By the time her breathing had returned to normal, he was gone.
I do not own Jim or Pam nor any other being inhabiting the Dunder-Mifflin universe...damn! No infringements or impingements of any kind are either inferred or implied.
Can incessant calls from their insensitive colleagues back home or a mysteriously cancelled credit card ruin what should be some of the happiest times of Jim and Pam’s new married life? What might our newlyweds do to get the honeymoon back on track on this island paradise? Will they find something to get the “sexy” going again in the stars, or maybe...in the waters of BioBay? Adult language and situations and mild spoilers for Mafia.
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An AU look at what might have happened, had Pam really thought about Jim's decision to go to Australia.Pam and Jim give baby-making a try.
The last two parts posted 10/22.
A few light bits and pieces I'd accumulated (have written enough angst lately, thanks.) Since they were just languishing, I figured I'd resurrect Vignettes and send them out into the world. Each is a stand-alone, NOT a chapter in a work-in-progress, so feel free to jump in and out. (I'm thinking there will be 3-5 pieces, but will have to see how the mood strikes me.)
If I owned these characters, would I be writing this stuff? Seriously. No copyright infringement is intended.
Per nomadshan's planting the irresistible notion in my head of writing an Out of Control Jim story (along with encouragement from other posters at TWoP - you know who you are).... This is an exploration of what could happen if (when?) Jim and Pam were pushed to the point of losing all control.
He knows it’s clichéd, but he swears he can still feel the remnants of her touch from earlier, when she’d grabbed his arm playfully, giggling about wedding bands and making him forget the fact that he was leaving and she wasn’t his.
Takes place on Casino Night.
Jim and Pam. Tropical elopement. You do the math. Post Return. 'Like time machines are real and he just went back a year and things are okay.' The rain outside is drumming on the roof of her car and she loves it, hates it, doesn’t understand what’s happening but god, it feels good to do something unexpected.Written in response to the Evening Coming (aka the Scarf) challenge. Not usually one for prompts, but this one got me thinking.
A proposal. Pure fluff. I've always loved the secret connection between Phyllis and Jim...she always knows what's going on...