This takes place over an unspecified period of time.

Holly:

I've been here for a few months now and I've pretty much gotten into the swing of things.

I heard stories about Michael before I came here. Everyone told me one horror story or another, but it hasn't been too bad. Sure he has his moments occasionally but he calms down soon afterwards and he apologizes before going back in his office.

According to Jim, he's been reining himself in pretty tightly since I arrived.

(Tilts her head as a knowing smile spreads across her face but then it changes back to a normal smile when she remembers the camera)

Anyway. It seems as if Andy and Angela have gotten nowhere with their wedding planning. And it's not for a lack of trying on Andy's part.

And in other wedding news: Jim proposed to Pam. They tried to keep it a secret, but Kelly saw the ring (Gives the camera a knowing look). And they've been planning up a storm even as Pam went off to go to Pratt. They say they're shooting for December and want to take an extra long Christmas break for their honeymoon.

They were lying on their bed with their feet towards the head. Travel brochures were strewn all around them-on top of the covers and all over the floor. Jim had gone through an entire stack of them, making suggestions for possible honeymoon destinations.

Pam nixed each one, and with the third time they went through the stack, Jim sent a brochure flying and it fluttered down to land somewhere in the bedroom with each "No".

They were on their backs now. Jim had one arm thrown over his eyes. He felt more than a little frustrated at how Pam seemed to be so against everything. He was completely at a loss. She'd even said no to Paris and Rome.

An irritated sigh escaped him before he could stop it. It was almost a given that Pam would hear.

And of course she did. Pam rolled over onto her stomach and looked at Jim. She could clearly see the anger beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth. She knew she was being difficult, but there was a reason behind why they were currently in this situation.

Pam gently nudged Jim's shoulder. "Jim? Honey? I know you're getting mad, but could you look at me?"

Jim lifted his arm off of his face so that they could make eye contact.

"I know you worked real hard to look into all these places, but I had to say no to all of them because I already have a place in mind."

"OK…" Jim dragged out the last syllable as he tried to comprehend what Pam was doing. "So what were you thinking?"

Pam grinned widely. "How about Australia?"

But Jim just frowned in confusion. "Australia?"

She nodded. "After you left, all I could think of when you were supposed to be on that trip was 'I wonder what Jim's doing now,' and 'I wish I could be there with him.'"

"But I didn't go," Jim said quietly.

"Well I didn't know it at the time. So c'mon, Jim," Pam nudged him with an elbow. "Let's take all that sadness and turn it into happy memories."

Jim was quiet for the longest time, and Pam became slightly nervous. But then he smiled brightly and said, "Alright."

"OK!" Pam leaned down for a quick peck, but Jim snaked a hand behind her neck to drag it out for a few more seconds.

"Australia it is," she said, slightly breathless once he released her. "I'll make the calls."

"I found it! I found the perfect dress!" Pam whispered excitedly as she bounced into the break room. She'd taken the morning off to go dress hunting with her mother.

Jim looked up from his snack and smiled at his fiance's excitement. "And?" he encouraged.

"It's white. It's beautiful. It's strapless," Pam sat herself down next to Jim. "And that's all you're getting until you see me walking down the aisle."

"Oh come on," Jim cajoled lightly. "You've got to give me more than-wait. Strapless in December? In Pennsylvania?"

"Yeah. My mom convinced them to throw in a wrap at half price."

"Wow. So I can't see it until we're at the altar?"

"Yup."

"Not even a peek?"

"Not even that."

"Damn."

"Suck it, Halpert."

Jim just winked, making her blush despite herself.

Pam:

When I was telling Kelly and Holly about my dress in the break room, Angela overheard that it's going to be white and said something about me not fooling anybody. Then Michael passed by and said "That's what she said." Kelly, Holly, and I had a good laugh at that.

(Pause. Pam purses her lips in thought)

I think that's the first time that line's ever worked for him. I'm actually kind of proud.

Jim:

I heard Angela's comment. Michael saved the day that time. And I noticed Phyllis giving Angela a dirtier look than usual. Wonder what that's all about.

Pam:

So my dress is taken care of. We had a bit of a hiccup with Jim's tuxedo, but it turned out to be easily fixable.

(Points her thumbs at herself and does a silent cheer for the camera)

"Hey," Pam said brightly as Jim came through the door of their apartment one Saturday. "How did it go? Did you pick out a tux?"

"No," Jim said as he dumped himself next to her on the couch with a sigh.

Pam turned away from her laptop on the coffee table and pushed her glasses up her nose so that she could see Jim better. He was sitting low on the sofa with his butt almost hanging off the edge. For a second there, she could almost see a sullen teenager coming home after a bad day at school.

"What's wrong?"

"It feels weird renting a tux for my own wedding," Jim said with a sigh. "I want something I can keep and store away, you know? I remember going up to the attic with my dad, brother, and sister and laughing when Dad found the tux he got married in and kept on saying it still fit when it didn't."

He sighed. "I want to do that with our kids someday."

Pam smiled and patted Jim's still flat belly, marveling at how easy it was for her to picture him several years down the line with a bunch of kids that looked like them, trying to button a once perfectly fitted tuxedo jacket over his flabby gut.

"Thought you might think that. So I did a bit of research while you were out."

Jim hoisted himself up so that he was sitting properly on the couch. "Oh?"

Pam turned her laptop towards Jim to show him the open internet browser which showed a variety of tuxedoes that could be bought online.

"They all cost about the same as one of your good suits," she said as he scrolled down the page. "Plus, they're not hemmed so if you decide to get one of them, you can get it properly fitted."

