She turns and looks at him, feeling tired, and she knows that something is still broken in her leg, but they can’t go anywhere, so there’s not a damn thing she can do about it.
Former president Josiah Bartlet is fighting with a mostly broken can opener and a can of beans.
This was supposed to be a week-long job. Protect the former president from whatever Luthor had been up to. Make sure he’s safe, debrief, and then head back to Burbank.
One week, and then she was supposed to be back with her husband and their friends and their usual job.
It’s been three.
“What’s your name, Walker?”
She turns to him, frowning. “Sir?”
“It looks like we’re gonna be here a while,” Bartlet says as he pries the can open. “And you know my name is Jed, so you can drop the sir crap. I doubt there’s anybody left who’s gonna tell you to have more respect. So what’s your name?”
She blinks. “Sarah,” she says. “Sarah Walk…” she takes a breath. “Sarah Bartowski.”
He dishes out the beans for them. “Newlywed, huh?”
She doesn’t reply.
“I’m sorry, Sarah,” Jed says quietly. “Was he CIA, too?”
She nods. “He was. He was…he had…” she closes her eyes.
There’s silence then, until the scratching starts.
Her eyes shoot open and she gets to her feet, hobbling as she pulls her gun out. “stay behind me, Sir.”
“It’s Jed,” he corrects, moving to stand behind her.
The door is kicked open then, and she cocks her gun. “Don’t move! CIA!”
“Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa.”
A burly man carrying his own gun stands at the ready at the door. “Special Agent Booth. FBI.”
“Oh, great, no wonder you’re so sloppy,” Sarah snaps.
A woman steps in from behind Booth, tall and beautiful with white hair. “We’re here to take President Bartlet to a secure location,” she says. “Do not be afraid.”
Sarah clenches her jaw. “You’re an X-Man,” she says. “Storm. Right?”
“Yes, that is who I am,” she says. “We are not here to hurt either one of you. We were sent to make sure you are alive, and stay alive. We wish to help you.”
“Both of you,” Booth adds. “Even though you’re a creepy CIA agent.”
“She is not creepy,” Bartlet snaps. “She’s been keeping me sane for the last few weeks. Now put your guns down.”
They lower them, and the mood in the room relaxes somewhat.
“Where are you going to take us?” Bartlet asks.
“Stark Tower, sir,” Booth replies.
“You’re working with Tony,” Bartlet says, and nods. “Yeah, alright. But I call shotgun. And Walker here is gonna need her leg checked out.”
“I’m fine,” Sarah replies automatically.
He snorts, and then starts following Booth and Storm out of the house and through the wreckage.