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[personal profile] whiterabbit1613   Nov. 6th, 2008 03:07 pm

Title: Four Kisses

Author: whiterabbit1613

Series: AC360, CwKO, TDS, TCR, TRMS and a host of supporting characters

Rating: PG-13 for language

Summary: Some events just inspire (in)appropriate touching. (Jon/Stephen, Keith/Rachel, John King/everybody, Anderson/Keith; humor/fluff; 1400 words)

Disclaimer: All television shows and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual. Anderson Cooper 360, Countdown with Keith Olbermann, The Rachel Maddow Show, any CNN/MSNBC shows, The Daily Show and The Colbert Report are the creative property of their respective producers. The author of this work of fiction claims no ownership of any of these shows.

Notes: I’ve been on a celebratory creative streak for the last two days, and I was hoping to post this yesterday, but since I pulled an all-nighter to watch the elections, I pretty much passed out after I got home last night. I have no idea what it was actually like in NYC on Tuesday night, so I apologize if there were not, in fact, billions of people in the streets at three AM, but for the sake of artsy-ness, I’d appreciate if you would pretend! J Also, I didn’t get to see much MSNBC coverage, so if Rachel wasn’t actually on air, I would appreciate if you would overlook that. And I still feel like November 4th should have been named ‘Barack Obama Day’ so I could wish you a ‘Happy Barack Obama Day’ or something.  Lastly, this is full of large quantities of cheese. Please don't hurt me as a result. Hope you enjoy!

 

 

     Jon turned to his friend with a grin, one hand gripping lightly at Stephen’s bicep. “You see,” he said, licking his lips, “I promised a group of my viewers that if Obama won, I would kiss Stephen. And I feel pretty confident here, that he has in fact won. So…”

     “McCain still has a chance!” Stephen protested loudly, though his cheeks were red and a glimmer was in his eyes. He seemed to be on the verge of smiling.

     Jon transferred his gentle grip to the knot of Stephen’s tie. He pulled his friend closer, to the wild cheering of the studio audience. “Babe, give it up.”

     Stephen hesitated, then rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Okay, fine then!” With that, he closed the remaining distance between them.

     The audience got quite the show, until Jon and Stephen’s enthusiasm resulted in them falling off of their chairs and onto the floor behind the desk.

     Stephen reappeared a moment later with a smile on his face, his glasses crooked. Jon’s tie had been handily disposed of, and his hair was standing on end. “Thanks, guys,” he said breathlessly. “Thanks for not fucking this one up!”

     “And on that note, good night!” Stephen added, before hauling his friend back down to the floor.

 

     Keith and Rachel were both far too professional to ever cheer or gloat openly on screen, but by the time they were allowed to scamper off the soundstage, they were both absolutely bursting with it. Keith moved towards the dressing room, scrubbing pancake off his face with a hanky as he went.

     Suddenly, someone assaulted him bodily, charging him headfirst and, with a flying leap, wrapping its long legs around him. “We won, we won!” Rachel was shouting in his face, and Keith finally let his booming laugh off the leash.

     “You’re so right! Oh god, we did it!”

     They spent a minute hugging fiercely and jumping around like fools, until Rachel placed a huge, smacking kiss right on Keith’s lips. This halted the leaping around for a moment, while Keith processed. Rachel glanced at him, surprisingly shy. Keith clapped her on the back.

     “I just kissed Dan, too,” Rachel muttered.

     Keith laughed. “It’s fine. So did I.”

 

     There were a few moments during McCain’s speech where CNN’s soundstage went bonkers. Sure, the entire election crew prided themselves on their neutrality and professionalism, but they were only human. There were, of course, the obvious parties shaking their heads and looking an odd combination of stunned and not at all surprised. Wolf seemed completely normal, except for a tiny smile hovering near his lips. Anderson was sure he looked a bit shocked, though inside, his heart was racing and he was jumping up and down. He couldn’t believe this was real. It just… didn’t seem possible. He wished Erica was around to take him by the shoulders and shake him.

