A/N: Was (finally) inspired in a Paric direction. It's along similar lines to 'Learning Experiences' etc. and has a *slight* reference to 'Come Ride With Me' (but you don't need to have read it). Anyways, hope you enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Greased Lightening?
"I'm not sure this is a good idea," Pam commented, eyeing Eric's latest purchase dubiously.
"What's wrong with it?" Eric asked, eyeing the motorbike lovingly.
"You can't even ride a normal bicycle," Pam reminded him, crossing her arms, "how do you expect to control a motorbike?"
"Oh ye of little faith," he teased as he took a seat, "easy as falling off a log," he said confidently.
"Well, you'd know," Pam countered.
Eric chose to ignore her comment and looked up at her with a grin, "Care to join me?"
Pam took a step back, "No thank you."
Eric shrugged a shoulder, "Suit yourself," he said easily, turning on the engine.
The bike barely moved an inch before it stalled.
"Don't say a word," Eric warned her, adjusting his hold on the gears and moving to start it again.
Pam bit back a smirk, "I wouldn't dare."
"If Bill can ride one, then so can I," Eric added.
"Of course," she agreed, looking amused.
This time Eric gave it to much power and the bike shot out from underneath him, leaving him sprawled on the ground and it stuck in a nearby hedge.
"You put me off," Eric said finally.
Pam sniggered, "I'll go inside," she told him, heading back into the house.
Eric waited until she was inside before he got to his feet, wiping the dirt of his clothes as he did so. He went to retrieve the bike from the hedge, "You will not win," he warned it as he pulled it free.
Inside the house Pam was calmly flicking through a magazine when the motorbike suddenly came crashing through the window. It narrowly avoided the couch she was sitting on before it crashed into the door and fell on its side.
Pam raised an eyebrow as she looked from the bike to where Eric was peeping guiltily through the motorbike sized hole in the window.
"It's not as easy as it looks," he commented sheepishly.
"Evidently."
"I think I'll just stick to driving cars," he added, coming into the room to collect his bike.
"That would be wise," Pam agreed drily, turning back to her magazine.
"We won't talk about this again," Eric stipulated, wheeling the bike back towards the window.
"You really should stop trying new things," Pam said easily, turning the page in her magazine, "it's severely curtailing my conversation topics."
Eric shot her a dark look, "Hilarious."
"Yes you are," Pam agreed, ducking behind her magazine to conceal her amusement.
Eric pulled a face at her, "Insubordinate brat," he muttered under his breath as he pushed the motorbike back out through the window.
Pam giggled and he fought back a smile at the sound, "Your time will come, my sweet," he said pleasantly over his shoulder.
Pam's only response was to laugh and Eric mustered what was left of his dignity as he continued to wheel the bike away.
Needless to say, it was a long time before Eric tried any other form of transport involving less than four wheels.