Please go read the Submission and Feedback Rules/Guidelines before submitting anything.And now, here are the other various character, pairings, and grouping prompts. Andy/Angela - No. Cookie. (Ever.)Andy/Angela - AngieAndy/Angela - duetAndy/Angela – DwightAndy/Angela- fun for no oneAndy/Angela - The A TeamAndy/Angela - sorryAndy/Angela - answering machine messagesAndy/anyone of your choosing - "I've been carrying that ring around in my wallet for six years."Andy/Jan - lounge singingAndy/Jan – "Thought about it. I'm in."Andy/Meredith - after Andy learns about Dwangela Round 2Andy/Michael - delusions of grandeurAndy/Pam - I bet you're sick of TunaAndy/Ryan - Pierce BrosnanAndy/Ryan - sucking up Angela/anyone of your choosing- ecumenicalAngela/Creed - "You disgust me."Angela/Creed – pumpkinAngela/Creed – “You’re out?”Angela/Jan - aspirationsAngela/Jan - different worldsAngela/Jan - "Judging from her attire, Jan aspires to be a whore."Angela/Jim - fun for no oneAngela/Jim - DwightAngela/Jim - second bestAngela/Jim - repercussionsAngela/Jim - HalloweenAngela/Jim - MonkeyAngela/Jim - RoyAngela/Kelly - "You are so totally my BFF."Angela/Meredith - "Are you drunk?"Angela/Meredith - designated driverAngela/Pam - cat partyAngela/Pam - "I bet you wish you were like this more often."Angela/Pam - "You know about this kind of thing. You are the office mattress."Angela/Pam - Sprinkles Angela/Pam – cupcakesAngela/Pam – sabotageAngela/Phyllis - Party PlanningAngela/Phyllis - outfitAngela & Phyllis - cats are old soulsAngela/Phyllis - what she sawAngela/Phyllis – spoons vs. forksAngela/Toby - sexual harassmentAngela/Toby - sorry for slapping youCarol/Holly – MichaelCarol/Holly – he has a thing against blondesCarol/Katy – former cheerleadersCarol/Katy – sorority sistersCreed/Pam - I'd like a seat facing the receptionistCreed/Pam - I don't get the whole May/December thingDavid Wallace/Jim - Christmas partyDavid Wallace/Jim - luxury suite tickets for a Knicks/Sixers game David Wallace/Kendall the HR guy - I hate so much about the things you choose to be David Wallace/Ryan - fiscal year endDavid Wallace/Ryan - MBADavid Wallace/Ryan - executive compensationDavid Wallace/Ryan - I want it on my desk before you leave tonightDavid Wallace/Ryan - breakfast meeting Dwight/Andy - I really appreciate you letting me work alongside you so closely today.Dwight/Andy - am I trying to get under his skin? Yes.Dwight/Andy - enemiesDwight/Jim - first sales callDwight/Jim - heartacheDwight/Jim – lunchboxDwight/Jim - alliancesDwight/Jim - retaliationDwight/Pam - lonelyDwight/Pam - flowersDwight/Pam - rabbitDwight/Pam - adviceDwight/Pam - the ringDwight/Pam - huggy hugsDwight/Pam - What's the fastest way to your place?Dwight/Pam - Secret Personal AssistantDwight/Pam - ice skatingDwight/Pam – gentlemanDwight/Pam – “Who did this to you?”Dwight/Pam - handkerchiefDwight/Ryan - lullabiesDwight/Ryan – eggsDwight/Ryan – “Not everything’s a lesson, Ryan”Dwight/Troy – regular sized houseDwight/Troy – magic powersHolly/Andy - it could be worseHolly/Andy – I played my Banjo at The Bog last nightHolly/Karen - helloHolly/Kelly - "We should be best friends."Holly/Toby - Toby's last dayHolly/Toby – trainingHolly/Toby – this wasn't in the manualHunter/Jan - needHunter/Jan - concertHunter/Jan - you're not himHunter/Jan – rehearsalHunter/Jan - "you took me by the hand / and made me a man"Hunter/Jan - "Exclusive Sperm Bank"Hunter/Jan - "Make it count."Hunter/Jan - that one nightHunter/Karen - second-actingHunter/Karen – fountainHunter/Katy - illegal downloadsHunter/Kelly - super hotHunter/Kelly – complicatedHunter/Kelly - unemployment lineHunter/Kelly - I'm not gonna write you a love songHunter/Pam – my boyfriend stole your CD for meHunter/Ryan - I don't listen to oldiesHunter/Ryan - climb the ladderHunter/Ryan - New York CityJan/David Wallace – Radisson room 223Jan/Gould - I gave you everything, but you said goodbyeJan/Katy – lies we tell ourselvesJan/Kelly - how can someone so beautiful be so sadJan/Pam - shoppingJan/Pam - MichaelJan/Pam – bouquetJan/Pam - promotionJan/Pam – dreamsJan/Pam - onceJan/Pam - timeJan/Pam - Shut up MichaelJim/Andy - MaddenJim/Andy - beer meJim/Jan - shotsJim/Jan - gamesJim/Jan - featherJim/Jan - smoke and mirrorsJim/Jan - sex and candyJim/Jan - weaknessJim/Jan - looseJim/Jan - lipstick stainsJim/Jan - lonely too longJim/Jan – candlesJim/Karen - high fiveJim/Karen - slayerJim/Karen - don't marry her, fuck meJim/Karen - fountainJim/Karen - talksJim/Karen – blossomJim/Karen - betsJim/Karen - I guess I should've been more like herJim/Karen - they didn't have you where I come fromJim/Karen - tourismJim/Karen - frecklesJim/Karen – stayJim/Karen - talk without the wordsJim/Karen - permanent markerJim/Katy - Legally BlondeJim/Mark - reunionJim/Mark - new apartmentJim/Mark - job huntingJim/Ryan - what he's notJim/Ryan - withdrawn from considerationJim/Ryan - I warned youJim/Ryan - I liked you better as the tempJim/Ryan - big haircutJim/Ryan - greenJim/Ryan - Saturday night specialJim/Ryan - arbitrage Jim/Ryan - office politicsJim/Ryan - win-win-winJim/Ryan - and so it goesJim/Ryan - emailsJim/Ryan - voicemailJim/Ryan - competitionJim/Ryan - mine for the takingKaren/Andy - flightKaren/Andy - Andy you're a starKaren/Andy - alumniKaren/Andy - sometimes you just want something familiarKaren/Andy - this is the sound of settlingKaren/Andy - secretsKaren/anyone of your choosing - dressed to kill in the dress he bought herKaren/anyone of your choosing – stainKaren/anyone of your choosing - she can't love you like meKaren/Jan - hardcore self-destructionKaren/Jan - positions of powerKaren/Jan – backwards in high heelsKaren/Jan – ambitionKaren/Rolando - hold pleaseKaren/Roy - run