     Immediately after they called it and headed over to McCain’s speech, there was a moment of silence. And then John King, having ascertained that his mic was completely off, let out a whoop of joy, grabbed the nearest person, who happened to be Campbell Brown, and planted a big, wet kiss on her cheek.

     “Ew!” she yelled, “John, I’m married!” But she was laughing, and John was already onto his next victim. Wolf successfully fended him off, though it was a near thing; a peck might, in fact, have landed somewhere in his beard. He turned his eyes to Anderson, who knew that if he didn’t run, he would likely get kissed on the lips or something equally embarrassing. So these two, generally mature 40-somethings spent five minutes chasing each other around the set, until John cornered Andy near the Giant Touch Screen and managed to slobber all over him.

     There was no craziness during Obama’s speech, though; they were all too busy fighting back tears.

 

     When Keith’s broadcast was finished, Jon and Stephen said ‘good night’ to their lovely wives and set out for the MSNBC building, passing groups of cheering people, with the occasional morose individual mixed in. They picked up Keith, Rachel and Dan in front of the building, the latter carrying a half-empty bottle of champagne. They left their shelter from the insanity and started shoving their way towards CNN, taking turns swigging directly from the bottle as they went. People who’d been watching in Times Square kept stopping them to cheer or hug, so by the time they actually made it to their destination, Anderson was just getting off the air.

     “What good timing!” Jon said with a laugh, slinging an arm around Stephen’s shoulder. And a moment later, Anderson came running out of the building, making the comment even truer.

     “Yes we can! Yes we can!” he was yelling as he launched himself at his friends. Hugs were given all around, even to Dan, who barely knew Anderson. But he saved the best for last, wrapping his arms tightly around Keith’s neck and using this grip to haul himself onto his tip-toes.

     John, Campbell and Wolf emerged just in time to see Keith’s and Anderson’s lips meet. Keith had been laughing, his cheeks rosy and his eyes glittering, but the laughter stopped as he dedicated himself entirely to his new task. His arms curled around Anderson’s torso, his hands pulling his friend closer as he deepened the kiss. Anderson’s fingers seemed to be carding through Keith’s hair of their own accord.

     “Proposition 8 passed,” he said breathlessly, breaking the kiss for a brief moment.

     “Yeah, well,” Keith replied, a little growl in his voice, “Fuck California. There’s always Massachusetts.”

     Campbell laughed. “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” But it was apparently what Anderson needed to hear, because he was not only kissing Keith in public, but was now grinding against him with a degree of fervor that he usually reserved for the bedroom. Stephen looked at Jon, who shrugged, and then they started making out too, just for the hell of it. Dan shot Rachel a hopeful glance; she rolled her eyes and punched him in the arm. John, Campbell and Wolf just seemed to be staring at their co-worker in disbelief.

     “I had no idea he was gay,” Wolf said weakly.

     Campbell turned her head sharply. “Seriously?! Wolf, do you live under a rock?”

     “I had no idea Keith Olbermann was gay,” John King tried, which earned him Keith’s middle finger.

     They finally broke the kiss. Anderson turned to tap Jon and Stephen on the shoulder, while Keith focused his attention on John King. “I’m not gay,” he said with a smug smile, “Andy’s just fun to fuck.”

     “You’re such a jackass,” Anderson hissed, his face turning bright red. But he was smiling, and one of his hands reached out to hold one of Keith’s.

     “Come on guys, let’s go party!” Jon said. “I’m buying!” He linked arms with Stephen and Anderson, who was still linked to Keith. They paused to give each other significant looks. They came from different backgrounds, they had different life experiences, different jobs, and they met during a strange period in their American lives. But they owed this period at least one thank you, since it had given them friends with whom they could drink, friends with whom they could bitch about politics, friends with whom they could frolic at four in the morning.

     “Shall we go?” Anderson asked with quiet amusement.

     And together they galloped off into the bright new world.

 

THE (ever so cheesy) END.

 

 

A/N: I was going to end this story with Bill O’Reilly kissing a photo of President Bush or something, but I couldn’t get it to work, so I scrapped it. Thank you for reading!

 

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