thing,” she said, practically jumping out of her skin.

 

“Yeah? What’s that?”

 

She put her hands on his face. “We’re going out of town!” she shouted, kissing him quickly.

 

He looked at her, both impressed and suspicious, and she almost laughed. Finally, he pulled the plane tickets out of his jacket pocket and handed them to her. “You do know everything.”

 

She took the tickets from him and kissed him again. He pulled her closer, kissing her deeper and eliciting a small moan from her, his tongue tangling slowly with hers. They didn’t often get physical in the White House, but she thought a few more seconds wouldn’t hurt and nipped at his bottom lip.

 

His beeper went off a few seconds later and she expected him to pull away. He groaned, but otherwise ignored it and kept kissing her. But when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket a second after that, he reluctantly pulled away and smiled apologetically at her.

 

She watched him pull his cell phone out of his pocket, hoping it wouldn’t take all night. But all hopes were dashed when she caught a glimpse of Bram running into the outer office.

 

“Is Josh still here?” he asked frantically.

 

Josh shook his head lightly and looked down at the floor before looking up at her. ‘Sorry,’ he mouthed just as Bram rushed into the office with Annabeth behind him.

 

 

 

Smash cut to credits

 

 

 

Act 1

5:45pm Friday (3:15am, Tehri India)

 

 

Ten minutes. It had only been ten minutes since the worst of the earthquakes hit in the Himalayas, and already it seemed like all hell had broken loose. Ronna was out waiting for a fax from the speaker of the house that was hopefully arriving that very second. Sam was talking to the earthquake center in India, President Santos was on the phone with the president of India, he himself was on the phone with the Tehri Hydro Development Corporation, and Lou and Bram were in the center trying to get it all and discuss what to and what not to give to the press. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the Oval Office this crazy before; certainly not in seven years of working for President Bartlet. But this was Santos’ Oval Office, and he did things differently. And differently included wanting everyone nearby as the news came in.

 

“8.7 in Kashmir and Jammu, 8.9 in Lahul, Simla, Lahore, Pathankot, Chitkal and Spiti, 9.1 in Kot Khai,” Sam said out loud while holding his hand over the receiver. Josh looked at Bram to make sure he was getting it all down, but he was with Lou. She’d make sure he had everything he needed.

 

“Yes, President Kalam,” he barely heard the president saying as he tried to pay attention to everything at once. “We’re waiting on our UN representative, but we’re willing to help in any way possible. Are you evacuating Tehri?”

 

He looked over at the president then, hoping for good news. The president looked up at him and shook his head. Damn, they were going to wait.

 

He faced away towards the wall so he wouldn’t bother anyone else’s phone call. “Have you started assessing the dam?” he asked the director of the Tehri Hydro Development Corporation. The man reminded him that the earthquake had just happened and that they were moving as quickly as possible. “Yes Mr. Jhakri, I understand that, but your company built the dam. It’s your opinion President Kalam’s waiting for.”

 

“9.5 in Uttakashi, Mussoorie, Tehri, and Dedra Dun,” he heard Sam say. “So far, that’s the hardest hit.” He looked over at him and then caught the President’s eye. 9.5 in Tehri. They needed to evacuate.

 

Josh went back to his phone call, but could hear the president telling Ronna to get Secretary Vinick and Nancy McNally there.

 

The director was explaining something to Josh about the hour, but Josh didn’t give a shit that it was three o’clock in the morning there. They needed to evaluate that damn dam and tell President Kalam that it was unsafe so he’d evacuate. It was too destructive to just hope it wouldn’t crumble.

 

He thought he heard Bram ask Sam if there were any death toll numbers yet, and rolled his eyes. Death toll numbers in ten minutes? Oh how he missed CJ being the press secretary.

 

“We hope to have planes in the air with supplies by morning,” the president said. Morning would be too late. And supplies weren’t going to do any good if they didn’t evacuate Tehri before the dam gave. Still, when the president looked over to Josh for confirmation, he nodded.

 

“Nothing?” Sam asked before speaking louder for the rest of them to hear. “Nothing in Tibet or China. Minor disturbances in western Nepal.” Thank goodness for that. They were going to have enough to deal with in Tehri. He already knew the other 500 miles hit by the earthquake were going to be neglected comparatively. At least he didn’t have to deal with China or Tibet.

 

He was trying to concentrate on his own phone call, but it wasn’t until the director told him that they couldn’t see the dam that he actually startled. “What do you mean they can’t see it? It’s an 850 foot dam! Are they on the right river?”

 

He could hear the president saying goodbye and hanging up the phone, but the director was telling him that it was still the middle of the night and they’d lost all electricity during the earthquakes. Suddenly, not seeing the dam made sense as did the talk of the hour.  When the sun came up it would be easier, he assured Josh. “When will that be? Two hours? We don’t have two hours!”

 

“We understand the rush, Mr. Lyman. Believe me, no one understands it better than us.”

 

“They’re bringing out helicopters?”

 

“Yes sir. President Kalam has some on the way.”

 

He sighed. It wasn’t their fault, but two hours could be devastating. “Ok, please let me know the second you know anything.” He hung up and put his phone away, then joined the others in front of President Santos’ desk.

