Disclaimer: I do not own the Office. Simply put, no?

Summary: A look through the epic tale that is Dwangela, with a little help from the Fab Four.

A/N: Okay, folks. I'm pretty sure you're wondering... what this kid has for breakfast. Well... I have orange juice and a croissant, but... my inspiration for this fic comes from a little film, "Across the Universe". If you have not seen this flick, do so right now... after you finish reading this, of course. I wanted to do this because well... who doesn't love The Beatles? LOL. And just a word to the wise, lyrics will be in bold italics and flashbacks will be in regular italics. Please read and review, so that I can continue. Love you guys!

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

November 9, 2005

They had dug all twenty-seven explosives from the trunk of Dwight's Trans Am Firebird. Bottle rackets, Roman candles, pinwheels, firework cakes, flares, black snakes and skyrockets, everything you could ever want in fireworks where found there. As Dwight and Kevin were carrying the load to the vacant lot near the office park, Kevin nudged Dwight, "Why's Angela here?"

Dwight looked back at the lone woman who had followed them from the parking lot. Her blonde hair had caught the moonlight and lingered there for safe keeping. She looked up at him, letting their eyes meet for a brief moment. He shrugged, "I dunno. Just wanted to see the fireworks, I guess."

Kevin shook his head, "Angela hates fireworks. She hates anything loud or with vibrant colors." He quickened his pace, "Maybe she's gonna report these as illegal."

Dwight shook his head, "These aren't illegal. I have a license to display fireworks at any given time."

Kevin looked confused, "How?"

Dwight shrugged, "I do the fireworks for the Fourth of July Parade every year."

Kevin looked surprised, "That's you?"

Dwight nodded curtly, "Yes, I've been doing it for several years now. My cousin Mose used to help, but he burned himself kinda bad a few years so I've taken over."

Kevin smiled excitedly, "Nice."

When they approached the lot, Dwight instructed Kevin to line them up in a circle so they can light them and make a big 'Ring of Fire'. Kevin was very enthusiastic about the plan. As they created the formation, Dwight made constant glances at Angela. He closed his eyes and remembered his conversation in the stairwell with her only a few moments before.

Dwight was walking down the stairs, trying to cool off from being embarrassed in front of the office for Michael's text of 'Dwigt'. He couldn't believe that Michael thought of him that way and that everybody else knew it. As he approached the second landing, he was stopped by a simple tug on his sleeve. He turned around and saw the most unlikely person to be in close proximity to him. "Angela."

Angela nodded, "Dwight." She fiddled with the hem of her sweater as she cleared her throat. "Are you alright?"

Dwight scoffed, "Why do you care?" He leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. He looked up the stairwell and saw no one else around. "Did you follow me?"

Angela shook her head, "No, of course not. I just thought that maybe you would go off and hurt yourself and as safety coordinator, I can't allow that. At least if I were around, you could get the proper care."

Dwight nodded, "That's smart. Thanks, I guess."

Angela nodded curtly, "No need in thanking me. I'm just doing my job."

Dwight scoffed, "Sorry we can't say the same for the rest of this pathetic staff. Blowing off work to read a stupid play."

Angela chuckled, "Like you weren't into it, either." She smirked for a brief moment, remembering Dwight's passion for the character he was playing and feeling slight butterflies erupt in her stomach. She erased the expression before Dwight could catch on.

Dwight did however catch the small glimpse of the smile, a smile that only whispered on her lips. He wasn't sure what to make of it but he knew that he would do whatever it took to see it again. "So... um... are you gonna watch the fireworks?"

Angela nodded slowly, "I'm afraid so. Seeing as I have to watch if anyone might injure themselves like burn a limb or scar their face." She folded her arms across her chest as well, mimicking Dwight.

Dwight chuckled, "You don't have to worry. I can take care of myself. You might want to watch out for Kevin though."

Angela nodded, "That man hurts himself thinking. Who knows what he's capable of injuring with fire involved." She chuckled and another appearance of her smile was seen, with Dwight viewing it in all its glory.

Dwight chuckled too, "Well... I got plenty if you wanna..."

Angela scoffed, "Don't be absurd."

Dwight shrugged, "Well... you can at least enjoy the show." He smiled slightly as he looked down at Angela, who seemed like she was hiding a secret. "What?"

Angela shook her head, "Nothing. Just I thought I already saw a show upstairs."

Dwight looked confused, "Huh?"

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.

