100-word Angel / West Wing Drabble, no real spoilers. All characters belong to their respective creators and there is no intention to infringe their copyright. This story may not be distributed on a profit-making basis.
By Marcus L. Rowland
"I will rule, and those I rule will prosper," said Illyria.
"And if you aren't nominated?" asked the reporter.
"Then it will be necessary to start the nomination process again."
"I don't understand."
"There will be no other candidates."
"But..." Illyria walked away, ignoring the crowds. Most got out of the way in time.
Sam switched the TV off. "You've got to admit she's got one hell of a media presence."
"She plans to kill me if she isn't our candidate," said President Santos.
"A little extreme," said Sam. "But maybe we can negotiate. Think she'd consider the VP slot?"
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