Fandom: The Office
Title: Jim is an idiot
Pairings/Characters:Dwight/Angela, mentions of Jim
Word Count: 254
Warnings:Unbetaed
Rating: G
Spoilers: Everything through Money
Notes: Started out as a few sentences scribbled during History of Jazz. Ended up being one of a couple things given to [livejournal.com profile] falulatonks for her birthday.
Summary:

He needs this. More than he needs a sale or Micheal's approval or to walk the Lord of the Rings trail to Mordor. At the present it feels like his entire being exists for the slightest, faintest, indication that maybe - maybe things will work themselves out. She'll forgive him for killing her cat, he'll forgive her for all the sleep and sales she cost him, and they'll both go back to whispering things in the breakroom. He needs to find assurance in the fact that she moans D and let the implications give him a little bit of hope (even if he would normally call hope a weakness). He needs to know that sometimes he does see her quickly glance at him before she goes back to glaring at Kevin or Oscar or her work (The looks are always quick and uninterpretable and even with his superior powers of observation he's not really so sure that he even sees them).

He's never considered himself much of an optimist, but sitting at his desk he still smiles a little to himself in response to her glances. A few words spoken to him in the stairway by a pseudo-friend-ish enemy (or rival. Dwight's not really sure at this point) return to him and he smiles a little bit more. After all, things worked out for Jim, and Jim is an idiot. He's not even familiar with the various kinds of martial arts and would never know the proper way to use a bo staff in combat.

Fandom: The Office
Title: Five People Who Are Happy (Sort Of)
Pairings/Characters: Jim/Pam, Kelly/Darryl, Micheal/Jan, Karen
Word Count: 1381
Warnings:Unbetaed
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Everything
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] falulatonks's birthday. Posted because she demanded it.
Summary: Everybody wants to be happy.

Pam was happy. Like truly, honestly, perhaps just-this-side-of-certifiable-happy. It was euphoric and distracting, but it made her feel creative and powerful. Like if she picked up a paint brush she could make anything. Whoever talked about the way pain makes you a better artist probably didn't know what they hell they were talking about. Or maybe they did. There was pain before this wasn't there? Maybe. Definitely. But she's painted it over like a color on a canvas that she's decided she didn't like. Maybe blue's down there somewhere but there's red on top of that, and then brown, and then something else, and nobody knows blue is there except the people who saw her paint it on in the first place.

Of course it's a little more complicated than that, because a person who saw her paint it on in the first place also had a whole lot to do with her painting over it. But whatever. She's happy. Things are working for her. She'll let the complications go for a while and for now she'll just feel really, really big in an unsuffocating I'm-part-of-everything-that-is-good way.

And it's nice to have someone who meets her in her apartment after work and pulls her into him so that she tastes the five cups of coffee she saw him drink and the happiness that he has to see her, even though he's been seeing her all day. She mumbles something along those lines to him, and he says but an hour is a very long time. She laughs a little bit too loud, because it's too much, too good to be true really, and in the back of her mind Pam's sort of terrified because this can't really be her life, can it? But she knows Jim means it. And she's happy. Really, honestly, certifiably happy.

Maybe sometimes Jim senses a little bit of her fear in her kisses; Pam knows she can sense a little bit of his fear in his. But their fears make the whole thing feel all little bit more solid, so in the end it just leads her back to happy and happy's nice.

----

Jim knew if Pam walked up to his desk and asked him to move away with her, he would. Even if it was somewhere crazy, because crazy would feel alright if she was around (and there's nowhere crazier than where he already was, anyway). So it might have been a little silly for him to get so mad when she, unthinkingly, huffs out you could try to do something that you liked one lazy evening when he complains about work and paper for just a little too long (In someways he's different than he used to be, but in a lot of ways he's still the same old Jim whose afraid of anything unhabitual). In the end, after a little bit of yelling (on both their parts) he sort of realizes that if he pushes out a little farther it won't be like he's just floating away; there will be someone with him, and at this point they both kind of know what the deep end feels like. It won't be so cold out there now that he has somebody to help keep him warm, and maybe that's a little sappy, but dammit, he doesn't care. He's happy and happy's nice.

----

Kelly was really, really, really, really, really happy, which sort of surprised her (really). In her mind Darryl was just supposed to be this guy who happened to scare the crap out of Ryan so he happened to be the perfect choice to make Ryan totally, totally jealous. She had not expected to really, you know, like him a lot. It was totally weird to be with someone who was honest pretty much all the time, but she could get used to it. And maybe she was even starting to like his daughter, a little bit. She was totally cute (for a spoiled, boyfriend's-attention-stealing brat). So when Kelly gets two snow balls in the face and hears a few high pitched, squealish laughs, she laughs too, even though it might have messed her makeup up. Darryl laughs with both of them and wipes the remaining snow off Kelly's face, definitely smearing at least some of her makeup; that's okay though. She's happy, and happy's nice.

----

Micheal was really unsure how he felt most of the time. Maybe that's because more recently he's been a little bit scared and a little bit mad and the little bit of happy seems to be hard to find - squeezed between lots of other things that prove to be much harder to ignore, like stolen diaries and getting screwed in none of the fun ways. After days of shaky silence and sleeping on the far ends of the bed Jan comes to him and says, among other things, I don't think - nobody else would still be with me, after... She trails off and this time the silence is far less scary until eventually she says I'm sorry. He pulls her to him a little bit and rubs the palm of his hands up her forearms. Without looking up at her he says I'm sorry too even though he can't really remember what he's supposed to be sorry about (it just seemed like the right thing to say at the moment). She laughs at that, like she knows he isn't sure what he is apologizing for, but it isn't a hurtful laugh at all. It's comes with a smile and an Oh Micheal as she pulls him into a hug. It's nice and Micheal feels like things might be okay again sometime soon.

