A visit from Sasha, a secret code, and some tummyweather. Slightly angsty, but ends with the promise of fluff. Some spoilers for "Business School".

Pam comes clean at the Laudromat, which in case you didn't know is quite the hotbed of romance.  :)  Post-Cocktails fic. 

This is a collection of standalone short pieces linked only by the use of a color. The acronym ROYGBIV, in case anyone has forgotten high school optics, stands for Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet and describes the colors of a rainbow. None of these pieces is linked to another; they are not chapters in a story. I'm working on some character development/backstory ideas and thought they'd be fun to play with here.

Story formerly known as Spring Cleaning.  When he realizes she's asking him a serious question there is not even a moment’s hesitation before he answers.  “Sure.  What do you need?”  Future fluff.  Spoiler free, non-fat, as light as airy spun sugar. ;)

 Michael’s leaning forward on his elbows, staring at her across his desk.  “That was definitely heroic and, if I may say so, romantical of you.  Well done.” While he shoots her what is meant to be a congratulatory grin, Pam stares down at the teal glass shards in her laps, still clutching the ice pack, trying desperately to pretend that the tears have stopped.

Post-Cocktails.

"It seems odd, in the ironic, slap-in-the-face kind of way that since her incident, it’s been easier to let him go."

Something bad happens to Pam. Very Dark.