1. Aftermath by Creedaholic
2. Best Friends by Creedaholic
3. Meeting by Creedaholic
Jim and Pam trying to work back their friendship; post Cocktails. I am going to experiment with writing styles and POV’s every chapter, so bear with me until I figure out where I’m comfortable. I also don’t want it to be all Jim/Pam so I’ll try and add other stories in to mix things up.
Note: Italics represents a talking head. And yes, I will do everything in my power to do a little character assassination to Karen; She deserves it, that hussy /Angela.
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Michael Scott sits at his desk, clutching his "Worlds Best Boss" mug and looking out his window, back turned to the camera.
"Sometimes, in a family,, there can be problems between members. Let me give you a hypotheticality here; if my son, let’s call him Tim, falls in love with my daughter, um…Pam…ith, yeah, Pamith, but she is engaged to my brother Troy then, well there can be problems. You know, there is always the chance that this could be worked out smoothly, but if Troy is a crazy, dunk….physcopath, well, then I don’t think things are going to end well. But, you see, it is my job to be the responsible parent and mediate the conflict, you know, be there for my kin."Michael turns around and smiles. He has a black eye and a thick bandage on his cheek.
"I never liked my brother anyway."
"Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam." Her voice is shaky. "Oh, he’s not in today, can I take a message?" As she writes down the message, Pam’s eyes catch Karen staring from across the room, cold and full of anger. She stiffens a bit, then turns back to her computer, trying to appear calm. Pam lowers her head and hangs up the phone.
"Yeah, I told Roy about casino night. Um, he didn’t take it very well. You know, there I was, thinking we both had grown up, and I realized exactly why I had called off my wedding. I’m glad I told him."
Pam shifts uncomfortably in her seat, crossing her arms as she quickly glances back to the main office.
"Roy ended up coming into the office that next Monday. He beat up Jim pretty badly. Michael tried to help, but Roy punched him into the copier. It was actually some of the warehouse guys who stopped him." She closes her eyes as she finishes. "Dwight ended up taking Jim and Michael to the hospital. I was going to go, but Karen said she would handle it, so, yeah." She tenses up even more. "That was last week and Jim hasn’t been back yet. Karen won’t tell me how he’s doing." She opens her eyes and gives the camera a questioning look.
"Why haven’t I told Pam about how Jim is feeling? Well…" She tenses up and fights the urge to say something. "It’s none of her business."
Kevin sits in the break room with Oscar, both eating their lunches. Angela walks in to take something from the refrigerator as Dwight enters through the other side. They both stop short as they take each other in, then quickly avert their eyes as Dwight jolts past her back into the main office.
Kevin slowly grins and looks up at Angela.
"What’d you do…or not do, for him?" He asks.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you not that fond of his…beats?" He snickers as Oscar holds a closed fist to his mouth, trying not to laugh.
"I honestly do not know what you are talking about." She crosses her arms and glares at him. Kevin stops giggling.
"Just tell me." He smiles again, "Did your pussycat scratch him?" Angela storms off too Toby’s desk while Kevin falls out of his chair laughing.
Oscar gives him a look and chuckles. "Niiiiice."
"Yes, Dwight and I have taken our relationship public. We both believe that we are responsible and mature enough to not let our feelings affect our job performance." Angela’s smile disappears as she folds her arms. "Obviously, some people just aren’t mature enough to handle these kinds of things."
Pam nearly jumps out of her seat when the office door opens. She looks in anticipation but falls back to her seat as Jan walks in. Jan smiles sympathetically at her and asks for Michael.
"In his office." Pam answers.
"Ah, my beautiful, talented Jan Levinson Scott, in front of me as though it were a dream!" Michael runs from his door and places his hands on her shoulders, attempting to kiss her. Jan leans back and rolls her eyes.
"Michael, we are not married. I don’t have your last name."
"Yet." Michael smiles and quickly gives the cameras a glance.
"Michael." She snaps, " Enough." She steps back and tries to gather herself. "I need to talk to you, Jim and Pam in your office immediately." Pam gasps while Karen’s eyes move quickly from Jan to Pam. "Where is Jim?"