into each other at LowesKaren/Roy - "Don't tell anyone."Karen/Roy - circlesKaren/Roy – ironyKaren/Ryan - drinksKaren/Ryan - air conditioningKaren/Stanley - come on boardKaren/Toby - beaches of Costa RicaKaren/Toby - Costa RicaKaren/Toby - "I'm not bitter"Katy/Elizabeth – working your way through schoolKaty/Karen - rerunsKaty/Karen – welcome to the clubKaty/Kelly – purses are so coolKaty/Kelly – makeup caseKaty/Pam – lipglossKaty/Pam - all smilesKaty/Roy - high-school reunionKelly/Andy - squealKelly/Andy - guilty pleasureKelly/Andy - sweet toothKelly/Andy - candy shopKelly/Andy - the first five timesKelly/Andy - surprise!Kelly/Andy - women are from venus, men are from marsKelly/Andy - duetKelly/Andy - valley girlsKelly/Andy - two a-holes (from SNL)Kelly/Andy - bubblegumKelly/Andy - I'm not himKelly/Andy - flailKelly/Andy - something newKelly/Andy - 5 times Andy unintentionally made Kelly fall a little bit in love with himKelly/Andy - NSYNC vs The Backstreet BoysKelly/Andy - their last goodbyeKelly/Andy - wedding bellsKelly/Andy - annexKelly/Andy - karaokeKelly/Andy - New York CityKelly/Andy – DarrylKelly/Andy - comfortKelly/Andy - heavenKelly/Andy - UsherKelly/Andy - in love for realsiesKelly/Andy - plan BKelly/Andy - lunchKelly/Andy - the mallKelly/Andy - Rock of LoveKelly/Andy - Christmas carolingKelly/Andy - circus peanutsKelly/Andy - ball and chainKelly/Andy - ringtonesKelly/Andy - Avril LavigneKelly/Andy - engagement ringKelly/Darryl - dateKelly/Darryl - playing houseKelly/Darryl - Everybody, I’m dating Barack Obama!Kelly/Darryl - daughtersKelly/Darryl – dateKelly/Darryl - black guys, mostlyKelly/Darryl – uncrazyKelly/Jim - gossipKelly/anyone you want - celebrityKevin/Angela - Kool-aid TimeKevin/Angela - coversKevin/Angela - double fudge browniesKevin/Angela - I'm not mean, I'm just demandingKevin/Holly - This is a buttonKevin/Holly - shapes and colorsKevin/Holly - "It feels nice to win one"Kevin/Holly - realizationKevin/Jan - MILFKevin/Stacy - left holding a losing handKevin/Stacy - with the bandMartin/Katy - house with a terraceMartin/Katy - redheadsMeredith/Creed - viceMeredith/Creed - singMeredith/Creed - chariotsMeredith/Creed – rehabMeredith/Creed - Mary-BethMeredith/Creed - 12 stepsMeredith/Creed - Grass RootsMeredith/Creed - Really?Meredith/Creed - moonshineMeredith/Creed - "Hey Mary Beth!"Meredith/David Wallace - statusMeredith/David Wallace - punch drunk loveMeredith/Holly - "I want to cut her face"Meredith/Holly - manicuresMeredith/Holly - first impressionsMeredith/Pam – footballMeredith/Pam - iceMeredith/Packer - do you still drink whiskey?Meredith/Packer - one good shot of youMeredith/Toby - A parent thingMichael/Angela - eyesMichael/Angela - bible schoolMichael/Angela - chapped lipsMichael/Angela – SprinklesMichael/Angela – designated driverMichael/anyone of your choosing - say what you will about Michael Scott, but he would never do thatMichael/anyone of your choosing - better as a memoryMichael/Darryl- "Fo shizzle."Michael/Dwight - my first day, when you hazed me by spraying me with the fire extinguisher!Michael/Dwight - it's better to be hurt by someone you know accidentally, than by a stranger on purpose.Michael/Dwight - you are as creepy as a real serial killer. For real.Michael/Dwight - it was an honor to have worked with you.Michael/Dwight - when you took me to the hospital, and told me you cared about me.Michael/Dwight - loyaltyMichael/Dwight - 6 weeks on the beet farmMichael/Dwight – dampingMichael/Dwight - there are some things Mose shouldn't knowMichael/Elizabeth – secret secretsMichael/Elizabeth – fabric softenerMichael/Elizabeth – TideMichael/Holly - bakeryMichael/Holly - Bob HopeMichael/Holly - "Acting!"Michael/Holly - corporate crap-festMichael/Holly - KevinMichael/Holly - mixtapeMichael/Holly - between the linesMichael/Holly - touchMichael/Holly – desertsMichael/Holly - best behaviorMichael/Karen - annoyMichael/Karen - whyMichael/Karen - I'm not looking for absolutionMichael/Karen - china dollMichael/Karen - I don't need fixingMichael/Karen - repent yourself awayMichael/Karen - crash and burnMichael/Karen - exposedMichael/Karen - we wouldn't have to justifyMichael/Karen - he had it comingMichael/Karen - it's a good thing I don't need you to stayMichael/Karen - Secret SantaMichael/Karen - lines in the sandMichael/Katy – hot, juicy redheadMichael/Kelly - spicy FoodMichael/Kelly - ShivaMichael/Kelly - Buddha?Michael/Kelly - last car left in the parking lotMichael/Kelly – walk of shameMichael/Kevin - "You never call back"Michael/Meredith - the first time she flashed himMichael/Meredith - picturesMichael/Meredith - lollipopMichael/Meredith - pour meMichael/Oscar - gay barMichael/Oscar - totally gay for youMichael/Oscar - you make me want to staple my hand to my deskMichael/Oscar - we will never speak of this againMichael/Oscar - secular humanismMichael/Oscar - gay friendly neighborhoodMichael/Pam - thereMichael/Pam - paintMichael/Pam - tissueMichael/Pam - vending machineMichael/Pam - comfort youMichael/Pam - handkerchiefMichael/Pam - beauty turns to painMichael/Pam - Post-ItMichael/Pam - emergency contactMichael/Pam - if I try to save him, my world could cave inMichael/Pam - if you call my name I will comeMichael/Pam - pencilsMichael/Pam - "How do you come back from that?"Michael/Pam - this is not pityMichael/Pam - left behindMichael/Pam - dinner theaterMichael/Pam - rainy dayMichael/Pam – we live with the scars we chooseMichael/Pam - ink stainsMichael/Pam's Mom - MILFMichael/Pam's Mom - I found your number on the cardMichael/Phyllis - we went to the same high schoolMichael/Ryan - "Remember when we slept together in New York, Ryan?"Michael/Ryan - prison visitsMichael/Ryan - happy ending... sort