 

“Nothing?” the president asked.

 

He hung his head. “They can’t see it.”

 

“They… can’t see the dam…”

 

“It’s 3:15 in the morning there; the sun’s not up for two more hours. They’ve lost electricity and can’t see it well enough to check the foundation. President Kalam is sending out helicopters.”

 

“But they’re sure it hasn’t given out?” Bram asked.

 

Josh, Lou, Sam and the president all looked at him. The sharpest knife in the drawer, he was not.

 

I think we would’ve heard if people were drowning by the minute,” Lou said sarcastically.

 

“Right.”

 

“The president won’t evacuate?” Sam asked, bringing the attention back to something plausible.

 

The president shook his head. “He’s reluctant to panic people if it’s not necessary.”

 

“When are you briefing?” Josh asked Bram.

 

“Ten minutes.”

 

Josh glanced at Lou, who nodded that it would be ok, and he looked back at Bram. “Nancy McNally and Secretary Vinick are on their way here. Once they’re here, we’re going to be briefed by seismologists and geophysicists. Ronna has their names.” Bram nodded and he continued. “The only thing you answer about the dam is that they’re inspecting its stability and that both the US and India are keeping in close contact with the Tehri Hydro Development Corporation.”

 

“And they are…”

 

He sighed and Lou took over for him. “They built the dam. They’ll ultimately be the ones to tell us if it’s safe.”

 

“Sam,” Josh said. “I need you to stay in constant contact with their director, Nathpa Jhakri, and tell me the very second you hear anything.” He’d be in the sit room and in meetings with the UN and the Secretary of State most of the night. He’d have to hand this off to Sam and trust him to handle it right. Thank goodness it was Sam.

 

“Ok everybody. Thanks,” the president said dismissing them.

 

“Thank you Mr. President.”

 

Josh and the president watched as they left through Ronna’s door. He waited until it was just the two of them before looking back at the president.

 

“It’s going to give.”

 

“I know.”

 

**********

 

This was going to be a thing. A huge thing. They hadn’t mentioned it, but once the damage was seen and contained and estimated in terms of what it was going to cost, it would become a thing. The US had given its blessings and a billion of its dollars. Someone was going to get blamed for it. Hopefully it would be Nixon.

 

Lou walked into the communications bullpen and saw her assistant, Judy, at the copier. “Find out if any current members of the house who were around in 1971 voted in favor of financial contributions to the Tehri Dam project.” She’d have to check Secretary Vinick’s vote as well, but she’d do that herself when no one was around.

 

Judy looked up from the copier. “There are current house members who were around in 1971?”

 

“Byrd’s been in office since 1959,” she said, walking towards her office.

 

“I wasn’t even alive then,” Judy mumbled.

 

Lou stopped and looked back at her. “Neither was I!”

 

“I wasn’t saying…”

 

“Get me the information,” she grumbled with a nasty look before going into her office and sitting down. This night was going to suck. Just an hour earlier, Josh was leaving for the weekend and she was taking Saturday off. She could kiss that goodbye. She checked her phone for messages. Three already and it hadn’t quite been a half hour. She sighed and sat back, noticing Bram standing in her doorway.

 

“Aren’t you briefing in a few minutes?”

 

He nodded. “The thing is…”

 

She hung her head. Man she missed Donna briefing the press. “You don’t know what the Tehri Dam is.”

 

“It’s not that I don’t know what the Tehri Dam is… it’s just that I don’t know anything about the Tehri Dam.”

 

“Children,” she mumbled, shaking her head. She looked up at him and thought again that she missed Donna. “It’s the fifth largest dam in the world. It has the capabilities to provide 270 million gallons of water a day to New Dehli and about 50 other cities and villages for drinking and irrigation, and starting in June, it’s also supposed to provide electricity.” He grabbed a pen off her desk and started writing on the pad of paper he’d had in the Oval as she continued with the basics. Just enough to get him through the briefings, she thought. “It sits not only on two rivers in the Himalayas that I can’t pronounce, but also on the Allah Bund fault line, which is just one of the reasons that it was highly contested by anybody with half a brain. It wasn’t built to sustain an earthquake greater than 7.2 on the Richter scale, and if it gives, it could drown a half a million people in less than a day.”

 

Bram looked down through the notes he’d written in the Oval Office. “The earthquake that hit there was a 9.5.”

 

“Yes.” 

 

She waited for him to digest it and it took several seconds. But this was something she couldn’t fault him for. This was huge. The biggest thing he’d dealt with so far. This was going to put him directly into the fire.

 

“Wow,” he said quietly.

 

“There’s more. The US gave them over a billion dollars for the project.”

 

His eyes widened. “We gave India a billion dollars to build something that’s about to kill 500 thousand people?”

 

She nodded slightly. “Technically Nixon did, but yeah.”

 

**********

 

Donna sat quietly waiting for Josh in a chair next to the couch in his office. The pretense was over; there would be no date; no trip to New York. Romantic or not, it wasn’t going to happen. Bram had told them as they’d walked from the east wing to the Oval Office. ‘An earthquake in the Himalayas. It looks bad.’ She’d been waiting in his office ever since.

