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“snow carefully everywhere descending” by Talkative (Mature)
Fandom: THE OFFICE
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1,839 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: MTT
Why this must be read: This fic’s long since been jossed, but it’s a sweet and eloquent take on what might have been on a snow day with our favorite couple, set during Season 5.
"Where are you?" She realizes it was also because she feels awful about Angela, Andy, and Dwight. Or she feels awful for Angela, Andy, and Dwight. Or both. It's disturbing, depressing, and tied up in her head with her own past confusion, caterers, flowers, and choosing a song for her dance with her father.
"In my room. My old room," he corrects quickly. The history of their house seeps into his word choice. He calls their bedroom "Mom and Dad's room" sometimes, when they're shifting still-unpacked boxes around or contemplating paint samples. She's affected by the idea of him having a context, a place. And, really, it is a mom and dad's room, set at the back of the hall, larger than the other bedrooms, and with a door and a stillness that makes her feel like she should knock, even though her clothes are in the closet and the book she's reading is on the nightstand.
She shifts and runs her fingers through her hair, but makes no move to get up. "What is that music?" It was probably about Alex, too, who hadn't called or written to her once since she came home, despite his promise not to "abandon her in the wilds of Pennsylvania." If it was about Alex, then it was about New York, too, everything that did and didn't happen there. And she knows Roy is involved as well. Pam imagines that it will be a long before the things she chooses stop having something to do, at least in some small way, with her life with him. But -
"I found a box of my old tapes." Jim's voice is getting louder as he approaches. He stops in the doorway, already dressed in jeans, heavy socks, and a thermal shirt. She can tell he hasn't showered by the stubble on his cheeks and the wild, half-flat halo of his hair. He's smiling and holding a coffee mug in his right hand, his left in his pocket, pulling his jeans down low on his hip. "It's really bad out," he says and his smile just grows. "There's a drift halfway up the side of your car."
"Oh, great," she sighs, pulling the covers up higher.
snow carefully everywhere descending
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1,839 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: MTT
Why this must be read: This fic’s long since been jossed, but it’s a sweet and eloquent take on what might have been on a snow day with our favorite couple, set during Season 5.
"Where are you?" She realizes it was also because she feels awful about Angela, Andy, and Dwight. Or she feels awful for Angela, Andy, and Dwight. Or both. It's disturbing, depressing, and tied up in her head with her own past confusion, caterers, flowers, and choosing a song for her dance with her father.
"In my room. My old room," he corrects quickly. The history of their house seeps into his word choice. He calls their bedroom "Mom and Dad's room" sometimes, when they're shifting still-unpacked boxes around or contemplating paint samples. She's affected by the idea of him having a context, a place. And, really, it is a mom and dad's room, set at the back of the hall, larger than the other bedrooms, and with a door and a stillness that makes her feel like she should knock, even though her clothes are in the closet and the book she's reading is on the nightstand.
She shifts and runs her fingers through her hair, but makes no move to get up. "What is that music?" It was probably about Alex, too, who hadn't called or written to her once since she came home, despite his promise not to "abandon her in the wilds of Pennsylvania." If it was about Alex, then it was about New York, too, everything that did and didn't happen there. And she knows Roy is involved as well. Pam imagines that it will be a long before the things she chooses stop having something to do, at least in some small way, with her life with him. But -
"I found a box of my old tapes." Jim's voice is getting louder as he approaches. He stops in the doorway, already dressed in jeans, heavy socks, and a thermal shirt. She can tell he hasn't showered by the stubble on his cheeks and the wild, half-flat halo of his hair. He's smiling and holding a coffee mug in his right hand, his left in his pocket, pulling his jeans down low on his hip. "It's really bad out," he says and his smile just grows. "There's a drift halfway up the side of your car."
"Oh, great," she sighs, pulling the covers up higher.
snow carefully everywhere descending