Another Office fic of mine. I got the idea late last night, right before falling asleep. Jim/Pam. Read and review.

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"Charlotte! Come in here! School starts in twenty minutes!" Pam yelled down the hall.

"Yes mother, I'm well aware of that, mother," A sixteen year old with light brown, wavy hair and hazel eyes strolled into the hectic kitchen.

"Oh, don't give me that," Pam snapped. "It's your first day at a new school and I want you to be energized for all your fun tests and work." She happily gestured towards a plate of fluffy pancakes with a happy face made of chocolate chips on it. Charlotte rolled her eyes.

"Thanks, mom," she said, sullenly.

"Don't sound too grateful that your mother got up early to make pancakes for her sweet and polite sixteen-year-old, just to get an ungrateful response. You could make your own breakfast you know. Gee, what a concept." Pam said, sarcastically.

"THANKS, mom," Charlotte said, emphasizing the thanks and starting digging into her pancakes.

Now it was Pam's turn to roll her eyes as she handed Charlotte the syrup.

"You're welcome, darling."

Pam and her daughter always had this kind of sarcastic relationship. Pam was a lot more carefree after she had divorced Roy. That was fifteen years ago. It seemed like an eternity to Pam. It had been even longer since she had seen Jim. Eighteen or so years ago. It seemed longer. She was only forty-four. She wished it had worked with them. She always thought about him. Maybe he looked different. Maybe he acted differently. No, Jim would always be the same. That was how she reassured herself every time.

Eleven years earlier:

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"Mommy?" Charlotte asked in her bed. "Mommy, tell me a bedtime story."

Pam was almost stunned. Charlotte had never asked to hear a bedtime story before. She was always reading by herself.

"Um.."Pam struggled, trying to think of one. "I don't know if I know any great ones, Lotty."

"It's okay," Charlotte comforted. "I don't know any stories ether."

Pam laughed at this comment and sat at the edge of her bed.

"Well, I do know one fairy-tale," Pam said, thinking.

"What is it?" Charlotte asked, excitedly.

"Well...Once upon a time there was a Prince." Pam started.

"What was his name?" Charlotte asked, already into the story.

Pam thought for a moment. "His name was Prince Jim."

Charlotte thought for a moment, as if to digest this information and see if she liked the name, and nodded in approval.

Pam continued. "Prince Jim was assistant to the jester of the King at Dunder Mifflin. He was sweet to everybody. Even the wishful seamstress, who was dreadfully in love with the prince. Her name was Pam."

Charlotte's eyes widened as she realized that Pam was in the story, too. Pam nodded, as if acknowledging that she knew what Lotty was thinking.

"One day, he was walking out of the castle when he heard a high-pitched scream. Prince Jim pulled out his sword and ran to the forest, where he saw a distressed damsel. He realized that it was his beloved Pam, trapped by a vicious dragon! Jim slayed the dragon and freed Pam! Prince Jim realized that he loved her. He pulled her into an earth-shattering kiss. They were in love." Pam's expression was wistful. She was caught up in the story too. "They got married and lived happily ever after."

Charlotte seemed well satisfied with this ending. Pam forced a smile and kissed her good-night. She turned off the lights in Charlotte's room and closed the door, leaning against it. "Of course," Pam said, defeated. "It is only a fairy-tale"

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"Mom...? Mom?" Charlotte said, waving her hand that was decorated with colorful rings in front of Pam's face.

"Oh, sorry," Pam said, shaking her head to get out of her trance. She had been thinking to that night when she had told Lotty the fairy-tale.

"It's okay, we just have got to leave for school," Charlotte said, pointing to the clock.

"That time, already?! Get in the car, Charlotte, I just have to grab my purse."

Pam hurried to her bedroom and snatched her brown purse next to her bedside table. She searched for her wallet, looking to see if she had her driver's license in there. She was almost caught off-guard by a picture she had put in her wallet years ago. It was a small picture, just perfect to fit in a wallet. It showed Jim laughing at something Pam had said, and Pam smiling. Neither of them had known the picture was being taken, everything was candid. Pam looked away from the photograph.

"Of course," She mumbled. "It's only a fairy-tale."

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So, how did you like it? Read and review please! I am certainly continuing this and I have it all planned out! Yay!