 

He walked in from the Oval Office and forced an ill looking smile. She watched him pull his suit jacket off and toss it onto the couch, then walk to his desk and sit down, putting his face in his hands. It was a look she knew well. Too well. It was bad and there wasn’t much he could do.

 

“Bad?” she asked quietly.

 

He nodded and ran his hands through his hair. “9.5 in Tehri.”

 

Her mouth opened a little and she closed her eyes. Not Tehri. Anywhere but Tehri. “They’re evacuating?”

 

He shook his head and looked straight ahead. “They’re waiting on reports of the dam’s stability before they start wide-spread panic.”

 

“They know the dam’s stability. It can’t withhold more than a 7.2.”

 

He sighed. “They’re hoping they’re wrong about that.”

 

“Are they?”

 

He looked up at her almost helplessly. “No.”

 

She took a deep breath. He’d been doing so well, so very well at not letting this job eat away at him. But the look in his eyes was haunting. He could handle just about anything, she was sure of it, but he couldn’t handle being helpless. “Josh…”

 

He stood up and slammed his hands down on his desk, startling her.  “Don’t you think I know? Don’t you think I’ve told them to evacuate? They aren’t…” He stopped abruptly and looked up at the ceiling. He took a deep breath, then another. “They’re waiting on the experts.”

 

The room went silent after that and she sat there for another second before standing up quietly and walking around the desk to him. She put her hand lightly and tentatively on his back and wondered if he even knew she was in the room.

 

“500 thousand people,” he practically whispered.

 

She nodded even though he continued staring up at the light. She continued rubbing his back lightly for a moment, the muscles under his shirt tight and knotted. “I can pull some numbers, find some expert opinions while we…”

 

“Ronna’s working on it,” he said in a gravelly voice, looking down at her.

 

His dismissal of her left her taken aback and she paused. “How about I go pick us up some dinner?”

 

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “You should… I don’t know.”

 

“I can stay; I don’t mind.”

 

“I’m probably going to be all night,” he said in an already exhausted voice. “Go to New York; I’ll fly out in the morning.”

 

“Really?” she asked skeptically.

 

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. “Or you could spend the weekend shopping.”

 

“I don’t want to spend the weekend alone in New York, Josh.”

 

“I’m sorry, I…”

 

She cut him off. “It wasn’t meant as a guilt trip.”

 

He started to respond, but stopped when Liz walked into his office. “Secretary Vinick’s here; he’s in the Oval. The president would like you.”

 

He nodded slightly. “Yeah, thanks.”

 

He looked at Donna again, then walked to the couch and picked up his jacket, putting it on as he walked towards the door.

 

“Sam’s stuck here too. Why don’t you call Julie? Go to dinner?” She nodded uncommittedly and he opened the door, looking at her another second and telling her he’d try to call later. Then he walked into the Oval Office.

 

She watched him go and stood looking at the doorway. She’d offered to stay and he’d turned her down. He’d never done that before, not once that she could remember. He’d never not wanted her there.

 

She heard a sound and turned around to see Liz organizing his desk. “Sorry, I’ll…” she trailed off and moved to the door to the hallway, getting out of the woman’s way. She looked inside once more before turning slowly and walking slowly down the hallway as the West Wing moved frantically around her.

 

 

 

Act 2

7:00pm Friday (4:30am, Tehri India)

 

 

It was 7:00; an hour and a half in and he still felt like they didn’t know anything. The sun hadn’t come up in northern India yet, which meant everything being said was a guess. They couldn’t find the injured, they couldn’t assess the damage, they couldn’t tell where the most aid was needed. He was the president; he was supposed to be able to get things done. But there he sat in the Situation Room waiting on the sun to come up halfway around the world.

 

“The earthquake stretched from Kashmir to western Nepal, approximately 600 miles,” Dr. James Brune said nervously, standing in front of the large screen in the Sit Room. He used a laser pointer to point to the area between Kashmir and Nepal.

 

They already knew that. He needed something new; something he could work with. “Do we have any word on casualties yet?” he asked. Everyone else had been down there ten minutes longer than he had. Surely they knew something.

 

“It’s slow going until dawn,” Josh reminded him, as if he needed reminded again that it was dark. “A hospital with 1200 patients was destroyed in Kashmir. That’s all we’ve heard so far.” That he hadn’t heard. That was new. 1200 people; gone.

 

“This was one earthquake?” Secretary Vinick asked the seismologist.

 

“Actually, no. It was probably three, the second two caused by the moving plates of the first.” Secretary Vinick nodded and the professor continued. “These areas were the hardest hit,” he said, using the pointer to circle the area west of Nepal and south of Kashmir. “A 9.5 on the Richter scale.” He pointed to the center of the area. “And this is the location of the Tehri Dam.”

 

“What do we know about the damage to the dam?” the president asked.

 

“They’ve had helicopters circling it for the last thirty minutes. They’ve found several leaks.”

 

“How big?” Secretary Vinick asked.

 

Dr. Craig H. Jones, the chief engineer and designer of the dam, moved forward then and used the remote to change the picture on the screen to a close up of the dam. Dr. Brune handed him the laser pointer and Dr. Jones pointed to an area near the top center of the dam.