"Um," Karen rises from her chair quickly, "Jim is at home- at my place-" she quickly glances at Pam with a cold smile, "He’s not coming in today." Pam lowers her eyes and tries to distract herself.
"Okay, well call him and tell him to get here immediately." Jan looks at Karen with a bit of shock. "Wait a minute, you are Jim’s girlfriend?" Karen raises her chin proudly and nods. Jan looks confused. "Interesting, I always thought he would end up with Pam. Oh well. Just call him." She looks at Michael, who is staring at her intensely. "Let’s go into your office."
As they leave, Pam slowly looks over to Karen, still shocked. When she looks up, however, Karen is standing directly in front of her, eyes glaring. She gives a sarcastic smile.
"You know, just because you can’t make a relationship work doesn’t mean you can try and break up someone else’s happy relationship."
Pam looks shocked, but quickly pulls herself together.
"I’m not trying to break anybody up. I was trying to make things right in my life; I just forgot how much of an idiot Roy is."
"Well, then you’ll be happy to know that I have taken great care of Jim this past week." She winks as her eyes narrow in anger. "You should see how happy I make him."
Pam’s face twitches as she tries to hold back her anger. But, feeling a little more cocky, she stares into Karen’s eyes with passion.
"You have no idea what it’s like to make him happy. I should know."
Karen is taken aback.
"What’s that suppose to mean?
Pam smiles.
"Why don’t you call him and find out?"
Getting there. I will warn you, I want to make this story real long. I don't really like the qucikly resolved ones, so I want to drag this story out for a long time. But I promise, Karen will be gone soon. But I want Jam to happen the way it should. Remember, friends come first, then the love happens. Hope you all are enjoying this!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Don't sue me!!!!
Jim was laying on the couch watching Sportscenter when she called. He glanced at the clock and shook his head. Third time in the last hour. The previous two calls hadn’t gone real well.
"Hey." It was all he could muscle out. The bruise under his lip stung.
"Do I make you happy?" Her voice was conflicted, hurt.
"Karen, what are you talking about? I-"
"Answer the question!" Her voice raised as she cut him off.
He could tell already that the conversation was going in the same direction as the last two. Actually, it was like all of their conversations since the fight. Roy had screamed about how Jim ruined the wedding; how he had stolen Pam away from him. He had hit him four times before being restrained, but the damage had been done. Jim had a black eye, bruises under his lips and swelling in his right cheek. But that hadn’t stopped Karen from interrogating him all week, prodding him for the truth of what had happened with Pam. He had told her that he confessed his feelings weeks before her wedding, how he had moved to Stamford because she rejected him. But he wouldn’t go deeper, wouldn’t tell her it was love.
So all this week, she had called him every time Pam so much had looked at her, telling him wild stories of Pam’s horrible treatment to her. He was tired.
"What did she do this time?" He asked sarcastically. She had caught his tone.
"Why are you getting mad at me? She’s the one practically taunting your girlfriend here, Halpert!" He cringed at the word girlfriend. He never liked the term.
"I’m not mad. It’s just, you keep yelling at me like this is my fault. Why don’t you just ask her what the problem is?" He felt like he’d explode.
"Stop sticking up for her! Tell me I make you happy!"
"Why?"
"Because she said I had no idea what it was like to make you happy." Her voice fell like she would cry. Jim barley noticed, just sat still, stunned. What was Pam trying to do?
"Karen, I need to get some sleep." He lied.
"Jan is here. She needs you to come here right now." She sounded defeated.
"Why?"
"She wants to meet with you and Michael and-"She paused, "Pam."
He sighed when he heard her name.
"I’ll be there in a sec."
Angela is stood in front of Ryan’s desk, holding a stack of folders in her crossed arms. Ryan turned and smiled.
"Angela and I never really talk. I know she’s kind of a…hard ass…but I guess I should make some kind of an effort to at least get to know her a bit." Ryan smiled.
"What’s up Angela?" Ryan asked.
"I need the number for the Finnerman account from last month. Kevin messed up some of the numbers so we’re trying to correct it." Ryan caught her eyes quickly move to Dwight, who was sitting back in his chair trying to hide a smile while looking at her waist. She shook her head.
"Yeah…um, sure. Give me a minute."