ofMichael/Ryan - I need a girlfriend so badMichael/Ryan - Do you remember what color my eyes are?Michael/Ryan - Prison MikeMichael/Toby - the line between love and hate isn't so thinMose/Angela - seeing things he shouldn'tMose/Angela - nighttime at Dwight's houseMose & Dwight - beetsMose & Dwight - table makingMose/Dwight - beet wineMose/Pam - comfortMose/Pam - sweetMose/Pam - secretsMose/Pam - late nightMose/Pam - outhouseMose/Pam - beet wineOscar/Angela - repentanceOscar/Angela - movie theaterOscar/Angela - Cats (the musical)Oscar/Angela - arthouse filmOscar/Angela - Angela thinks I can crossover. Oscar/Angela - thank you OscarOscar/Angela - cross overOscar/Jim - the copierOscar/Jim - Cosby sweatersOscar/Jim - cardigans for menOscar/Jim - Finer Things ClubOscar/Jim - infidelityOscar & Kevin - dead baby jokesOscar & Kevin - "Dude, you seriously need to get laid."Oscar/Kevin - avoiding AngelaOscar/Kevin - battle of the bandsOscar/Rolando - walk a mile in Oscar's shoesOscar/Toby - theatre classOscar/Toby - this is wildly inappropriatePam/Carol - Slutty cheerleaderPam/Lonnie - Get naked, you Beesly!Pam/Lonnie - My hair is not synthetic!Pam/Karen - long black glovesPam/Karen - citiesPam/Karen - soda machinePam/Karen - coffeePam/Karen - prankPam/Karen - the committee to plan parties has been reunitedPam/Karen - cell phonePam/Karen - New YorkPam/Karen - "This is your first movie Monday, isn't it?"Pam/Karen - glassesPam/Karen - To do listPam/Kelly - competitionPam/Kelly - Totally beautifulPam/Oscar - Finer Things ClubPam/Rolando - your voice on the linePam/Roland - "Dunder Mifflin this is..."Pam/Roy - You can't give me what I needPam/Ryan - living largePam/Ryan - a step sidewaysPam/Ryan - the opposite of KellyPam/Ryan - I'm your boss nowPam/Ryan - AU - Ryan started working at Dunder-Mifflin before/instead of JimPam/Ryan - he secretly prefers teaPam/Ryan - how to get ahead in businessPam/Ryan - at the moviesPam/Ryan - waitingPam/Ryan - downsizingPam/Ryan - the beardPam/Ryan – PuddlesPam/Toby - babysittingPam/Toby - roofPam/Toby - heavenPam/Toby - I miss the you I never knewPam/Toby - a moment of happinessPhyllis/anyone of your choosing - one night standPhyllis/Bob Vance - escaladePhyllis/Bob Vance - Best party ever Phyllis/Karen - makeoversPhyllis/Pam - "She's real good"Phyllis/Stanley - sexual tensionPhyllis/Stanley - ping-pong ballsPhyllis/Stanley - pretzel dayPhyllis/Stanley - "Stanley, are you dancing?"Phyllis/Stanley - cluttered desksRoy/Angela – consolationRoy/Angela - a man of the earthRoy/Oscar - weakness for dumb, hot guysRoy/Oscar - we're not nice guysRyan/Kelly - IDK MY BFF JILLRyan/Kelly - basically anything that is awesomeRyan/Kelly - Victoria's SecretRyan/Kelly - shopping spreeRyan/Kelly - going back on my promiseRyan/Kelly - makeupRyan/Kelly - martiniRyan/Kelly - hate him, hate him, wouldn't want to date himRyan/Kelly - what if she was normalRyan/Kelly - the way we wereRyan/Kelly - beer pongRyan/Kelly - Ryan's facial hairRyan/Kelly - supposed to be the new Eric/JessicaRyan/Kelly - Dumpster LoveRyan/Kelly - If there was a God, Ryan and I would be married by nowRyan/Kelly - Fall apart without youRyan/Kelly - Prison visitsRyan/Kelly - How DARE you?Ryan/Kelly - The Sound of SettlingRyan/Kelly - MurdererRyan/Kelly - Matching scarvesRyan/Kelly – IrreplaceableRyan/Kelly - "Hi, Ryan"Ryan/Kelly - Party tricksRyan/Jan - paybackToby/Kelly - pictureToby/Kelly - weirdToby/Kelly – GoodbyesToby/Kelly - Hot Dog VendorToby/Kelly - Will you write me?Toby/Kelly - FuneralToby/Kelly - The accidental babysitterToby/Kelly - OppositesToby/Kelly - Stupid MichaelToby/Kelly - KleenexToby/Ryan - sad state of affairsDwight/Angela/Andy - "Bye Andy"Dwight/Angela/Andy - the end.Holly/Michael/Jan - Carol reduxJan/Pam/Angela - Shut up MichaelJan/Pam/Angela/Phyllis - Shut up MichaelJan/Pam/Angela/Phyllis/Meredith - Shut up MichaelOscar/Pam/Toby - targetAny or all – everybody's dreaming big but everybody's just getting byAndy - Cornell. Ever heard of it?Andy - I lived with a dominatrix for three years in Stamford. Mistress Lila. Taught me more than any college professor I ever had, while attending Cornell, which is where I went to school.Andy - unwanted nicknamesAndy - Fudgie the WhaleAndy - Your mom goes to college.Andy - This is crazy pants!Andy - Give 'em the old Razzle DazzleAndy - Andy's parentsAndy - Graduation dayAndy - The sailor's clubAndy - Why he bought the ring 6 years agoAndy - "Well, guess what. I‘m not falling in a chocolate river."Andy - barbequeAndy – “Let’s just say me and Jennifer Grey probably would’ve broken a few laws”.Angela - catsAngela - 16 yearsAngela - "Sprinkles recently had kittens"Angela - little momentsAngela - professionalAngela – etiquetteAngela - I don't back downAngela - It shouldn't be so hardAngela - UnsavouryAngela - BriberyAngela - DiplomaticAngela - SoupAngela - Because I said soAngela - Smile like you mean itBeardy - this can't be my lifeBeardy - you should fight crime!Beardy - I don't wanna grow, won't you let me explodeBeardy - I left my family for the secretaryCreed - just like your fatherCreed - midnight confessionCreed - back in the 60sCreed – illegitimateCreed - Local pervsCreed - DMI chatDavid Wallace - golden handcuffs David Wallace - Fortune 500Dwight - I don't celebrate any major holidaysDwight - welcome to hellDwight - identity theftDwight - my diaryDwight - rustDwight – retirementDwight - handcuffsDwight - The X-FilesDwight - The Stalk InnDwight - Emergency Disaster ModeDwight - Second Second LifeDwight - Lets do this thingHolly - talking headsHolly - actingHunter - one-hit wonderJan - Jan Levison-Gould no moreJan - 5 times Jan made a decision she later regretted (yes, only five)Jan - "Donor 1284 likes square