 

“They found a leak in this area approximately 50 feet long by 30 feet wide,” the man said, looking at the screen and not the president.

 

“50 by 30 and we call that a leak?” the president asked loudly.

 

“Yes Sir.” He moved the pointer lower and to the left. “There’s another here. It’s almost a hundred feet long and 20 feet wide.”

 

He was tempted to tell the man to stop calling massive holes leaks, but Nancy McNally stopped him by asking another question. “And what do you think they’re going to find when the sun comes up?”

 

Dr. Jones looked at Dr. Brune for a second before looking back at Nancy. “They’re going to find major structural damage and hundreds of smaller leaks.”

 

He didn’t bother asking if those would be real leaks; he simply sighed. “Ok, what’s the best case scenario here?”

 

“The best case scenario is that the leaks stay confined and don’t spread, and that the water currently being leaked can be held by the Bhagirathi and Bhinangana rivers.”

 

“If that’s the case, can the dam be repaired?” Secretary Vinick asked.

 

He hesitated before answering. “Possibly.”

 

Dr. Kathryn Gregory, a geophysict, stepped forward then, speaking calmly and looking directly at Secretary Vinick. “But it could permanently lose function. If there have been any significant landslides into the reservoirs, the water will be contaminated with sediments and unusable.”

 

The president looked down at the table. That was the best case scenario? A four billion dollar dam that was unusable? “Ok, what’s the worst case scenario?”

 

She turned to him. “An aftershock could destroy the dam immediately. If that happens, there won’t be time to finish evacuating.”

 

“What’s the estimation of destruction if that happens?”

 

Dr. Brune took the remote and switched to a screen of northern India. “Rishikesh, Pauri, Haridwar, Sultanpur, Najibabad, Kiratpur, Nagina, Muzaffarnagar and every town in between will be completely submerged within a few hours,” he said, pointing to each area as he named it. “The rest of the Uttar Pradesh state south of Tehri within a day. Delhi, New Delhi, Kanpur, Lucknow and areas in between could be partially submerged as well.”

 

The room went silent for a moment. Hours; hundreds of miles completely submerged in hours. He shook his head and looked down at the table.

 

“They’re evacuating now,” Josh said. “Are they going east and west?”

 

“We helped them put evacuation plans into place when we had troops stationed there in the 80s,” Nancy said to him. “The northern regions are evacuating east and west, the southern regions going south into higher ground.”

 

“Ok,” Secretary Vinick said. “That’s our best and worst case scenario. What’s actually going to happen?”

 

Dr. Jones looked at him. “The dam will break a little at a time, releasing more water as it does. Those same cities will be submerged within the next several days.”

 

“I disagree with that analysis,” Dr. Gregory said. Everyone in the room looked at her, somewhat surprised, and Nancy nodded to her.

 

 “What do you think will happen?”

 

“I think we’ll have aftershocks for the next several hours and I think one of them will wipe out the dam.”

 

**********

 

Donna and Julie sat on stools at the bar, both holding wine and listening to the jazz music playing softly from the other end of the room. Donna looked around the small restaurant at low lighting, burning candles, and a fireplace. She’d never been there, but Sam’s destination for the night had been well chosen.

 

The hostess came and showed them to their table, a small round table near the fire place with a white linen cloth and gorgeous china dishes. In the center of the table sat a huge bouquet of roses with a card she knew was addressed to Julie.

 

“Wow,” Julie said, smelling the flowers. “I wonder what else he had planned.”

 

Donna sat down, wishing she could find the excitement in the night instead of brooding about Josh sending her away. “I have it under good authority that you were getting a horse-drawn carriage.”

 

Julie raised her eyebrows and smiled as she sat down. “They need to have this contest again.”

 

“Maybe next time we’ll end up with them instead of each other,” Donna said, forcing a chuckle.

 

Julie took a drink of her wine. “When Sam called, he said he’d probably be all night.”

 

She nodded, thinking of a hundred other nights they’d spent together at the White House. “They’ll spend most of the night on the phone assessing damage and casualties, then they’ll work on aid and support with the UN and other countries. England and Canada are usually helpful in situations like this.”

 

“We’re still getting used to these.”

 

“All nighters?” Donna asked. Julie nodded and Donna smiled sympathetically. “It gets easier.”

 

Julie paused and nodded slightly. “You didn’t have to stay?”

 

She shook her head. “The First Lady’s office isn’t involved in things like this. I offered to help with some research, but…” she trailed off as their server brought them menus.

 

“But?”

 

“Huh?” she said, looking over at Julie. “Sorry. They had it under control. Josh didn’t…” she paused and looked down at her menu. “He didn’t need me there.”

 

“Lucky for you.”

 

“Yeah,” she replied miserably.

 

**********

 

Amy walked towards the exit as she shrugged her attaché case over her shoulder and buttoned a button on her jacket. She was completely out of the loop on the whole earthquake thing, which she reasoned was fair since it had nothing to do with legislation, but she hated that important things were going on and she was left out. That had never been the case before. She’d never been mid level on the totem pole. But tonight people were rushing around, assistants even, and she was going home.

 

“Amy, good. You’re not busy.”

