Post-Merger. A little angsty, a little triangular, but fear not - it doesn't end there. 
10 Sorry this is a couple of years late, but I just wanted to let you know I loved this. You really capture the pain of the S3 situation, and the reasons why they both seem unable to act when there's really nothing (but baggage) in the way.
These are two of my favourite bits:
She sees them leave together, buy each other the bottled water he’s evolved into drinking, exchange a look when Dwight is Dwight or Andy attempts to be Michael. The knife is hot and swift and cuts progressively deeper. She’s not even sure she’s entitled to bleed.
I love 'evolved' - that she takes it personally, and also maybe that's what he meant. And that she's not sure she's entitled to bleed - the terrible self-inflicted wound.
Then, a missed text message. Hung-over, alone, he’d forced himself to let it be. What would he have replied: yuck, yuck that’s so funny, thanks for getting in touch, let’s be best friends?
And this - poor Jim, still angry that she doesn't get why they can't just be friends. And because I've not seen beyound S3 yet (darn UK DVD releases!) I still want to shake Pam and ask her why she just doesn't say something! But I guess it takes her all season to get to that point, which is kind of the point! ;)
Anyway, I'm rambling. I loved this and I see you've written more so I'll go and pillage the archive for stories up to S3!
Author's Response:
What lovely rambling. ;-) Thanks so much, Sal - I loved your first fic, so I'm especially glad you like this one (even though it's old and wildly off-canon, as it turns out.) I'm by far my own worst critic - and usually cringe when someone reads my older stuff - but I still have a soft spot for this one.
If you're truly in pillaging mode, and have a taste for angst, I guess my fics that I think work best (thru S3) are Lost and Found, That Night, Clay Pot and The New Happy...but, more importantly - I really look forward to seeing more from YOU.
Mid-season 3, Michael takes the staff out for some much-needed fresh air.
*sigh* That was a lovely ending, I especially liked this:
"I love you, and I don't want to make things complicated, but I needed to tell you now, so that you know I wasn't just caught up in the moment before. You don't have to say anything."
I think that would be significant for him, given what went before. Beautifully handled. A real treat. :)
Dinner, and what happened later. Post-Season 3.Oh wow, this was lovely! :) Sigh. Very true to how I see things going between them, the perfect mix of humour, angst and sweetness. Yum! :)
10 This is lovely! I've not seen beyond S3 yet, so can't read on. But these first two chapters are beautiful. :)
Author's Response: Sal, thank you for the kind words. Glad you enjoyed it! And you haven't seen beyond S3?!? Get to it, woman! ;o)
Snow, wine, Bolsheviks, but no marshmallows. A cold night in Scranton. Set sometime during the winter of S2Oh this is a lovely tease!
I love this:
He usually resists, but sometimes the effort required to not simply pick up the phone (as if there’s anything simple about it) only intensifies the focus. It’s like holding his breath; all he can think about is drawing air.
Because that's it exactly, I can totally see him spending all his time trying not to think about her. You capture him perfectly.
And now I can't wait for part two (which I'm kind of hoping might drift somewhat off-canon!)
Author's Response: Glad to know you thought this captured Jim...I always thought he must have been exhausted, back in the day, from the monumental effort it took not to think about her 24/7. Thanks so much, SalR323 - so pleased you're enjoying this!
Beautiful! Oh Jim. It will be as if it never happened. Perfect last line. Wonderful angst!
Author's Response: Thanks, SalR323 - appreciate the kind review!