1. Crash Landing in the Orifice by PamPamThankyouMam
2. conebone69 by PamPamThankyouMam
3. The Bobble Head Caper by PamPamThankyouMam
“Uh…Hi”
“Gah!” Dwight jumps back in shock, “Damnit, Jim!”
“No,” Jim smiles at the camera man,” I did not have Conan O’Brien fall through the ceiling.”
Conan looks around in desperate confusion, and for a moment his eyes lock with mine and I feel a flutter in my stomach, “Uh, alright. Okay, I just need someone to tell me, how do I get to the Emmy’s?”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Michael appears in his office door and offers some sage advice, “Practice.”
Conan looks at me in befuddlement, and I just roll my eyes and smile, he blushes, and I feel my cheeks grow hot, too. When we finally break eye contact, I feel someone else staring at me. I turn to Jim and he’s looking at me strangely, I smile at him but he doesn’t return it, he just looks away.
“Pam is very attractive. No question. I mean, if I didn’t have an award show to host I can easily see having 2 or 3 seasons of will-they, won’t-they sexual tension that ultimately goes no where.”
“I’m gonna go. I should go but, um, I’m sorry,” he apologizes, heading for the door in a rush.
“Because you can’t get anywhere without practice,” Michael adds, looking at the camera waiting for someone to laugh.
I hear the door close and I panic, and get up quickly and I hurry out the door after him. “Conan!” I call out to him, as I watch him press the elevator button, waiting impatiently to get on. “Conan!” I call again, and this time he looks up and me and smiles.
“Yes, Pam?” he says, his voice hits a sexy low octave and he no longer sounds like a twelve year old boy.
“Don’t leave me,” I cry, hugging him around the middle, he’s tall so my head rests just under his chin, and I feel….home. He has this strange intoxicating smell lingering around him that I just couldn’t put my finger on. And when he reached around me and held me back, I noticed that his thin arms fit around me perfectly.
“I’ll never leave you, Pam, never,” he whispers into my hair. I hear someone cough, and Conan stiffens. Pulling back from him slightly, I see Jim standing there, awkwardly staring at his shoes like a kicked puppy. I immediately disentangle myself from Conan join Jim in his staring.
“I was just making sure you were all right,” Jim says. He still won’t look at me. “You left in such a hurry I thought you might’ve been upset or something.” Finally, he makes eye contact for a brief second and I wish he hadn’t. His eyes are full of hurt and it’s just too much for me to bear. He turns away and walks back into the office.
I wait a few moments and then pulling Conan in tow, head back too the office, too. I tell Michael that Conan is going to work for us now and that he can be my assistant and help with all the secretary work. Michael says that’s fine, and talks to Conan about seeing him in New York one time. Conan is nice enough to pretend to know what he’s talking about, but he later tells me he has no idea what Michael was talking about.
“So, Conan and Pam are really hitting it off. It’s great…”
hey another short one, jim is messing w/ conan, enjoy
Conan needed a desk. So Michael moved Jim back with Kelly.
Conan needed lunch. So Michael sent Jim out to get it for him.
Conan needed help with the computer. So Jim had to run him through it.
Conan needed someone to eat lunch with. So Pam ditched Jim for Conan
Jim was really getting sick of Conan.
Subject: bored
Date: 9/10/06 12:56:17 P.M. Eastern Standard Time
From: pambees@theorifice.net
Hey, I’m bored. Meet me in the supply closet in 5 minutes, you go in first. I gotta a prank idea for Dwight
Pam
Jim sent the email and went into the break room for some coffee waiting for Conan to go into the supply closet. Peeking through the blinds Jim sees Conan smile at Pam, and stand up and go into the supply closet. No sooner the door shut, Jim casually turned the locked on the door and went to talk to Pam. It’d been awhile since he’d actually talked to her.
He was right at her desk when her phone rang. She smiled and said, “Hey, can you hold on just a second?”
“Yeah, sure,” he replied, popping a jelly bean in his mouth, offering up a smile.
“Dunder-Mifflin, this is Pam,” he can’t help but smile at this, she’s so cute when she answers the phone. Then her smile drops, and the whole thing goes to hell.
“What do you mean where am I?” I hear mumbles of a reply from the receiver. “I didn’t send you that email.” Jim realizes he should abort and begins to back away, but Pam suddenly looks up at him with a death glare and he’s paralyzed. “Someone locked you in the supply closet?!” she exclaimed, running from her desk to the supply closet, quickly unlocking it and throwing it open. Conan emerges and she throws her arms around him. That went well. Pam doesn’t talk to him for the rest of the day.
Maybe he should lay off Conan for awhile, and start bugging Dwight again.