dancing. No one likes square dancing."Jan - ScottsdaleJan - ShowerJim – costumesJim - "And then an older gentleman asks you 'boxers or briefs?'"Karen - all the places I'd rather beKaren - "I'm not bitter... okay, maybe a little"Karen - I don't need to be forgivenKaty - other jobs she's triedKelly - U-G-L-Y You ain't got no alibiKelly - idolsKelly - dream bigKelly – cultureKelly - I'm like rubber and you're like glueKelly - pinkKelly - borrow her sister's clothesKelly - don’t believe in fairytalesKelly - babiesKelly - One True LoveKelly - Dear CosmoKelly - saddest funeral everKelly - I Kissed a GirlKelly - Cherry chapstickKevin - sending out an SOSKevin - guitar heroMichael - growing upMichael - little kid loverMichael - datingMichael – IHOPMichael - P.S. I Love YouMichael - tofuMose - monsters under the bedMose - idiot savantMose - lots of spare timeMose - me and my motorbikeOscar - stageOscar - gay people eat babies and make AIDS in laboratoriesPhyllis – burlesquePhyllis - post-it notesRyan - somewhere between Scranton and New YorkRyan - 5 things he misses about ScrantonRyan - "You, my friend, would be da belle of da ball."Ryan – secretaryRyan - Power TripRyan - Any girl he wants?Ryan - RegretsRyan - MessRyan - Wasted and ReadyRyan - whistle blower Ryan - perp walk Ryan - SECRyan - double entry Ryan - bulge bracket Ryan - channel stuffing Ryan - short squeeze Ryan - shrinkage Ryan - pump and dump Ryan - ramp up Ryan - riding the yield curve Ryan - organic growth Toby - Costa Rica
“How was Beach Day?” Toby asked.Karen frowned at him and he wondered if she wanted to be left alone. If she had specifically sat down next to him in the breakroom because of his reputation for being quiet.“Don’t even ask. You have no idea how crappy it was.”He had an idea. He sat next to Kelly after all and she, in between bickering with Ryan and then proclaiming her eternal devotion to him, gladly filled Toby in on Pam’s coal walk and speech.“I would never be that pathetic,” Kelly swore to him before asking a horrified-looking Ryan if he would prefer an outdoor or indoor wedding.It was stupid of him to bring up Beach Day. He shouldn’t have said anything. He nodded toward her unopened book and murmured that he’d let her read. “No, it’s fine,” she said. “The book’s terrible anyway. We can talk about Beach Day.”“We really don’t have to,” he said, very uncomfortable. He picked at his turkey sandwich without interest. “No,” she said. “Sorry for snapping. I thought it was a waste of time yesterday. I’d rather have stayed here and worked.”He nodded and said, trying to keep his voice light but failing, “Funny. I would have rather gone to the beach.”“Yeah, that was really stupid how you weren’t able to go,” she said. “You put up with a lot of shit here.”‘Maybe,” he said. He shrugged. “You get used to things though.”“Don’t ever get used to being treated like crap,” she said. “You could have fought him. Ranted and raved until Michael let you go.”Yeah. That might have happened.Or not.“Seriously though,” Karen said. “It was dumb. All these stupid games and a hot dog eating contest to determine your worthiness?” “But it was at the beach.” At her look he said, “I love the beach.”“What’s your favorite beach?”That was tough. “There are several in Hawaii. And California.”“I’ve never been much of a beach person,” she admitted.“I am,” he said. “I have a--” No. She wouldn’t care. She was just being nice.“You have a what?” she asked. “You can’t leave me hanging here.”She actually sounded somewhat interested. “I have a picture of a beach in Costa Rica I carry with me. To look at when things here get tough. Someday I’ll go. I hope.”“Costa Rica, huh? What’ll you do there?”“Nothing. That’s the point. I’ll learn to surf and just while away the hours.”“Good plan. Wait. You’re a beach person and you don’t know how to surf?”“I do. Sort of,” he said. “But I want to be better.”“A wannabe beach bum,” she said, smiling kind of crookedly at him and he wasn’t sure if she was teasing him.“Maybe,” he said. “When I was a kid, I wanted to be a surfer when I grew up.”Okay. That was really something he should keep to himself. He took a bite of his sandwich and waited for a reaction.She laughed. “That’s great. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a baton twirler just so I could wear the frilly skirt. I’m so glad I grew out of that phase.”“I haven’t grown out of my phase. I mean I did - I knew it wasn’t a realistic possibility or anything, but I still want to surf. Still dream about the beach.”She smiled at him. “Whatever it is that gets you through the day.”“Exactly.”And he thought, smiling back, maybe she did understand. Just a little bit. “I think,” she said and then stopped. “Oh!” she said suddenly, looking past him. Toby turned around and saw Jim.“There you are,” Jim said.Karen walked over to Jim and soon they were talking about their weekend plans.“Jim?” Another voice called and the three of them turned to see Pam. “So that email you sent about Dwight? I had an idea of how to--” She froze mid-sentence, noticing Karen.Karen smiled at her, grabbed Jim’s hand. “What’s your idea?”Toby watched the three of them for a few moments. Karen, with a smile that was now almost a little smug as she held Jim’s hand; Pam, now speaking softly, her words running together nervously.Both of them staring at Jim, hoping for a smile or quip, proving they were, in fact, his favorite.No one seemed to remember Toby was still there.He quietly packed up his lunch and was able to shuffle back to the annex completely unnoticed.Forget about becoming a surfer, he thought to himself alone at his desk, staring at his picture of the familiar beach.What he really wanted to be when he grew up was Jim Halpert.