They both sleep in the middle of the bed that night, their legs tangled together and his arms around her waist. Even though Micheal's still a little bit scared and a little bit angry, it's nice to know that he's not sleeping alone again. He'd forgotten how cold it made his feet and his legs and his arms (and his heart) feel. He thinks she's asleep and says I love you. She sort of mumbles it back to him. Micheal's' s pretty sure that some things still really suck, but maybe that's okay. Right now he's happy and happy's nice.

----

Karen wasn't happy. There was no getting around it really. She was lonely, frustrated, and maybe still a little bit angry at herself for choices made months ago. She was trying though and life is easier when your boss isn't an idiot and your boyfriend isn't in love with the receptionist.

Her first week in Utica one of the sales people, Lindsay, takes her out for lunch; the woman's funny and nice enough and Karen almost tells her a story about last Christmas. She feels like the wind's been knocked out of her before she starts, but she catches herself and she's pretty sure Lindsay never notices. When people ask her about Scranton Karen either defers the questions or says something biting. She knows it gives people something to talk about and people's talking doesn't really help things.

Her loneliness causes her to have strange fantasies about meeting people while reaching for milk and her bitterness makes her strongly dislike herself for it. Karen still puts on her nicer jeans when she picks up some juice and checks her hair a few times too many before she goes out the door, leading her to feel extremely pathetic as she unlocks her car door and starts her car.

Sometimes she rides the elevator up to her floor with a guy who, on their third ride together, introduces himself as Steve. His smile is nice and his handshake is solid. One way or another he ends up challenging her to play Call of Duty against him. She accepts his challenge and her stomach flips a little after he steps off the elevator, even though part of her thinks he could end up being just as distant and difficult as the last guy she dated. She's still smiling a little when she steps off the elevator and unto her floor, though. It's nice to be reminded that she could be happy. She's heard happy's pretty nice.

Comments are love.

From: [identity profile] paper-jam11.livejournal.com


I really loved these, especially the first one, and also Michael's part of the second. Favourite line: She laughs at that, like she knows he isn't sure what he is apologizing for, but it isn't a hurtful laugh at all. I have to say though, the typos put me off a bit. If you ever need a beta, I'm happy to help!

From: [identity profile] cold-campbells.livejournal.com


Thanks for the offer. :D Normally [livejournal.com profile] faluatonks is my beta, but because these were for her birthday, I'd feel like a douche if she'd edited them for me. However in the future, if she can't do it, I'll certainly get in contact with you.

Care to point out a few error that you found particular off putting cause I know I have a terrible eye for that sort of thing?

From: [identity profile] oops-pig.livejournal.com


You used the word than instead of then a few times, Michael isn't spelt M-I-C-H-E-A-L and in the almost last line its onto not unto

I really enjoyed them also, though. Typos put me off slightly too - but that's what you get when you're an English major.

From: [identity profile] cold-campbells.livejournal.com


Typos frequently put me off too, honestly. I'm just completely blind when it comes to seeing them in my own stuff + a mediocre typist, so I've always got more than my fair share of mistakes. Thanks for pointing stuff out, though. :)

From: [identity profile] secondrink.livejournal.com


Wow, I'm a fan of these! You're writing style is great: each section relates to others but stands on its own because the character is so well articulated. Awesome.

From: [identity profile] abvj.livejournal.com


I loved this! The Michael part has got to be my favorite, just because it is so him. The tone and his actions and that part about how sleeping alone made his feet cold? So, so good.

From: [identity profile] cold-campbells.livejournal.com


Thank you very much. That Micheal part gave me a bit of trouble, but in the end it's probably my favorite part too. :D

From: [identity profile] norwegianblue47.livejournal.com


Wow, these are just really cool. Michael's part is my favorite. You've made him more touching Human Michael than Weird Michael, which is how things are supposed to be. I have the feeling that when it is just him and his thoughts he is more Human Michael than Weird Michael.

From: [identity profile] cold-campbells.livejournal.com


Thanks! I think those moments of human!Micheal win on many counts, so I'm very glad that you see that in what I've written. :D

From: [identity profile] bebitched.livejournal.com


I love love love Pam's bit about painting over things and how no one would know there was sadness in her her life except those people who had seen it. Pretty much the whole thing was fantastic.

From: [identity profile] cold-campbells.livejournal.com


Oh, wow. Thanks so much. I'm kind of in love with your stuff, so. *blushes* Thanks! :D

From: [identity profile] closetrockstarr.livejournal.com


Both pieces were absolutely LOVELY. They were written so well, and you really captured everyone's characters

From: [identity profile] michaeljanlover.livejournal.com


I'm a HUGE MichaelJanLover (hence my 'name', haha) so I absolutely LOVED that one! Great job! You should consider writing more Michael/Jan fics! Not even kidding you! There are not enough! So great job again! It was very realistic!

From: [identity profile] cold-campbells.livejournal.com


Thank you. My muse is sporadic, random, and rather fickle in its leadings, so I can't promise anything, really; however, since this was so well received it seems like a definite possibility. :)

From: [identity profile] michaeljanlover.livejournal.com


Okay! My hopes are way high up there now! You can NOT just tease me like that! You HAVE to write one now! Haha...seriously! You have a great way of writing Michael and Jan! I really hope you DO consider another fic that's just about them! Can't you pull some strings and not be so fickle...for me? :) Haha...anyways great job again!
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