 

She stopped and turned to look at Sam. “No, not at all in fact,” she deadpanned. “What’s happening?”

 

“They’re evacuating and hoping the dam doesn’t give,” he said distractedly as he looked through some papers she hadn’t been privy to.

 

“Do you want me to make some phone calls?” she asked hopefully. “Try to get some aid moving?”

 

Sam started walking and she followed him. “No, we’ve got it under control.”

 

Josh had told her the same thing twenty minutes earlier as he all but ran to the Sit Room. It felt then as if she wasn’t trusted to help. Surprisingly, it felt the same way when Sam said it. “Right.”

 

“But I do want you to start drafting some legislation for emergency relief funds,” he said as they walked into the communications bullpen. “Get with Ainsley Hayes about the language and coordinate with Secretary Vinick.”

 

She smiled. Finally. “How much?”

 

“That depends.”

 

“On what?”

 

“Whether or not the dam holds.”

 

“Are we including money to re-build?”

 

He stopped suddenly and looked at her. “I don’t know.”

 

“Don’t you think someone’s going to ask if we’re in favor of rebuilding a dam that has the capabilities of killing so many people?”


He groaned. “I’m sure of it, in fact.”

 

“We need an answer.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

 

 

 

Act 3

11:30pm Friday (9:00am, Tehri India)

 

 

Bram walked to the pressroom door and paused. He really, really didn’t want to do this. They’d been like caged animals at his first briefing directly after the earthquake. Now, almost six hours later, he knew little more than he had then; they were going to eat him alive. He took a deep breath and walked into the pressroom.

 

They immediately started yelling his name while making their way to seats. In an attempt to look confident, he smiled at a gorgeous reporter in the front row, then made his way to the podium. “I’ve got a lot of updates so be quiet and maybe this won’t be painful,” he said, attempting to mirror CJ Cregg. He’d been studying tapes of her briefings at Josh’s command. He looked down at the papers on the podium and started. “Chitkal reported an aftershock twenty minutes ago measuring 2.5 on the Richter scale. No major damages have been reported from the aftershock, but they are reporting 875 dead so far from the original earthquake.”

 

They started shouting his name again and he ignored them. “In Kashmir, the Shirya Bhatt Mission Hospital was completely destroyed when it actually fell into a 500 foot crevice made by the earthquake. There were 1246 patients and approximately 314 staff members at the hospital. All are presumed dead. A library, an elementary school, and countless businesses were destroyed, but because the earthquake hit at 3:09a.m. local time, casualties aren’t expected to be found. First count shows more than 720 homes destroyed, and rescue workers are going house to house looking for survivors. So far, they’ve found 341 bodies and have taken 207 people to hospitals in nearby Srinagar and Anantnag.”

 

He stopped for a breath and the shouting started up again.

 

“I’m not listening,” he said, pausing for the room to quiet down. It eventually did and he continued. “The main damage in Simla was in the market or downtown area. Again, because of the hour, they aren’t expecting many casualties in the area. However, a twelve mile stretch of highway was destroyed, and so far they’ve found 46 dead there. A small village in the hills outside of town called Jutogh has basically slid down the mountain. Approximately 200 families lived in the village. All are presumed dead at this time.”

 

“What about Tehri?” someone asked.

 

“New Tehri, also a hillside village, has had severe damage as well, but numbers aren’t available yet,” he said, shuffling through papers.

 

“Bram,” Katie said. “What about the dam?”

 

“Thanks for waiting like I asked Katie,” he said sarcastically even though he knew that was what they were all waiting for. He sighed. “The dam is still standing, although leaks found before dawn are getting bigger. The government is evacuating the areas to the south of the dam as quickly as possible.”

 

Every hand in the room shot up as they called out his name again. He looked around. “Jeff.”

 

“Are they trying to repair the damage to the dam or are they considering it gone at this point?”

 

“It’s too unstable to work on repairs right now. Simla, Pathankot, and now Chitkal have all had aftershocks. They’ll assess the situation once the seismic activity in the area has stopped.” He paused and looked around the room. “Melissa.”

 

“Do you know how many people they’ve evacuated so far?”

 

“No, but they’ve been evacuating for four hours, and they’re using every possible method, including airplanes, buses, cars and semi-trucks. Brock.”

 

“Locals are reporting that the government isn’t allowing the evacuation of sixteen orphanages in the region. Two weeks ago, the government reported that they have an all-time high percentage of children in the system and a budget that can’t support them. Are they using this as a way to solve their problem?”

 

The room went silent, everyone looking over to Brock and then to Bram. Orphanages? He shuffled through papers again, but he knew they didn’t hold any information concerning orphanages. “I’m sorry, what…”

 

Brock cut him off. “Bram, is the Indian government planning on letting the children in those orphanages die because they can’t afford to raise them?”

 

“I… no, I mean…” He shook his head, still shuffling through papers that were of no help to him. How the hell had Brock gotten information he hadn’t? Lou’s advice stuck in his ear. Never answer a question you don’t have the answer to. “No, I haven’t heard anything of the sort,” he said honestly.

 

“Is the president aware this is happening?”

 

He officially hated Brock. “Are you even aware this is happening?”

 

“Is this administration willing to provide support and aid to a country that’s letting over 3,000 children drown to save money?”