"I try not to think about it, but when I find myself doing it, I’m always happy that Dwight and Angela are together. They seem…content.."
Ryan moved up to his computer and opened up some documents, searching for the account number. Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but notice Dwight’s foot softly tapping Angela’s leg, slowly rubbing against her skin. Angela looked at him and shook her head once more.
"Ryan," Dwight kept his eyes on Angela’s leg, "Question: When Kelly gets mad at you for…being rough…how do you quell her cold attitude towards your…advances." He licked his lips and smiled mischievously.
Angela answered: "I don’t think Kelly has to worry about Ryan being…rough to her. He doesn’t seem like one who would…hurt her."
"On second thought, I’d prefer it if the two of them just pretended that I don’t exist, like Creed."
"Um, Angela, the number is Q914." Ryan said dryly.
"Thank you Ryan." She quickly turned to Dwight, folder in hand, and lifted her chin while taking him in. "Ryan isn’t rough, Dwight. He’s quick and too the point."
Dwight raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"And I’m hard and worth the wait, so why are you complaining?"
Ryan jumped out of his chair and quickly scampered to the break room, trying hard not to look at Dwight.
"Too bad for Kelly; I’m sure she’d appreciate some…rough justice." Dwight tried to remain calm, but couldn’t fight back his laughter as he looked up to Angela proud of himself. "Get it…rough justice…like the Rolling Sto-" He was cut off by Angela smacking him across the face. She quickly rushed off as Dwight’s eyes slowly followed her, his hand touching his cheek. Phyllis looked at him with bewilderment.
"Are you okay, Dwight?"
Dwight smiled slowly.
"Yeah."
"The Schrute men have a tradition of basking in the delight of punishment. My great-great grandfather Kemp actually made his wife wake him up ever day with a hot coal being pressed to his shoulder. He told her it relieved he tension he felt from her being a slacker in the bedroom." Dwight chuckled, "You see, we Schrute’s have this amazing gift. We have the ability to outlast any woman in bed. There is no woman who can stand up too our longevity." He slowly glances back at reception. "Hmm, but I wonder. I’ll have to ask Jim about it." He quickly shrugs his head towards Pam’s desk. "I am incredibly perceptive. One time, I overheard Jim and Pam talking about how they did "it" on her reception desk. Needless to say, I am not going to be hanging around that desk ever again." He nods his head in reflection.
Toby walked over to Creed’s holding a single file. He was about to say something but he noticed Creed was wearing headphones and probably wouldn’t hear him.
"Creed" He said as he tapped him on the shoulder. Creed didn’t respond, so he tapped him again, a bit harder. "Creed, I need to talk to you about something."
Creed looked up and quickly smiled, then said, "I can’t hear you Rauri." Before turning back to his computer. Toby slowly looked at the camera, made a short move one way, then quickly turned back towards his desk.
"If I’ve learned one thing from working here all these years," Creed was still wearing the headphones. He smiled, then frowned, looked away and then back at the camera. His eyes widened in surprise. "Why am I being filmed? Where’s Deborah?"
The front doors opened and Pam nearly jumped out of her seat. Standing there, his face bruised and bandaged, was Jim. Her heart fell as she looked at his face, but not because of the damage. She immediately noticed him staring at her, sadness and…guilt in his eyes. He quickly replaced it with a small smile and walked over to the coat rack, taking his off and placing it on the rack. When he slowly passed her desk on the way to his, he turned to her and smiled again.
"Hey."
"Hi…Jim. How…how are you feeling?" She didn’t like her question.
"I’m fine. Just a little sore. What about you. How are you holding up after…well, what happened." He didn’t feel like talking but when he looked at her face, he decided to bear it.
"Oh, well…what happened, it, opened my eyes, again. I was an idiot for getting back with him. I’m sorry."
‘For what?" He leaned in.
"Oh." She blushed, "I mean, for what he did. But, I mean, I thought you would be ready for him that day."
"Why?" He looked confused.
"Well, when I called to warn you, Karen told me it was fine, and that she’d tell you. I figured you’d be ready for it." She quickly looked to Karen in confusion, only to see her staring right back at her.
