Television junkie, world traveler, shoe addict. Obsession, thy name is The Office.
What if Jim never went to Stamford? What if Pam started making life changes a little sooner?
An AU look at season 3.
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More Jim and Pam and their adventures in raising baby Jill!
One part for each season. Pam's p.o.v. Nothing could be more innocent than a freckle, right?The first week is the longest. A visit.
She saw the iPod as she was packing her stuff into boxes. It had been tucked away in a drawer for months. She never listened to it anymore; the memories were too painful.
A collection of loosely-related moments (more like a bunch of one shots than a WIP. So jump in and out as you like.) Unapologetic smuff.Jim and Pam, moments from each month, starting with May 2007. Just sort of filling in some blanks. Some fluff, a little angst here and there. Eventually I'll get through a whole year. Spoilers through "The Job," I guess. Member's Choice - “My father died, so I’ll need a few days.” She explained in an unaffected sounding voice that surprised even herself. The three other parties in the room were stunned into silence. Jim spoke first. “Jesus, Pam…” She stood with her back to him and addressed Michael as if Jim had not made a sound…as if Jim did not exist. It was the only way.
Pam's discovered the world of internet chat rooms. Jim can't resist the chance to be near her in cyberspace. Spoilers up to Cocktails. This is a transcript of The Newlywed Show, taped in December 2009.Summer picnics, maps, rain...things change year to year. (No spoilers.)Before, during, after (peas, waffles.) Post-Cocktails...but no fighting.Just a collection of confections from a parallel universe where all the Herr’s potato chips in Montreal can’t keep Pam and Jim apart. I hope it’s as therapeutic to read, as it was to write. A bit saucy.An Office-based parody of The Princess Bride.Jim and Pam get stuck and get busy.A oneshot, inspired by the photo in Jane magazine (imagining, of course, that it's of Pam, not Jenna F.)Jim and Pam have forgotten how to breathe. 
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