I loved this. Watching the interaction between Karen and Toby (who, come to think of it, never had any interaction when they really could have compared notes) and then him watching the three of them like an outsider in a science experiment. Very interesting.
this felt like such a true Toby moment. To nearly have it and watch every bit of it taken away. One day Toby will have it all...
i like this a lot. toby needs someone to go after him in a bad way. damn that jim halpert and his "everybody loves me"-ness.
“Dunder-Mifflin, this is Rolando.”“Hey. Quick, say something important.”“Umm… don’t wear horizontal stripes?”“No, I’m sorry, he’s not in right now, can I take a message?”“Michael on the prowl again?”“Mm-hmm… okay, he’s gone. Thanks. I don’t think I could take another suggestion for how to bag a date. So far I should either get knocked up or find some really old rich guy that doesn’t mind that I’ve been engaged before.”“Well I’m glad I could save you from that. So how are you?”“Good, good. I, umm, did something today that could either be considered really mature or really stupid. Up for your interpretation.”“Spill.”“Well Jim and Karen have been having a problem about living arrangements and, anyway, he kind of asked for my advice?”“Please tell me you told him to dump that bitch.”“Rolando! She’s not that bad.”“Whatever. Continue.”“And I kind of helped him… fix it.”“You didn’t.”“Yeah, I did. And, I don’t know, it was kind of like shoving a letter opener through my heart, or something, but I guess that’s part of moving on? What do you think?”“I think you’re a brave little toaster that should be selfish more often. But it sounds promising.”“Thanks.” “Well I have to go. Lou is getting out of that meeting with Jan in five minutes and he wanted me to defrost his car windows. Oops. I swear, he needs to be fired pronto. He spends about ten percent of his time here being a regional manager and the other ninety percent talking his mistress out of tattling to his wife. Tragic.”“Good luck with that. Talk to you later.”“Bye, hon.”Edited at 2008-06-23 12:47 am (UTC)
Oh this is so funny! Rolondo is... the receptionist in Karen's office? Damn my shoddy memory. I love the horizontal stripes line and the brave little toaster line and the fact that the receptionists have their own little support network.
Thanks! Yeah, he had a itty-bitty role in Branch Wars, so I had some room to play around with his character. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
After Toby was escorted out of the building by the guard, he kept Kelly company in the parking lot while she waited for Darryl and the band to finish packing up.They sat under the security light, and bored, Kelly went though his box full of papers and mementos from his years of working there. The papers were boring, but the pictures of Sasha were adorable and then there was the rock. Michael’s present.“Suck on this,” Kelly read out loud. Toby didn’t look at her.“Why do you have this?” she asked before throwing the rock as far as she could. She imagined it hitting Michael’s car and shattering a window even though she knew she didn’t throw it that high and Michael was gone.It was still a nice thought.She picked up Toby’s camera and played with it, finding a photo of him and Pam. They both looked so uncomfortable.“You know she’s in love with--”“Yeah,” he said. “I know.”She frowned as she clicked through more pictures. “You totally have to get rid of this.”“Please,” Toby said, his hand on her wrist. “Please don’t chuck my new camera.”“I won’t,” she said. Without asking permission, she deleted all the pictures of him and Pam. “Oh,” he said sadly. “My pictures.”“Trust me. You don’t want pictures like that. You need happy pictures. Pictures that won’t make you sad. Take one with me.” She held the camera away from them and clicked.There, she thought as she looked at the picture. Much better.She looked super cute; Toby looked a little stunned.It was still a huge improvement over his pictures with Pam.“I look so cute,” she said. “Will you send me a copy?”“Sure. About the pictures you just--”“Will you write me?” she interrupted.He sighed, resigned over losing the pictures. “If you want me to.”“Totally,” she said. “We can be pen pals. Email pals. Can I come visit you in Costa Rica?”He blinked. “You want to visit me?”“Yeah. It would be fun. We could hang out at the beach. Speaking of which,” she said looking at him. “Promise me you’ll get a tan. You’re so pale. It’s weird how pale you are. No offense.”He seemed more tired than offended. “I really don’t get tan. I stay pale or burn or freckle.”“Hmm,” she said. Neither of them said anything and she wondered how much longer Darryl would be. She smiled at Toby and said, “It’s okay if you don’t tan. All that matters is that you’re super crazy happy there. You’ll be happier there, right, Toby?”He took a breath and mumbled, “I... I don’t know.” He tried to smile at her, but only managed to look sadder. “I just don’t know.”Wow. That was so, so depressing.She wanted to tell him something to cheer him up. To make him happy. She wanted to tell him that it was just starting to hit her how much she’d miss him. And that the girls in Costa Rica would be so much hotter than Pam. And that she would never, ever play Dunderball with stupid Holly. And that she had always thought he was nice and cute (even though he was kind of old and losing his hair) and if she were single she would totally let him get to at least second base with her tonight as a going away present but she was with Darryl and she was so not a slut.She really wanted to tell him about a commercial she had seen last night with this guy who reminded her of him. The guy in the ad was sad like Toby and had a rain cloud over his head until he took some pills and then the rain cloud changed into a huge smiley-faced sun. The guy had a huge smile on his face too.Kelly wanted to buy Toby lots and lots of those pills so he could smile like that.But when she tried to tell him all that, she found her voice wasn’t really working so she took one of his hands (pale, freckly and oddly huge yet kind of nice at the same time) into hers and couldn’t shake the sudden feeling that she had missed out on something that could have been really good for her. The feeling that she was losing something she hadn’t even known she wanted.This was so weird.He squeezed her hand and when she leaned into him for a hug he felt solid and warm, and when he asked in his gentle voice why she was crying she didn’t even know how to answer.
aww i really liked this. kelly feeling bad for toby but not being able to express it the way she wants. this was my fave: Kelly wanted to buy Toby lots and lots of those pills so he could smile like that. that was just...right.