 

Oh hell.

 

**********

 

Josh and Lou stood in front of his desk, waiting for him to get off the phone with his suddenly irate wife. Not that he could blame her; he was furious as well. Orphanages not being evacuated? What kind of sick, twisted people would decide not to evacuate orphanages?

 

“I don’t think it is, no…” he said into the phone while looking up at Josh. Josh looked serious but put together.

 

 “No, I’m not sure,” he said to Helen. “We’re going to… we’re going to find out.”

 

“They’re kids, Matt.”

 

“I know.”

 

“Kids. They need protected. Those bastards…”

 

“Sweetheart,” he said in what he hoped was a calming voice. “I know.”

 

“I know you do,” she said sighing. “I just… they’re kids.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“You’ll let me know when you find something out.”

 

“Of course.”

 

“Alright. Try to come up and eat something too, it’s almost midnight.”

 

“I will.”

 

“Kay.”

 

He hung up the phone and then looked up at Josh again. “Is it true?” he asked in a stern voice, no longer the picture of calm he tried to portray to his wife.

 

“We don’t know yet, sir.”

 

“Well we’re about to find out.” He turned towards the door and yelled. “Ronna!”

 

“You can’t, sir,” Lou said.

 

“Watch me.”

 

Ronna opened the door and walked part way inside. “Yes sir?”

 

“Get President Kalam on the phone.”

 

“Yes sir,” she said nodding.

 

“Mr. President,” Josh said, stopping Ronna before she left. “That’s a call you can’t make.

 

“Why the hell not?” he asked angrily.

 

“Because if you ask him and he confirms it, we can’t send aid,” Lou said.

 

He looked up at her. “That’s fine, because if he confirms it, I’m not going to.”

 

“We have to sir,” Josh said calmly.

 

The president looked at him aghast. “You want me to send money to a country that’s killing their orphans?”

 

“Hundreds of thousands of people have been affected by this earthquake,” he answered. “We have to help.”

 

“We don’t even know if it’s true, sir,” Lou said. “They’re trying to evacuate a half a million people. I’m sure they’re moving as fast as they can.”

 

“Then the president can tell me that. I want to know what’s going on with those orphanages!”

 

“You can’t call the president of India sir. You can’t find out that way,” Josh said.

 

“If it’s true, he’ll lie anyway,” Lou added.

 

He looked at both of them. They were right, of course, but this was different. This wasn’t political. These were kids. “If they think we’ll refuse them aid,” he said more calmly, “it might make them evacuate.”

 

“If we make that threat we have to follow through with it,” Josh said.

 

He closed his eyes and sat back in his chair, taking a deep breath before looking at them again. “They’re trapping children in orphanages that are about to be destroyed.”

 

“We don’t know that sir,” Lou said again.

 

He ignored her and turned to Josh. There had to be something they could do. “I want to know what’s happening over there.”

 

Josh nodded. “I have a call in to the ambassador, sir. Let me talk to him. I can make the threat without making it. This is a question you can’t ask.”

 

He didn’t understand that, really. Why Josh could do things he couldn’t. They were protecting him, of course, but sometimes he didn’t want protected. Sometimes he wanted to make the call and make himself very, very clear.  “You make it clear to them that those orphanages are to be evacuated,” he finally said.

 

Josh nodded. “Yes sir.”

 

**********

 

She wasn’t sure how she ended up there. She’d been watching CNN coverage of the earthquakes; pictures of entire villages destroyed, bodies lined up with sheets over them, families crying and holding each other, the dam leaking huge amounts of water… commentary about the evacuation, the orphanage speculation, the US involvement in building the dam… And then she was walking down the hallway and into Miranda’s room.

 

She picked up a stuffed bear, Miranda’s favorite, and placed it carefully into her arms. The little girl shifted but didn’t wake up, and Helen sat on the edge of her bed and pushed a little hair out of her face. Children just like her; young, innocent, helpless… did they even know what was happening?

 

She stood up to leave, and saw Matt standing in the doorway watching them. She smiled slightly and walked up to him.

 

“Isn’t she perfect?” he whispered, looking at Miranda.

 

Helen turned around and looked at her, nodding slightly. “Yes.” Children just like her…

 

Matt sighed and pulled her in front of him so they could both watch their youngest sleep. He rested his chin top of her head and it was silent for several long moments. He squeezed her tighter and she took his hand and led him out of the room, letting the secret service agent close Miranda’s door. Still silent, the two of them walked down a hallway.

 

“I wasn’t expecting you up here for a while,” she said quietly as they walked.

 

“Josh sent me away so he could threaten the Indian ambassador without me around.”

 

“Why?”

 

He paused and softly smiled. “Politics.”

 

**********

 

Quiet. It was the first quiet moment he’d had all night. He sat in his office reading through the latest casualty numbers. 7600 dead and it was no where close to done. He put the paper down and rubbed his eyes. He hated feeling this helpless. He hated looking at numbers and knowing that each one represented a person. A husband, a wife, a child… He looked over at a picture sitting on his desk, then leaned over and picked it up. It was of Donna and him in Hawaii, standing on a beach and smiling like the whole world was right. What a lucky, lucky man he was.