Jim made a sound to show that he was listening as he clicked on a link and pointed to a two button tuxedo from Tommy Hilfiger that popped up. "I like this one."

Pam smiled. She liked that one too and had been secretly hoping he'd pick that one. She leaned against Jim's shoulder to take another look at the picture. "I know it'll be perfect on you."

Jim turned his head so that they were looking each other. "But do they have it in my size?"

"I don't know," Pam grinned like a minx. She had been prepared for that question. "But I have a tape measure on the bed if you want to check and make sure."

The next thing Pam knew, she was giggling in Jim's arms-being carried towards their bedroom.

Jim:

Yeah. I'll be wearing a tux when Pam and I get married. It'll be…the fourth time I've worn a tuxedo in my life. Once to my senior prom. Once to my brother's wedding. Once to my sister's wedding. And now once to my own wedding.

(Pause)

Wow. I'm actually getting married. To Pam!

(Jim looks straight at the camera)

Isn't that amazing?

"Dunder Mifflin, this is Pa-No, Kelly. I haven't had a chance to think about it…I've been really busy today…I know. I will think about it. But you have to give me ti-"

Pam noticed Jim watching her and took the opportunity to mouth with accompanying hand signals: "Lunch. Out."

He just smiled and nodded.

"OK, Kelly. I'll…talk to you…later." Pam winced when she said that. That was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment. "I've got to get back to work now. Bye."

She never thought the simple act of hanging up a phone could be so pleasurable.

Pam:

Jim and I have been fielding requests from Kelly and Andy to be included in the wedding party. Andy even submitted a demo reel. (Gives a look to the camera that says: "Yeah, I know") Jim came up with a simple solution to our problem.

Jim and Pam sat on their couch, staring open mouthed at the TV. They'd turned on Andy's demo reel, thinking that, if anything, it would be worth a few laughs on a Friday evening. And for the first few minutes, it was.

It opened with a shot of a wall, a bookcase with several pieces of Cornell memorabilia displayed prominently, and a small strip of window that showed that this video was shot at night. In fact, they noticed (while nudging each other with their elbows) Angela's reflection walk by in the glass before shaking its head in annoyance and stalking off.

The camera quickly zoomed in and out several times before finally stopping, and Andy stepped into the scene, wearing what looked to be a paisley bowtie with his usual work clothes.

He cleared his throat before beginning.

"Hi, Pam and Tuna!" Andy leaned forward dragged out the "ooh" when he said "Tuna."

"I'm making this demo reel to show you that I have what it takes to be the world's greatest groomsman."

Andy cleared his throat and tugged on the lapels of his jacket and launched into a spiel about how he had been considered one of the best orators in his class at Cornell ("Ever heard of it?") and made a pretend toast before he began bragging that he was a trained singer in the art of a capella.

Jim and Pam were giggling through all that until Andy announced: "And to show that I can sing more than just a capella, here's a little demonstration of my repertoire."

"Oh god," Pam whispered as Andy launched into a falsetto rendition of Simon and Garfunkle's "Mrs. Robinson."

They sat stock still through that and a set of country songs sung with an exaggerated southern accent, unable to move in horror before Jim grabbed the remote and turned the TV off in the middle of Andy's R&B set. He turned in his seat to where Pam was sitting with her elbows on her knees and her fingers kneading her temples.

"OK," Jim began. "I know we agreed that our lives together would be an equal partnership and that we'd discuss everything first. But for the sake of my sanity and yours, mind if I make a unilateral decision?"

Pam didn't even bother opening her eyes as she rubbed her temples to ease the headache of hearing Andy try and hit those high notes. "Go ahead."

"No bridesmaids. No groomsmen. Just my best man and your maid of honor."

She leaned heavily into the back of the sofa and let her head simply loll to the side so she could look at Jim. "Works for me. So, Jonathan?"

Jim nodded. "Yeah. You?"

"My sister."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Pam replied, not sure of what to make of Jim's disbelieving and disappointed tone.

Jim stuck his bottom lip out in a slight pout and looked at her with puppy dog eyes. "I was kinda hoping it'd be me."

"You're the one I'm supposed to be marrying!" Pam lightly slapped Jim on the chest, but he clutched at himself and fell across her lap in false pain. "Remember?"

Jim looked up at Pam from his new position and smiled. "Oh yeah. But don't you think I'd look good in a dress?"

She grabbed a sofa cushion and wacked him in the face with a laugh. "Dork." Then she leaned down to kiss him.

"Beesly," Jim said as their lips still lightly touched.

"Not for much longer, Halpert."

Jim:

We're only going to have a best man and maid of honor. No groomsmen or bridesmaids. It saves us a whole lot of time, a lot of money, and a lot of stress. Plus, I think the money saved might have to go towards hiring a bouncer for the microphone and to protect the DJ at the reception.

Jim shifted himself so that his head was in Pam's lap and his legs were dangling off the end of the sofa.

"So what do you want to do with the money we save from getting rid of most of the wedding party?" Pam asked as she gently stroked Jim's hair.

Jim looked up into her eyes. She could see the scheming gleam clearly. "Well, since our parents are practically forcing us to let them help pay for the wedding and reception, we can put the money away. Start saving up to buy that house you always wanted."

That was a good scheme. A very good one. "Good idea," she agreed.

"I'm just full of them."

That earned him another cushion in the face plus a bit of tongue in the kiss this time.

Pam:

(Disbelieving)

Jim said that we might have to hire a bouncer for the reception? For the microphone and DJ?

(A thought crosses Pam's mind and her expression sobers slightly)

That's actually a pretty good idea…I wonder who you call for stuff like that.

So. What did you guys think?