"Oh….yeah, no, I mean. Wow." He quickly looked at Karen in surprise, then slowly back at her, fire in his eyes. "Pam. I…I’m sorry. I was only thinking of myself. I should have realized what I was doing to you."
"Jim…" Her mouth dropped open in shock, her body felt numb. "No, you-"
"Jimbo-rimbo! My son has returned to me!" Michael came running up to them and quickly wrapped his arms around him in an embrace. Jim made a face towards Pam that made him wince. She chuckled softly.
"Man, I thought to myself, I have to save him. I mean, I know I’d be mad too if I found out that my wedding was ruined by my fiancées best friend, but that doesn’t even matter! I wasn’t going to let you died before you gave the old P situation one more run. How you feeling?" Michael slowly stepped away and winked at Pam. She blushed and looked at her computer.
Jim had seen it, and smiled at to no one in particular. He turned towards Michael.
"It was brave of you Michael. I’m glad we’re friends." Michael looked like he would cry.
"Best friends."
"Oh, well. How bout second best friends." He glanced towards Pam. "You know how it is."
Michael laughed. "Of course. Actually, my best friend is in my office. We certainly should remember our priorities. Hoes before bros, as the saying goes." He had confused himself, but recovered quickly. "Oh, yeah, so um let’s go talk to her." He glanced at Pam. "Mrs. Halpert, are you ready?" Pam gasped and Jim’s eyes widened. He grabbed the back of his neck and forced a smile.
"Um, Michael, Pam and I aren’t married. Hell, we’re not even dating." He looked at Karen who seemed to be fuming. "We’re just, I don’t know, best friends." He looked back at Pam and their eyes met. He smiled. "We’re figuring things out." They both blushed; Karen stood.
"Beautiful, just amazing." Michael smiled at the cameras quickly then slowly turned Jim towards his office. Pam followed. Karen was left gawking at Pam as she stepped up to Michael’s door, stopped and turned towards her. She smiled for a second, then stuck her tongue out and slipped inside, slowly closing the door behind her.
Working towards the "talk" here. Had to put an Airplane reference in somehwere. Has to be a top five movie of Michael. I don't know elvish, so don't kill me LOTR faithful. Creed=my hero.
Thanks for all the positive feedback!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing...except my own fantasies...
As Michael took his seat behind his desk, Pam slowly closed the door and moved towards the empty chair next to Jim. Jan sat to Jim and Pam’s left in the row of chairs alongside the window facing the front doors. She hesitantly took out a small notebook and pen then looked from Michael to Jim and Pam, who’s shoulders scraped against each other. She took in the couple, Jim in his light blue shit with tie; Pam in a tan blouse with her hair in curls draped around her shoulders. She couldn’t help but notice the two of them stealing glances at each other, worry in their eyes. She caught their fingers slightly brushing in between their hips and she smiled at the sight.
That’s nice, she thought.
She turned to Michael, as if expecting to see something to give her promise. She had to turn away quickly as she threw up a little in her mouth at the sight of him trying to pick a piece of food from the back of his mouth with his hand. His head was turned at an angle and his shoulders were tense. When she looked back she sighed, and began.
"So, I figure it’s obvious why we’re here right now." She looked to Jim. "How are you feeling Jim?"
He tried to smile but winced a little at the pain. "Well, I’m not gonna lie; I’ve been better." He turned to Pam and saw the guilt in her eyes. He took hold of her hand and softly squeezed it. "But I think things are going to be just fine."
"Well, I’m glad." She smiled at Pam. "And you, how are you holding up?"
Pam blushed a little as Jim’s hand grazed her hip. "I’m just fine, now. For awhile there, I wasn’t sure. I mean, Jim didn’t show up for a week, so I feared the worst. But I’m fine now."
"Good. That’s good to hear." Jan turned to Michael. His hand was out of his mouth now but his cheek kept moving and she could tell he was fidgeting under his mouth. "Michael has been explaining what happened when Mr. Anderson-"
"Mister Anderson." Michael drew out the mister. He chuckled and looked at Jim. "Haha, you know, the Matrix!"
"Michael!" Jan snapped.
"Sorry." He lowered his head a bit.