 

There was a knock on the door and he looked up as Liz walked into his office, closing the door behind her.

 

“Ambassador Sen is here.”

 

He put the picture down. “Thanks. Send him in.”

 

She nodded and left, returning a few seconds later with Ambassador Sen. Josh stood up and shook the young ambassador’s hand.

 

“Thank you for coming in so late, Ambassador.”

 

The man nodded slightly. “I was up.”

 

“Yeah…” Josh gestured to chair. “Please, have a seat.”

 

The ambassador sat down, followed by Josh. He looked at his desk and moved the sandwich out of the way. ”Sorry, it’s the first time I’ve had a chance… “

 

Ambassador Sen smiled. “My wife sent dinner to my office two hours ago. I would’ve forgotten otherwise.”

 

Josh smiled back and gestured to the sandwich. “My girlfriend.”

 

“We’re really quite useless without them,” the ambassador replied, chuckling.

 

Josh looked at the sandwich for a second, a ghost of a smile on his own face, then looked back up at the ambassador. “ Sir…”

 

“I’ve heard the rumors, Mr. Lyman,” he said before Josh had a chance to finish. “Let me assure you… they’re untrue.”

 

He’d been expecting that answer, true or not. Still, he had a point to make. “Ambassador, the president is very concerned about this.”

 

“The president has a family. Of course he’s concerned.”

 

“Sending emergency relief aid to a country that would sacrifice children like that isn’t something he’s likely to do”.

 

“Do you have children, Mr. Lyman?” the man asked quietly.

 

Josh paused, then shook his head. “No.”

 

“I do,” he replied proudly. “Three daughters and a son. My oldest is twelve, my youngest four. If that were happening in my country, the Tehri dam would be the least of my worries tonight.”

 

“Have the orphanages been evacuated?”

 

“Eight have been. They’ve started in the northern regions, but they are evacuating orphanages, hospitals, elderly care facilities and jails as quickly as possible. Our citizens do matter to us, Mr. Lyman.”

 

“They matter to us too, sir. That’s the reason for our concern.”

 

“I appreciate that. Please assure the president for me that we’re doing the very best we can and that we deeply appreciate the aid the United States is sending over in such short notice.”

 

Josh stood up. “Thank you for coming in, Ambassador. Try and get some sleep tonight.”

 

The ambassador stood and shook Josh’s outstretched hand. “I think sleep is for another night.” Josh nodded and the man started to leave, stopping just before opening the door. He looked back at Josh. “If the dam gives, Mr. Lyman, a lot of people will die. Some of those people will be children.”

 

Josh nodded and watched as the ambassador left, closing the door quietly behind himself.

 

 


Act 4

2:00am Saturday (11:30am, Tehri India)

 

 

Sam felt like he was going to drop as he walked into the communications bullpen. He could see lights coming from Lou’s office, but the rest of the bullpen was dark. He’d sent most of his staff home between midnight and one; she must’ve done the same.

 

He walked to her door and saw her lying on the couch with her eyes closed. Bram sat in a visitors’ chair, and both looked as tired as he felt.

 

“The Indian ambassador called,” he said, walking into the office. “Two more orphanages have been evacuated.

 

“Open the briefing with that,” Lou said to Bram without bothering to open her eyes. “Don’t give them anything to ask.”

 

“Alright,” Bram answered tiredly.

 

Sam sat on the arm of the couch. “With any luck, the worst of it’s over. The Tehri Hydro Development Corporation is starting repairs to the dam in the next few hours.”

 

“Bram needs to know how that’s going to happen,” Lou said, eyes still closed.

 

He looked at her and then at Bram. “They’re going to take huge pieces of stone and… well stone… and put them into the reservoir side to block the leaks. I think.”

 

“Thanks for the technical terms, Sam,” Lou said sarcastically.

 

He ignored her and turned to Bram. “You’ve got the UN and US aid information?”

 

Bram nodded. “And I’ve got an update on casualties. I was going to call a full lid after that.”

 

“That’s fine.”

 

Lou lifted her head and opened her eyes, giving Sam a look.

 

“Sorry,” he replied sheepishly.

 

She looked at him and then to Bram. “That’s fine.”

 

Sam’s phone started ringing and he took it off his belt while talking to Bram. “How many deaths so far?”

 

“8800.”

 

He nodded, looking at the caller id. “I just talked with him,” he mumbled.

 

“Who’s calling a two o’clock in the morning?”

 

“The Tehri Hydro Development Corporation,” he answered as he stood up and flipped his cell phone open. “Mr. Jhakri?” he asked with a hopeful voice.

 

“Mr. Seaborn,” the man said solemnly. “You asked me to call you if there were any changes. I thought you should know that the dam just collapsed.”

 

No. No, not that. He closed his eyes and dropped his head. The worst. The absolute worst thing that could’ve happened. He shook his head and stood quietly digesting the information before speaking again. “When?” he asked quietly.

 

“About two minutes ago.”