Karen should find it ridiculous that the light spray jetting out of the fountain and tickling her arm is making her feel some weird emotional cocktail of dejected and annoyed. She should dry her eyes and find a ride home, before all her friends make plans and she’s left a mere vagrant on the streets of New York City. She should be grateful that the camera crew wrapped up for the day before this whole breaking her heart in public thing, that there won’t be some tangible reminder of her duress and embarrassment caught on tape for the world to see. But she isn’t any of those things, because the worst part of it all is that it isn’t completely his fault. She’ll tell herself that later, under the influence of Häagen-Dazs and tequila and bad chick flicks, but right now her head is painfully clear and all it seems to want to remember is Jim saying yes when she asked him if he still had feelings for another girl. And she just walked away. But not to splitsville, oh no. To long nights of talking through their feelings. Like his denial and her stern looks would change his heart. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She recognizes that now, but she supposes there’s a reason why they say that hindsight is 2020. She’s clutching a napkin in her hand (because she hadn’t come prepared for tears when she’d packed her purse before they left, only for mustard and crumbs) when she glances up and does a double take. “Jan?”The other woman glances up, the box of her personal effects balanced precariously on her knee and a planter by the fountain.“Karen.” And she says it like she’s still in that office back up there ten stories, all professional and precise and competent. If she hadn’t witnessed her demolition herself she’d probably think this was just a normal coffee break for her. “What are you doing out here. I thought you left after-““Michael’s bringing the car around.” Jan clarifies quickly, tapping one finger after the other in a slow progression against the cardboard, each making a louder and deeper sound like they’re spiraling down. “You?”“Me?” Karen brings her hand to her chest, balled up napkin and all, as if there is anyone else she would be referring to. “I’m… waiting too.”Why not lie? It’s not like Jan can discipline her, not now. Jan nods, but questions her. “For?”“For… for…” Karen buries her head in her hands. “For a bus to come and hit me.”“Jim?”“Yeah. How did you know?”“Well let’s just say I’ve known Jim and Pam a long time.”Karen presses her heel of her hand against her eyelids until she sees sparks.“Oh god. I’m that girl, aren’t I? The stupid love interest that’s just a distraction until May sweeps.”It surprises her when Jan puts a hand on her back. The other woman had never really seemed like the affectionate type, but apparently getting a boob job and being fired does strange things to people.“Don’t be too hard on yourself.”And it almost makes her feel bad for mocking her, back when jobs were still open and boyfriends weren’t exes and her life hadn’t taken a sudden and unexpected turn for the worse. And then down a few flights of stair onto concrete. “I’m sorry about your job.” She says it as Michael pulls up, waving like a little kid out the school bus window at her. Jan straightens, jutting out her breasts (whether knowingly or not) and flipping her hair back.“I’m not.”Karen nods at that, not quite believing her but willing to pretend, knowing that later, when her friends ask her if she’s alright and she says that she’s fine, they’ll agree in just the same way and she won’t mind that merciful lie at all. Because now Karen knows a little something about hard-core self-destruction. Edited at 2008-06-27 03:55 pm (UTC)
I like this a lot. You've captured both of them very well.
Thank you so much!
nicely done. i completely agree that your characterization is right on for this moment.
Michael was reading the two page e-mail Dunder Mifflin had sent out involving the current job position of Ryan Howard. He wasn't really reading, more like skimming. But he had skimmed enough to read the words "fired" and "no longer able to apply for a job" and "facing up to fifteen years." He couldn't help but feel his heart sink for the poor little guy. It was hard to remember Ryan as the temp. who started the fire with the image of him in handcuffs plastered all over the news. The worst part was the after effect. Michael had spent most of his working days signing release form after releasing form, insuring the integrity and privacy of the company.Michael was thinking about all the ways they would try to harm Ryan in prison, when a gentle knock came at his door."Come in," he yelled. To his disappointment, Holly Flax was accompanied by a new stack of paperwork that, no doubt, Michael would have to sign."Uh Michael, I've gone through these and I've highlighted where you have to sign. I've already signed the HR stuff." He could hear the frustration in Holly's voice. She had been signing paperwork all afternoon as well."Alright," he said, "you can just put them -""Whoa!" Holly interrupted, "Is that a...Seiko Timepiece Certificate?" She was staring at his certificate with awe and curiosity. Her mouth had dropped open, but she was smiling with wonder like a child. "Hm?" Michael looked up at the paper with surprise, "Oh yeah...that thing."Holly gently approached the back wall where the certificate was hung, never once breaking her gaze. Michael stood up as she began touching the outside of the frame."That's really cool, Michael!" she said with a smile as she began stroking the outside of the frame. Michael politely returned the smile as he enjoyed this little break from work. Suddenly, Holly's hand shot down to her side."Oh sorry," she said with guilt as she looked at Michael. "That's probably really important...I shouldn't have touched it like that.""That's what she said." Crap, Michael thought, you're not supposed to do that remember....especially to the HR girl! Michael anticipated every kind of disgusted look on Holly's face, but he could never have anticipated what she really did.Holly, instead, smiled and laughed! He realized how pretty her laugh really was, whole - hearted, from the soul; she didn't seem like one of those people who would fake a laugh either."That was a good one!" She said as she continued to laugh."That's what she said, too!" Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing; Holly, a girl, actually laughing at a "that's what she said." He could feel his face get warm as he began laughing, as well. When the triumphant sound of laughter died down, and Michael's office was once again silent, Holly began to make her way towards the door."Well," she said with a smile, "Here are those papers..." she gently laid the stack of papers on the edge of Michael's desk. "I better...get back to work.""Yeah," Michael agreed, "I have some stuff to do," he motioned toward the papers, "But I guess you already knew that..."Holly laughed as she turned the handle on the door."Oh, Michael," she turned so she could make eye contact with him, "You're probably the funniest boss I've ever had."She left without hearing Michael's quiet, "Thank you." And she left without seeing Michael's proud smile.