Angela looked at her shoes sheepishly, "I thought that you did a good job as the character in the screenplay. You showed great... focus." She blushed slightly, but turned away so Dwight couldn't detect.

Dwight couldn't comprehend how any woman would blush over him, but Angela of all woman was practically unreal. As he saw her turn away he wanted to tell her it was okay to blush and that it was okay to enjoy his acting.

When I'll say that something
I want to hold your hand...

Angela felt him staring at her back and turned around, fully aware that she was even redder than before. She adjusted her strap of her purse on her shoulder. "I'll see you outside." She proceeded to run down the stairs, secretly wishing that he would stop her.

I want to hold your hand;
I want to hold your hand.

Dwight wanted to grab her hand and pull her in an embrace that would never break. He wanted to feel her skin, smell her hair and be close to her... but how? He knew that she's in the vacant lot. Maybe that was his chance.

As Kevin started lighting the first of many explosives, Dwight walked over to Angela, who found a stump of a tree to sit on as she watched on. Dwight stood next to her and as the wind picked up, he inhaled a small whiff of her coconut perfume. "Are you comfortable?"

Angela shrugged, "I'll manage." She looked up at Dwight as he nodded down at her. "Thanks."

Dwight was about to turn away when her heard her say something, "What?"

Angela looked up again, "Thanks."

Dwight furrowed his brow, "For what?"

Angela budded her head toward the fireworks, which we lighting up the lot. "For inviting me."

Dwight chuckled, "I thought you had to be here... for safety precautions."

Angela adjusted her strap again, "Well... that's what I meant."

Dwight scoffed, "I didn't invite you." He looked over at Kevin, who was jumping over a fallen explosive. He chuckled until he looked down and saw Angela's reaction to his comment. He didn't realize that she's react like she did. She seemed actually... hurt. He stooped down and sat next to her on the stump, "But I'm glad you're here."

Angela looked up, "Really?"

Dwight nodded, "Really. And not just because Kevin will hurt himself and probably need a few bandages. I'm glad you came to watch."

Angela smiled slightly, "Me too." She smiled slightly wider, letting Dwight sneak a peek, but quickly erasing it as Kevin approached.

"Dude... you're missing out. C'mon." He beckoned for Dwight to follow as he ran over and jumped over another heap of fireworks.

Dwight looked over at Angela, who nodded in agreement, "I'll be back."

Angela smirked, "Alright." She watched on as Dwight ran toward the heap of flames and jumped high over it. He grabbed some explosives and set them on fire as well. As they were jumping and kicking the flames in the center of the lot, Angela watched on in awe. She never saw anything like it before. For all her life, she avoided spectacles such as these. She would never be seen at bonfires in high school, making a mockery of leadership in a sport. She never went to the beach with the other kids in school when they played hooky during the warmer days of school. She would never parade around half-naked on the surf when they displayed fireworks on the Fourth of July or Memorial Day. She would celebrate in the privacy of her own home. She didn't need to boast around, acting like some kind of floozy, but as she saw Dwight move in some sort of tantric dance, she thought that maybe it was so sinful after all.

And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide.

As the final flame faded into the night, Kevin and Dwight collected the remnants and headed toward the parking lot with Angela in tow. She stayed a reasonable distance from them, but slowly drifted more in Dwight's direction. She watched as he walked with such precision toward the parking lot, as if he was on a mission. As they said good night to Kevin, they continued to walk down the lot, where they were both parked in close distance from each other. As Dwight threw the rest of the garbage away, he turned around, "Could I walk you to your car?"

Inside, Dwight was pleading for her to say it was alright. He really didn't want the night to end with them in front of a dumpster. What he really desired was to touch the small of her palm, to feel her skin against his own, to know what true happiness would feel like and knowing that it lay at the tips of her fingers.

Angela nearly barked it out, "Yes." She couldn't understand what had come over her. She would never let a man be fresh with her and allow him to walk to her car. All of this nonsensical behavior only promoted rape and unforgotten nightmares. But with Dwight, she knew that deep down, she was safe with him.

As they walked back to her car, the wind picked up a bit and caused them to both shutter, feeling the brisk wind from the north, warning them that winter was coming soon. Angela was freezing under her thin jacket, cursing herself for wearing a heavier jacket. She was about to say something when she felt warm all over. She felt as if a fire was set within her and was only ignited by the simple touch on her hand from the man beside her.

I want to hold your hand;
I want to hold your hand...

Dwight knew that what he was doing was wrong, but as she tightened her hold, he knew that she happy, but not as nearly as happy as he was.

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