Pure unadulterated semi-smutty Supply Closet Fic. It really serves no other purpose.
Jim and Pam get stuck and get busy.Pam's been faking it. Roy asks Jim how to fix it.
Jim and Pam are a couple. He asks a question. She contemplates.A hot night and a moonlit lake. That should do it. Oh, and a prank on Dwight.
I have decided to expand on the idea of Codename: Chicken Plate. This will be my take on the emails, phone calls and conversations we missed over the summer and for the first part of Season 3 (until Pam and Jim actually communicate themselves) My idea is that Jim knows exactly what happened between Pam and Roy and knows exactly what is going on in Pam's life right now even if WE don't see it.
A bridge between Casino Night and GWH, with some projection beyond. :) Author does not read spoilers or watch previews. Chapter 1 "M" for language; chapter 2 "MA". An Office-based parody of The Princess Bride.Inspired by the premiere’s melancholy whiff o’Jam. Except with a happy ending, because…I felt like it. Contains a possible SPOILER – nothing you wouldn’t know unless you’ve avoided even those tiny tidbits in the mass media. Just saying, to be fair.At first she's all wrong, but in the end maybe she's a better fit.Just a collection of confections from a parallel universe where all the Herr’s potato chips in Montreal can’t keep Pam and Jim apart. I hope it’s as therapeutic to read, as it was to write. A bit saucy.Drabble. Jim learns something new.
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