This was so adorable, I loved it.
Aw, this is very, very cute.
The morning after he sleeps with Michael, Oscar feels more than a little awful. Partly because of the hangover, mostly because waking up with Michael reminds Oscar that Gil is gone. And with Gil gone, he apparently has one-night stands with people like Michael Scott.It's not the sort of thing that makes a man feel good about himself."Michael." Oscar pokes Michael's back. "Wake up."It takes a while of this for Michael to finally open his eyes. Oscar waits for the gay panic to set in, but Michael seems unfazed by being naked while looking up at a wearing-a-bathrobe Oscar. The only explanation Oscar can think of: Michael was drunk enough last night to turn the sex into an extremely hazy non-memory. (If only Oscar had gotten drunk enough to cause him to forget how Michael can be kind of nice when tipsy and broken up over a failed relationship of his own.) That, or Michael has managed to become completely comfortable with his non-straight proclivities sometime in the past few hours. (He doesn't think such a quick jump out of the closet is possible.)"Good morning," Oscar says after a long, weird silence. "Morning," Michael says. "Did you sleep on the couch or something?"He sighs. It's the first possibility. "Yes. I slept on the couch," he says with a touch of sarcasm that most people would catch onto.Michael doesn't seem to. "Sorry for taking over your bed, then. And taking off my clothes. I don't usually sleep naked," he says, narrowing his eyes as if in thought. "Did I puke on myself?" he says slowly. "No," Oscar replies. "Your clothes are over there." He points to a spot on the floor. He was going to pick them up and fold them, but decided it best he wake up Michael and get him out of his house. "We will never speak of this again.""Okay?" Michael says. "Good," he replies, ignoring the questioning in his tone. He goes into the bathroom, gives Michael what he thinks is enough time to get his clothes on and leave. But when he emerges, Michael is still in bed. He's turned on the TV and is switching from channel to channel. "Do you get all the movie channels, or just the gay movie channels?" he asks. "Either way. Whatever floats your boat. Just don't want to see channel after channel of dudes kissing." He scrunches up his face as if he's tasted something bad, then tries his best to seem nonchalant. "But, again. That's your bidness. What's on your TV. But I am a guest, so I shouldn't be made to feel too uncomfortable."Oscar goes back into the bathroom.
Kelly squeals as the opening credits roll, the laughing shots of each player flashing on the screen in time with the theme music as Ryan sits slouched against the arm chair. Yet another sticky reality show that she sits him in front of on weeknights until his eyes rot out and his brain dribbles out his ear. She’d already got him hooked on American Idol, and he’d never forgive her for that alone. “And when is this one on?” he sighs already x-ing out days in his date planner (yes he has one, shut up) that will inevitably be filled with… Big Brother.“Sunday.” Kelly pauses, “And Tuesday… Thursday too.”“For the love of-“ but she shushes him as the show’s logo appears and the show begins. He can vaguely follow it, knows about POVs and HOHs and evictions, but the people and alliances disappear and shift so quickly that they’re greased in butter and slip right out of his memory. Not that he really cares enough to keep them straight, but he likes to know what he’s watching three nights a week. “Awwww.” Kelly coos as two house guests walk on camera, fiddling with the bedspread. “Aren’t they cute?”The blonde girl shakes out the sheets and straightens them across the mattress as the guy, Eric, he thinks, settles the comforter on his head. Someone’s drunk.Ryan squints at the screen.“Isn’t this a game of emotional manipulation? Why would they get involved on camera?”Kelly rolls her eyes and sighs. “You, like, do not understand at all. This is true love! He totally would sacrifice himself for her if he needed to.”She then sidles up to him, hugging herself to his arm in the way that made him nervous and provokes in him the instinct to bolt for the door.“Do you think we could be like them? I mean, when our TV show airs and we’re the reality stars, we’re totally going to have fans that will ask for our autographs and stuff! But we’ll have to keep the paparazzi away from our wedding and I’m not sure how all this will affect little Usher…” (he’d learned to distinguish between Usher the singer and little Usher their future imaginary offspring.) ”… but we’ll deal. Oh my God! We’re the new Eric and Jessica!”It’s then that it dawns on him that yes, this documentary will eventually air on nationally broadcast television. Yes, his friends will make fun of him to no end for the lipstick smears and squeals and love sick rhymes and stupid, uncontrollable grins on his part. And yes, his mother will call him, scream into the phone in bouncy chatters and ask him why he hasn’t brought home that nice Indian girl from work home to dinner. Sometimes he hates his life.Yet as the two people on screen settle together on top of the covers. and Kelly sets her head lightly on his shoulder, he guesses there could be worse things than carrying on a showmance with a cute girl.