"Ah, where was I, oh, yes." She crossed her legs and shifted her weight towards Jim and Pam. "Michael told me about how you were engaged to Mr. Ander-" She looked at Michael quickly. "Roy. Um, I know you broke off the wedding a few weeks before it was scheduled. I also know, from personal observations," She looked at their hands, "That you two are good friends. Jim, Michael has told me that you had feelings for Pam and that you transferred because you told her, and she rejected you." She looked back to their faces and smiled. "Somehow I get the feeling that this whole thing has to do with this little relationship of yours." They blushed as she chuckled. "So, since I am responsible for explaining this mess to corporate, I need you two to be honest with me. I need to know why Roy did what he did." She paused. "And I need to know what your relationship is. Jim, I know Karen is your girlfriend, but something tells me there is more to this. So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to know what is going on." She took a deep breath and smiled.
"Honey," Michael raised his hand and smiled at Jan. "As Jim’s best friend, I think I can tell you what is going on."
"Michael, you already told me what you know. Now they’re going to fill me in on everything I don’t know." She closed her eyes and sighed. "And, no "honey" at work, okay?"
He looked shocked.
"Surely you can’t be serious?"
"I am." She paused and stared at him. "And don’t call me Shirley." Her eyes opened wide and she shook her head in anger at herself. Jim and Pam tried not to laugh. Michael’s mouth opened in shock. He smiled slowly.
"I love you Leslie Nielson."
Karen sat at her desk, unable to concentrate on her work. Her body was half turned to Michael’s office as she tried not to stare at the shut blinds. Phyllis noticed her nervousness and couldn’t help but feel a bit of the same.
"Don’t worry, honey." She smiled as Karen turned towards her. "Jim’s a good guy. I don’t think it’ll be too hard for you."
Karen looked shocked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well," She shifted uncomfortably. "I mean, Jim and Pam, they’re special. They have a bond. And I know they’ve been through a lot, this whole thing included, but there are just some bonds that you can not break." She looked at Karen sadly. "No matter how hard you try."
"Oh." Was all she could muster.
"I’m sorry Karen. I know Jim likes you, but, well, unless you feel a bond like they have, I guess it’s hard to understand. Just, whatever happens, try not to be too mad at Jim. He is a really good guy."
She smiled at the thought of Jim dancing with her at her wedding. He had told her how happy he was for her and Bob and she had told him how one day, it’d be his wedding, with that special someone by his side. He told her he had pretty much given up on that person, but she had told him it was never too late. He had thanked her and hugged her, saying Vance Refrigeration better watch out because he was about to steal the bride.
Karen could only shake her head in defeat.
"I know." She turned back to her desk. "I always knew."
Dwight sat at his desk with his phone to his ear. He was staring at his computer with a sly grin. Angela’s phone began to ring. She picked it up and answered with annoyance.
"Angela Martin."
"Vestufal imalfadi." She turned to Dwight and cocked her eyebrows. He continued.
"Imori agatodi." Her frown slowly disappeared and she smiled shyly at him before hanging up the phone and turning back to her computer. Dwight leaned back in his chair and casually threw his tie behind his back, tongue sticking out in victory. He looked at the camera and nodded his head.
"Yes, I taught muffins some elvish. It was on a Saturday. We had come in for our overtime early so we finished with an hour to spare. I looked into her eyes and said the words that went unspoken between Frodo and Sam, albeit words between friends." He looked almost mortified for a second. "I don’t think hobbits have homosexual impulses."
"Vestufal imalfadi? I’m sorry. Imori agatodi? I love you." Creed leaned towards the camera looking puzzled. "What are you trying to say here, man?
"So let’s get started. I know this might be hard to talk about but I think it’ll be good for both of you. Besides, it’ll be my ass if corporate doesn’t get the whole story, so fess up." Jan tried to smile but her joke was more awkward than anything.
Jim looked at Pam who caught his eyes but quickly looked away. He frowned a bit but had to admit her shyness was quite cute. He looked at Jan.
"I’ll explain what happened."
Pam quickly looked up to him and grabbed his hand tightly. She felt a shiver down her spine.
"No Jim."
He looked at her puzzled. "Why not?"
She closed her eyes and sighed. "It’s my turn to talk. My time to take a chance."
She turned to Jan and began.