 

**********

 

Bram stood in the press room, which was quiet for the first time all night as he relayed the latest facts. “An aftershock in the Utter Pradish state of India at 2:07am eastern, 11:37am local time, caused the Tehri dam to collapse completely. More than two hundred miles to the south of the dam is expected to be completely underwater within the next ten hours. Evacuation on the area started seven hours ago, but officials expect there to be anywhere from two to three hundred thousand deaths due to the collapse. Ten of the sixteen orphanages in the path of the dam have been evacuated to Dedra Dun and other areas to the north. Fourteen hospitals, six jails and eleven elderly care facilities have also been evacuated. Officials say they’ll continue the evacuation in southern Utter Pradish until it becomes too dangerous.”

 

*

Josh sat in his darkened office staring almost blindly at the television in the corner, the light from the screen flickering across his face. The coverage of the dam collapse was only on CNN, but would be everywhere within the next few minutes. The television was muted, but he watched as huge amounts of water poured through what was once the Tehri Dam. ‘Tehri Dam Collapses’ scrolled across the bottom of the screen as a reminder of what he was powerless to stop.

 

*

 

“Other deaths from the original earthquake that hit India eight and a half hours ago are estimated at nine thousand, four hundred, but that number is likely to raise to anywhere from twenty-five to thirty-thousand,” Bram said with as much compassion and as little emotion as he could muster. “The United States, the UN, Canada, England, Russia, France, and Germany all have relief supplies enroute to India at this time. The first supplies are scheduled to land in the next hour in Kashmir, Jammu, Lahul and Simla. ”

 

*

 

It was raining. Raining hard, but this was their assignment, and in the military, you didn’t question your assignment. Even if you did, you didn’t question this one. Not something this urgent. You simply stood in the rain and loaded the boxes of food, medical supplies, and clothing onto the airplane as quickly as possible.

 

*


”India’s president, Avul Kalam, issued a statement that India will not re-build the Tehri dam. President Santos stands behind this decision and plans to meet with Indian officials and experts as soon as possible to discuss alternate options.”

 

*

 

Matt walked slowly down a hallway in the residence. He passed Miranda’s room, then went back to it and waited as the secret serviceman opened it for him. He looked sadly at Helen, still wearing her suit from the day, sleeping on top of the covers on Miranda’s bed, holding Miranda from behind. Smiling slightly at the two of them, he watched for a few seconds before walking across the hall to Peter’s room. That guard opened the door for him and he went inside and walked to the bed. He looked at him for a second and leaned down and kissed his forehead, then walked to the other side of the bed, toed off his shoes and lay down.

 

**********

 

Save for a small light on in the corner of the living room, it was dark when Josh walked quietly into his apartment. He dropped his book bag by the door and took off his jacket, tossing it onto the couch as he made his way through the living room and into the bedroom. CNN was on the television, but muted, so Donna must’ve tried waiting up for him. He looked over at the bed; she was lying on her side, facing away from him. He hoped she’d gotten some sleep. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes and socks, then stood up and took off his pants and shirt before crawling into bed in his t-shirt and boxers. He lay on his back for a few seconds, trying to let the day go. It was something he was working on this time around; leaving work at work. He took a few deep breaths, then rolled onto his side and put his arm around her. She made it easier to do.

 

“What time is it?” she whispered in a groggy, soft voice.

 

“3:30,” he said quietly back.

 

“Did you eat?”

 

“Yeah,” he said, leaning down and kissing her shoulder lightly. “How was dinner with Julie?”

 

“Good.”

 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get away.”

 

“You don’t have to apologize for work emergencies.”

 

He smiled slightly at that, thankful that she understood, probably more than anyone, what his work meant to him. “At least I didn’t beg you to stay.”

 

“No,” she said, pausing and taking a deep breath. “You certainly didn’t do that.”

 

“And I only almost called you twice,” he said through a yawn.

 

She turned her head and looked at him, confused. “You did?”

 

“Liz is good,” he said with a small smile. “But she’s never going to be you.”

 

She turned back around, smiling at the wall where he couldn’t see her. “I spoke with Mrs. Santos earlier. She wants to look at the treatment of children in foreign orphanages.”

 

He nodded slightly, still holding her closely. “They were both upset.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“The Indian ambassador said… he kind of implied…” he trailed off. He’d been thinking about it since the man had left his office. ‘The president has a family. Of course he’s concerned.’ As if Josh wasn’t concerned, couldn’t possibly be, because he didn’t have a family. As if he couldn’t imagine his own children trapped there.

 

“What?”

 

He paused. “Nothing."

 

Donna sighed and snuggled deeper into Josh’s arms, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. She was almost asleep when he spoke again.

 

“Do you want children?”

 

She stiffened and her eyes popped open. The room was deafly quiet and she lay still for a long moment before rolling onto her back and looking at him with questioning eyes.

 

“You know,” he said, with the hint of a shrug. “Some day.”

 

She could feel her heart pounding. “Do you?”

 

He looked at her for several seconds before barely whispering, “Yes.”

 

She kept watching him, looking for something in his eyes; not knowing what it was. “I do too.”

 

“Mine?” he asked timidly.

 

She smiled softly and shook her head no. “Ours.”

 

His eyes widened a little bit and he just watched her. This amazing woman who was going to be the mother of his children. After a few seconds, he nodded slightly and leaned down, kissing her slowly.

 

 

 

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