Using scratch paper and colored pencils, Pam drew houses and flowers, gardens and sunsets. Sasha preferred crayons - with names like goldenrod and periwinkle that filled Pam with nostalgia - and drawing animals. Bears and crocodiles; hippos and giraffes.“Those are great,” Pam said, hoping it didn’t sound too fake. She always felt weird around kids - even sweet ones like Sasha. She was always worried they didn’t like her.Sasha didn’t answer her, her pale eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she finished coloring in her giraffe. Below the giraffe, in the right-hand corner, Sasha began drawing a snake.“I hate snakes,” Pam said.Sasha looked up at her and smiled. She was missing a tooth. “I love snakes.” She hissed and Pam laughed.Sasha finished coloring the snake and pushed the paper away. “When’s my dad coming back?”“A couple more minutes,” Pam said. Toby had had the day off and had planned to take Sasha to an amusement park, but had been called in on some last-minute HR emergency teleconference. Pam had offered to watch Sasha for the length of the phone call.“Good,” Sasha said. Then she frowned. “I hate Rhode Island.”Pam laughed, surprised. Where had that random thought come from? “Why do you hate Rhode Island?”“I don’t know,” Sasha said. “We're probably gonna move there. Me and Mom and John. Rhode Island is stupid.”Pam watched the girl for a few seconds before asking, “Why Rhode Island?”Sasha shrugged. “I don’t know.”Pam thought about this. Toby had been acting weird lately. Dazed some of the time; snippy some of the time; depressed all the time. No wonder.God. Poor Toby.“It’s a secret,” Sasha said. “I’m not supposed to tell my dad yet.”Oh no, Pam thought, her smile frozen to her face.“He’s going to be sad,” Sasha said. Then she frowned again. “My dad’s eyes are always sad. Even when he’s happy, he’s sad.”That was a depressingly astute observation for an eight year old to have about her father.“Do you want to play cards?” Pam asked, anxious to change the subject. "We can play Crazy Eights."“I bet there are a lot of gorillas in stupid Rhode Island,” Sasha said. She had earlier confided in Pam she hated gorillas. “Well...”“Daddy!” Sasha called happily when Toby walked over to them. “Look at the pictures I drew for you.”Pam watched them both as Toby oohed and aahed over the pictures of the animals. “They’re beautiful. I’ll put them on the fridge.”Toby looked at Pam. “Thank you so much, Pam. I owe you big time.” He said the last bit shyly, nervously and she wondered, and not the first time, what she had done to make him so uncomfortable around her.“Any time,” she said. “See you soon, Sasha.”Sasha met Pam's eyes, appearing almost tired, looking older than her eight years. Pam was suddenly struck by how much she looked like Toby. Similar coloring, similar features.Similar weary expression on her face.Her moving would kill him, Pam thought to herself. “Bye Pam,” Sasha waved.She watched Toby help Sasha with her jacket, heard him talk about the kind of rides they’d go on at the amusement park, what kind of fried foods they’d eat. “Fried buffalo,” Toby said and there was a lightness, almost a goofiness to his voice that Pam had never heard before. “Fried llama.”Sasha giggled. “Fried snake.” She hissed again and Toby laughed. “Have fun,” Pam said. “Bring me back some fried snake.”The two of them left and Pam went back to her work and tried hard not to think about fathers and daughters and tried very hard not to think about Rhode Island.
I've read this four times today. I love your Toby stories so much, even when he's on the periphery. The dialogue between Pam and Sasha was pitch perfect; I particularly loved "I bet there are a lot of gorillas in stupid Rhode Island." So sweet.
She bumps into Andy in a grocery story in Utica. In an attempt at politeness (and because she's bored enough to be sort of curious), she asks him why he's there and how he's doing and he says something about losing that stupid ball-and-chain Angela (he doesn't sound okay when he says it) and a sister's he's visiting. She never even knew about him and Angela but she tries her best to make her surprise seem more like sympathy.She pats him on the back and says, "I'm sure there's less judgmental fish in the sea."He smiles when she says it. It stirs something in her, and she remembers when she sat in the same office as him (before she had dashed expectations of meeting someone and it turning into a life filled with something more than just work and papers sales and ambition).He asks, "How are you, Karen?" complete with his typical strange affectations and emphasis in all the wrong places (how are youu, Karen) . She feels more stirring and wishes she would have been a little nicer to him in the past, because even though he's weird he's still kind of a person.But she doesn't feel so bad that she doesn't curtly let herself out of any continued conversation and hurry back to her apartment, where she's greeted by white walls and the same furniture she's been used to for years in an arrangement that has yet to feel like home.Edited at 2008-07-13 02:32 am (UTC)
I have a sort of unrelated question, sorry. Delete this if it's not kosher. I'm relatively new to this fandom... but have seen no Michael/Jim fic whatsoever. At all. Which I find weird, as you can find literally any other pairing somewhere--and seeing all the VERY obscure pairings on this list of prompts but no Jim/Michael perplexes me even further. Does that pairing simply not exist in the fandom? I find that very odd, as nothing else seems to be absent. I'd appreciate at least some response, because I'm basically puzzled by this.
"Pam. Are you busy?""Yes." Pam speedily clicked away from the Free Cell game she'd been in the middle of, bringing up the Dunder Mifflin website instead."Okay well, I need you to drop everything immediately.""Why, Dwight?"Lowly, conspiratorially, he told her, "Michael has put me on a very important, top-secret project. A project that you are a very integral part of."Pam threw a furtive glance up toward the camera, then toward Jim, who was immersed in a tickle-fight of sorts with Karen. Sighing, she said, "I'm not going to your beet farm with you, Dwight. Ryan told me about the initiation."Dwight made a face as if she were insane. "Why would I initiate you as a salesman, Pam? You're just a receptionist."She sighed again, letting her annoyance be known. "What do you want, Dwight?" She hadn't exactly been in the best mood lately, seeing Jim and Karen fawn all over each other. In fact, she'd been downright depressed about it."What's the fastest way to get to your place?"That caught her off-guard. "What?""Michael wants me to find out the quickest way to get to your place." He held a small notepad and pencil at the ready, waiting for her. When he got no response, he added, "Standard procedure," as if that were explanation enough."For... what, exactly?""In case any danger may befall you at home, Michael wanted to make sure we had a documented, fast route to your house."It sounded Michael enough, but she was still skeptical. Carefully, she gave him the directions, glimpsing at the camera occasionally as she did so. Dwight nodded along with her directions and scribbled furiously, the nodding speeding up as they neared the end."Yeah, okay, great, shut up, thanks Pam," he spouted off before she stopped talking, and he walked away.Pam threw her hands up and let them fall to the reception desk, looking at the camera with wide, confused eyes as she shook her head. Within mere seconds, the cameramen were filming Jim and Karen once more and Pam was left to her thoughts.Later that night, after finishing off a frozen dinner for one, Pam sat down with one of her sketch books to work out her latest frustration with Jim and Karen by doing some angry-looking landscapes. Before she could get started, a knock on the door drew her attention.Upon opening the door, she saw no one. She furrowed her brow and leaned out the door, panning her gaze to the far left and far right of her front steps. Still no one. That was when she looked down.On her doorstep was a tiny teddy bear with a red bow-tie, holding a fistful of poorly-picked daisies -- roots and dirt were still attached to them. Pam made a face and picked up the bear, turning it over to find a note attached. It simply said:Pam,Please cheer up. From Dwight.A slight chuckle burst from her lips without conscious thought, and Pam suddenly found herself smiling -- grinning, even. And when she looked up again, it was to see nothing more than the tail lights of a Trans Am making their way down her street.Edited at 2008-09-04 04:15 am (UTC)
WELL NOW, THAT IS JUST FREAKIN' ADORABLE. :D Aww!
I absolutely LOVE noncannon couples! Great work! ;]