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“Inside Jokes” by Talkative (Mature)
Fandom: THE OFFICE
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 5 chapters; 15,300 words total
Authors on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: MTT
Why this must be read: This absolutely is my headcanon for all of the inside joke tokens that were in the teapot Jim gave Pam for Christmas in Season 2, particularly because each installment feels just like a missing scene from a episode. Just read it.
She was gearing up to spin some sort of story about wanting to advance professionally or better understand the company or something, anything that would make Jim choke on a laugh then tease her later, when Michael, bless him, interrupted. "Great! Jim has an afternoon full of sales calls and he has graciously offered to take you along, show you the ropes." Michael's smile was wide, almost frightening. "Exciting stuff!"
She stole another look at Jim. He had lowered his head and was biting on his bottom lip, nodding almost rhythmically as he looked at Michael. His eyes were bright and he seemed to be firmly ordering himself not to look at her.
"That sounds great."
"Then it's settled," Michael held his palms up, helpless in the face of such a perfect plan. "Get out of here. Go to lunch. Have a nice afternoon." He clapped his hands once. Pam turned, Jim rose to follow her out of the room, and Michael called, "Now you be gentle with her, Halpert! It's her first time!" after them. Phyllis lifted her head and watched them pass.
The color in his cheeks was high when he approached her desk, jacket on, bag slung over his shoulder. As she switched the phone over to automatic forwarding, she said, "I'm sure you wouldn't hurt an innocent little thing like me."
"He just - can't help it, can he?"
They waited for the elevator in silence. Once they were inside, he grinned at her and leaned against the wall. "Lesson one - always make sure that the customer thinks it was his idea."
"Right." Pam felt the elevator drop beneath her feet. Her insides hopped. "Now, really, where are we going?"
~~~~~
She pointed across the mini-golf course to the only other people on it, a pair of high school students four holes ahead. "Shouldn't they be in school?" They were dressed in skinny jeans, ragged t-shirts, and appeared to have split a bottle of cheap black hair dye. They were alternating between making out and loudly, gleefully criticizing each others' games. He kept tugging her belt loops as she lined up a shot and she would dig her fingers into his ribcage as he did the same.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" Jim had undone two buttons on his shirt and she could see a couple of inches of his undershirt. He was squinting in the mid-May sun and the breeze was arranging his hair at odd angles. She told herself that it was just a fact that he was quite handsome; it meant nothing that she noticed it.
"Hey," she leaned on her club, trying to affect a jaunty air, while he placed his green ball on the second tee, "I'm on a sales call, I'll have you know."
Without looking up, he said, "You have chocolate milkshake on your blouse."
"And dipping your fries in mayo is disgusting."
"It's very European."
"Why do you hate America so much, Jim?"
"God, where to begin?" His ball bounced off of the first set of concrete bumpers between him and the hole.
There was an indignant yell a few yards away and Pam and Jim watched as the black-haired girl threatened to drop her boyfriend's ball into a water hazard. They had tremendous smiles on their faces.
Inside Jokes
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 5 chapters; 15,300 words total
Authors on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: MTT
Why this must be read: This absolutely is my headcanon for all of the inside joke tokens that were in the teapot Jim gave Pam for Christmas in Season 2, particularly because each installment feels just like a missing scene from a episode. Just read it.
She was gearing up to spin some sort of story about wanting to advance professionally or better understand the company or something, anything that would make Jim choke on a laugh then tease her later, when Michael, bless him, interrupted. "Great! Jim has an afternoon full of sales calls and he has graciously offered to take you along, show you the ropes." Michael's smile was wide, almost frightening. "Exciting stuff!"
She stole another look at Jim. He had lowered his head and was biting on his bottom lip, nodding almost rhythmically as he looked at Michael. His eyes were bright and he seemed to be firmly ordering himself not to look at her.
"That sounds great."
"Then it's settled," Michael held his palms up, helpless in the face of such a perfect plan. "Get out of here. Go to lunch. Have a nice afternoon." He clapped his hands once. Pam turned, Jim rose to follow her out of the room, and Michael called, "Now you be gentle with her, Halpert! It's her first time!" after them. Phyllis lifted her head and watched them pass.
The color in his cheeks was high when he approached her desk, jacket on, bag slung over his shoulder. As she switched the phone over to automatic forwarding, she said, "I'm sure you wouldn't hurt an innocent little thing like me."
"He just - can't help it, can he?"
They waited for the elevator in silence. Once they were inside, he grinned at her and leaned against the wall. "Lesson one - always make sure that the customer thinks it was his idea."
"Right." Pam felt the elevator drop beneath her feet. Her insides hopped. "Now, really, where are we going?"
~~~~~
She pointed across the mini-golf course to the only other people on it, a pair of high school students four holes ahead. "Shouldn't they be in school?" They were dressed in skinny jeans, ragged t-shirts, and appeared to have split a bottle of cheap black hair dye. They were alternating between making out and loudly, gleefully criticizing each others' games. He kept tugging her belt loops as she lined up a shot and she would dig her fingers into his ribcage as he did the same.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" Jim had undone two buttons on his shirt and she could see a couple of inches of his undershirt. He was squinting in the mid-May sun and the breeze was arranging his hair at odd angles. She told herself that it was just a fact that he was quite handsome; it meant nothing that she noticed it.
"Hey," she leaned on her club, trying to affect a jaunty air, while he placed his green ball on the second tee, "I'm on a sales call, I'll have you know."
Without looking up, he said, "You have chocolate milkshake on your blouse."
"And dipping your fries in mayo is disgusting."
"It's very European."
"Why do you hate America so much, Jim?"
"God, where to begin?" His ball bounced off of the first set of concrete bumpers between him and the hole.
There was an indignant yell a few yards away and Pam and Jim watched as the black-haired girl threatened to drop her boyfriend's ball into a water hazard. They had tremendous smiles on their faces.
Inside Jokes