Sometime in the distant future, the UN intercepts a message from a planet sixteen lightyears away. You, Dr. Jim Halpert, are one of the world’s leading anthropologists, specializing in interspecies communication. You have been chosen to make the journey to the source of the message, the third planet from the star Altair. Along with you are captain and veteran astronaut Michael Scott, engineer and astronaut Dwight Schrute, and cosmologist Dr. Pam Beesly. With ten possible endings, choose your own story as you travel through the galaxy, and maybe find love along the way. Inspired by a Choose Your Own Adventure™ children’s book of the same name by Edward Packard.

It’s 1964, and Jim Halpert honestly believes his only calling in life is to inherit his family’s appliance store, with a passion for jazz music and drumming on the side. Opportunity knocks in the form of a drumming gig for a band performing at a local college talent show, bringing the group recognition for the song they play. But, with the four of them and the lead singer’s adorable, redheaded girlfriend leading the charts by storm, what will come of their newfound fame?

Pregnant and newly single, Pam Beesly finds herself relying on her best friend Jim more than ever. Will love blossom along with new life? Or will things stay the same way they always were.

A season two AU in which Pam finds herself pregnant with Roy’s baby and leans on Jim for support.

"He doesn’t want to be presumptuous but all he’s been thinking about for the past twelve minutes as the car sped away from the restaurant is how much he wants to kiss her again; how much he wants to keep on kissing her until he either dies from happiness or wakes up."

My (canon-compliant) take on Pam and Jim's romantic journey, beginning with their first date. Includes flashbacks. 

There’s something unnerving about the sun still being out, something that makes it all seem a little more serious. Something about seeing the dust in the corner, the sources of shadows, the scuffs on the floor all illumined by the warm light streaming through the windows.

It’s less like magic.

It’s more like real life.