Fic: The Best Is Yet To Come (The Office)
The Best Is Yet To Come
by Tracy (lunarknightz)
Characters/Pairing: Jim/Pam
Rating: PG
Summary: The future is something they never could have dreamed in the past.
Word Count: 618
Disclaimer: The goggles! They make me own nothing!
Prompt/Request: tv/jello/pencil
Authors Note: Written for office_ficathon.future fic. While it is set about 6 to 7 years in the future, there are no spoilers past the pilot. And also, fluff.
The bedroom was dark and cold when Pam awoke with a start. She turned over and looked at the clock, the bright green neon numbers reported the time as three fifteen in the morning. In the distance, she could hear Jim’s voice, low and quiet, coming from the living room. Certain that something wasn’t right, Pam pulled herself up out of bed gingerly. She slipped on her favorite white fuzzy slippers and the matching robe, and waddled out of the bedroom in search of her husband.
The tv was on in the living room, the only light on in the entire house at the moment. Jim was indeed talking onscreen, a younger Jim during a “talking head” portion of the documentary filmed at Dunder Mifflin what seemed like so long ago.
“If I left, what would I do with all this useless information in my head, you know?” The televised Jim said with a sheepish grin. “Tonnage price of manila folders? Um, Pam’s favorite flavor of yogurt, which is mixed berry.”
“I can’t handle yogurt at all these days.” Pam said, the right now, present day article said drowning out her past self. She’d been so…naïve back then. Hindsight was twenty-twenty, but looking back, hell it made you feel like an idiot. Spotting Jim’s tousled hair sticking over the back of the couch. She walked around and sat down gently beside him.
“Hey you.” Jim’s face lit up at the sight of his wife. “I was trying to let you sleep.”
“Sleep is way overrated. But thanks for the effort. Is everything okay?” Their four-year-old daughter, Juliet, was currently sprawled over Jim’s lap, asleep.
“Nightmare.” He replied. “A bad one. With monsters. She couldn’t get back to sleep right away, so we had some hot cocoa and I thought a little bit of educational television might just do the trick of getting her back to lullaby land.”
“Nothing involving Michael Scott can be considered educational.”
“But,” Jim quipped with a grin, “Now she knows that there is nothing scarier in this world than Michael. Except, possibly Dwight.”
“True.” Pam smiled. “I can’t believe you found this on TV at this time in the morning.”
“Actually, it’s on TIVO.”
“You put this on TIVO?”
“I have recorded stupider things.” Jim shrugged. “Besides, it is kind of fun to look back and see what we were like back then.”
“I can do without the trip down memory lane, myself.” Pam sighed.
“Hey, it doesn’t matter where we were, it matters where we end up.” Jim said, lifting up his arm. Pam leaned over, putting her head on his shoulder. “And I really like where we are at now.”
“Me too.”
The adventures of the office played on.
“You know, you missed the part where I put up the barricade of pencils around my desk. It drove Dwight nuts. I can rewind if you want.”
Pam shook her head. “I like the part where Dwight finds that you put his stapler in Jello. Again.”
“He still falls for that, you know.”
”Some things never change.” Pam says with a grin, watching the past Michael frolic on screen.
Jim looked down at his sleeping daughter, took in the sight of her curly light brown pigtails and freckles across her tiny nose and cheeks. He looked over at Pam, who was even more beautiful now than she was when Jim had met her on his first day at the office in Scranton. His gaze drifted down to Pam’s midsection, at the gentle swell where their future son was growing. The Jim years ago could have never imagined being this happy.
“And some things only get better.” Jim said, kissing Pam’s forehead gently.
by Tracy (lunarknightz)
Characters/Pairing: Jim/Pam
Rating: PG
Summary: The future is something they never could have dreamed in the past.
Word Count: 618
Disclaimer: The goggles! They make me own nothing!
Prompt/Request: tv/jello/pencil
Authors Note: Written for office_ficathon.future fic. While it is set about 6 to 7 years in the future, there are no spoilers past the pilot. And also, fluff.
The bedroom was dark and cold when Pam awoke with a start. She turned over and looked at the clock, the bright green neon numbers reported the time as three fifteen in the morning. In the distance, she could hear Jim’s voice, low and quiet, coming from the living room. Certain that something wasn’t right, Pam pulled herself up out of bed gingerly. She slipped on her favorite white fuzzy slippers and the matching robe, and waddled out of the bedroom in search of her husband.
The tv was on in the living room, the only light on in the entire house at the moment. Jim was indeed talking onscreen, a younger Jim during a “talking head” portion of the documentary filmed at Dunder Mifflin what seemed like so long ago.
“If I left, what would I do with all this useless information in my head, you know?” The televised Jim said with a sheepish grin. “Tonnage price of manila folders? Um, Pam’s favorite flavor of yogurt, which is mixed berry.”
“I can’t handle yogurt at all these days.” Pam said, the right now, present day article said drowning out her past self. She’d been so…naïve back then. Hindsight was twenty-twenty, but looking back, hell it made you feel like an idiot. Spotting Jim’s tousled hair sticking over the back of the couch. She walked around and sat down gently beside him.
“Hey you.” Jim’s face lit up at the sight of his wife. “I was trying to let you sleep.”
“Sleep is way overrated. But thanks for the effort. Is everything okay?” Their four-year-old daughter, Juliet, was currently sprawled over Jim’s lap, asleep.
“Nightmare.” He replied. “A bad one. With monsters. She couldn’t get back to sleep right away, so we had some hot cocoa and I thought a little bit of educational television might just do the trick of getting her back to lullaby land.”
“Nothing involving Michael Scott can be considered educational.”
“But,” Jim quipped with a grin, “Now she knows that there is nothing scarier in this world than Michael. Except, possibly Dwight.”
“True.” Pam smiled. “I can’t believe you found this on TV at this time in the morning.”
“Actually, it’s on TIVO.”
“You put this on TIVO?”
“I have recorded stupider things.” Jim shrugged. “Besides, it is kind of fun to look back and see what we were like back then.”
“I can do without the trip down memory lane, myself.” Pam sighed.
“Hey, it doesn’t matter where we were, it matters where we end up.” Jim said, lifting up his arm. Pam leaned over, putting her head on his shoulder. “And I really like where we are at now.”
“Me too.”
The adventures of the office played on.
“You know, you missed the part where I put up the barricade of pencils around my desk. It drove Dwight nuts. I can rewind if you want.”
Pam shook her head. “I like the part where Dwight finds that you put his stapler in Jello. Again.”
“He still falls for that, you know.”
”Some things never change.” Pam says with a grin, watching the past Michael frolic on screen.
Jim looked down at his sleeping daughter, took in the sight of her curly light brown pigtails and freckles across her tiny nose and cheeks. He looked over at Pam, who was even more beautiful now than she was when Jim had met her on his first day at the office in Scranton. His gaze drifted down to Pam’s midsection, at the gentle swell where their future son was growing. The Jim years ago could have never imagined being this happy.
“And some things only get better.” Jim said, kissing Pam’s forehead gently.