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“Around Here No More” by loveleee (T)
Fandom: THE OFFICE
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1359 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: A tweak on the events of "Casino Night" that is every bit as painful and believable as canon would have it, which might hurt even worse. And yet, so good.
"There's this opening in the Stamford branch for sales manager or something." He pauses, knowing he should go on, but he wants her to figure it out herself. He wants her to figure something out by herself, for once.
Pam's stopped playfully rocking back and forth on her heels. She's frowning. For a split second he hates himself - but then he remembers, this is my life. "So...what, you're going to Stamford?"
Jim nods, stares at her. She's the first to break eye contact.
"Oh." Pam looks over to her left, to the building, and he follows her gaze but there's nothing there. It's hard to see in the dark but he's almost positive there's something trembling in her face - her lip, her chin.
"I just thought you should know," he says lamely, looking at the ground.
Pam swallows and a little noise escapes her throat, so soft he can barely hear it. "I, yeah. Thanks for telling me," she says.
Jim's not sure what he expected. Not tears, not a declaration of love - but not nothing, either. "So, um -"
"I'm getting cold," she interrupts loudly. Then she wraps her arms around her middle, like she's clutching a phantom cardigan, and walks back towards the warehouse.
Around Here No More
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1359 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: A tweak on the events of "Casino Night" that is every bit as painful and believable as canon would have it, which might hurt even worse. And yet, so good.
"There's this opening in the Stamford branch for sales manager or something." He pauses, knowing he should go on, but he wants her to figure it out herself. He wants her to figure something out by herself, for once.
Pam's stopped playfully rocking back and forth on her heels. She's frowning. For a split second he hates himself - but then he remembers, this is my life. "So...what, you're going to Stamford?"
Jim nods, stares at her. She's the first to break eye contact.
"Oh." Pam looks over to her left, to the building, and he follows her gaze but there's nothing there. It's hard to see in the dark but he's almost positive there's something trembling in her face - her lip, her chin.
"I just thought you should know," he says lamely, looking at the ground.
Pam swallows and a little noise escapes her throat, so soft he can barely hear it. "I, yeah. Thanks for telling me," she says.
Jim's not sure what he expected. Not tears, not a declaration of love - but not nothing, either. "So, um -"
"I'm getting cold," she interrupts loudly. Then she wraps her arms around her middle, like she's clutching a phantom cardigan, and walks back towards the warehouse.
Around Here No More