How is it possible that "Laverne and Shirley" has 119 fanfics and "The Office" only has 37? Let's do something about that!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter, every single one made my day. Keep them coming! Sorry this took awhile; silly school keeps making me write boring things instead of this.

But here's chapter 2, and the final chapter should be up soon!

(I still own nothing.)

Jim woke up on Saturday morning in the most disturbing way he ever could have imagined: with Dwight standing over his bed, staring at him.

"Dwight, if you don't get away from my bed immediately, I can't be held responsible for the bodily harm I will inflict on you," he said groggily.

"You can't hurt me, I'm a martial artist," Dwight said. "I can hurt you though. I know twelve ways to kill you using just my big toe."

Jim rolled over to face the wall of their room and closed his eyes again, hoping that if he just wished hard enough, Dwight would spontaneously combust.

When they had walked into the lodge the night before and Michael had announced that Jim and Dwight would be rooming together, Jim thought he might throw up. "Since you two are the reason we're all here," the boss had said, "I think it'll be really good for both of you to spend some quality time together."

"So what you're saying is you just don't want to room with Dwight," Jim had said.

"Well, Jim, that's not… really… yeah, something like that."

The only one who looked more miserable than Jim was Ryan, when Michael had told him they'd be rooming together.

In fact, the only thing that made Jim feel better now was thinking about what Ryan was probably waking up to that morning. He'd be lucky if Michael hadn't gotten in bed with him.

Once Jim had gotten dressed (in the bathroom - no way was he going to undress in front of Dwight) he went down the hall to find Pam.

When he knocked on her door, it took nearly a minute for her to answer the door. She looked even more miserable than she had the night before, if that was possible. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her hair was a mess, and still Jim thought she was beautiful.

He immediately forgot the joke he had prepared about waking up with Dwight and stepped toward her, worried. "Pam, what's wrong?"

She wiped her eyes and turned back toward the room. "Nothing, I'm just… I don't know." She sounded so tired and defeated that his heart hurt.

"Something is wrong, and I'm worried about you. Come on, talk to me," he said, closing her door behind him.

She sat on the bed and looked out the window in silence.

There were an uneven number of women so she had her own room. It was smaller than his with only a single bed, a nightstand, lamp and dresser.

He couldn't stand the silence. It wasn't the usual comfortable silence they had shared so many times before. He could feel the tension around Pam, and sadness too.

"You know," he said, a little too loudly, "this room reminds me of summer camp."

"What?" she asked, turning from the window to look at him. "What sort of summer camp were you going to?"

"Um, Camp Confidence."

"That sounds like a place for kids with low self-esteem."

"Sort of," he said. "Mostly it focused on physical fitness and healthy living."

"Wait a second," she said. "You went to… fat camp?"

Jim would have been embarrassed if this revelation hadn't caused her eyes to light up. He sat down on the other side of the bed. "It wasn't fat camp! They encouraged good eating habits and… okay, it was fat camp. I was a husky child."

She laughed. She had a wonderful laugh, not like anyone else he knew. His roommate's girlfriend laughed like a cartoon, high and grating. His neighbor Andrea laughed like a machine gun – short, loud bursts of laughter. His mother's laugh came out as individual "heh heh heh's." But Pam's laugh was just like her: easy, soft and friendly. And just like her, it made him feel warm all over.

"So will you tell me what's wrong, or what?"

She took a long, shaky breath. "Thanks, but honestly I'm okay. Let's just go downstairs and see what horror is in store for us today."

By dinnertime, nearly every Dunder Mifflin worker looked as though they had lost his or her will to live. They sat around the round tables in the dining room in near silence.

The day had started off with a seminar called "My Co-Worker, Myself" in which Kenny had instructed them to partner up and role-play as their partner. Jim didn't even have a chance to look to Pam before Michael claimed him as his partner. Knowing the situation would only be worse if he resisted, Jim grudgingly agreed to partner with Michael.

"Okay, everyone, we're going to act out some different situations that might take place in the office," Kenny said, still wearing the same placid smile. "I want you to think about how your co-worker might really feel in these situations. Do they feel frustrated? Insecure?"

"Whoa there Ken Doll, my people are never anything but hopeful and happy in my office," Michael said. "I don't know what kind of groups you've had here in the past but I'm willing to bet that they don't have bosses like Michael Scott."

"I think that's a safe bet," Jim muttered to Pam.

"I've created a really positive environment for all my people," Michael continued, oblivious to the glares focused on him, "so it really wouldn't be realistic to act out those negative things you're describing."

Kenny looked at him with a hint of pity in his eyes. "I'm sure you have, Michael, but you're the one who brought the group here because of continuous negative encounters your staff has had with one another, so I really think this exercise will be helpful. Besides, no office can be positive all the time. These situations are bound to come up."

"No offense, Kenny boy, but I think I know my people a little better than you do. And if we could just act out scenes where the staff are having really positive talks with their boss, I just think that – "

Kenny's eyes narrowed slightly but the smile never left his face. "Let's just try it this way, Michael."

Michael shook his head disbelievingly and came back to stand next to Jim. "I can't believe they let this guy run this place," he whispered loudly. "He so clearly knows nothing about what it means to be a boss."

Dwight came up behind them. "They should let you teach the class, Michael," he said intensely. "You know more about leadership than this guy. You taught me everything I know."

"God, I hope not," Michael said.

The group spent a painful two hours acting out different scenarios that Kenny gave them. Jim gained a new respect for the people in Michael's improv class as he watched in disbelief as his boss managed to make a fool of himself in every single scenario. He was amazed at Michael's ability to introduce a gun into every situation. Jim eventually just walked away when Michael started waving an invisible pistol during a pretend dispute over whose turn it was to use the microwave.

Finally it was over and everyone went to lunch. Jim sat down next to Pam at an empty table and smiled at her. She gave him a small smile back and looked like she wanted to say something. Just as she opened her mouth, Michael sat down next to her. "Hey, there, Pamburgler, what's cooking? Is this great or what?"

Silently cursing Michael, Jim turned to his lunch.

The afternoon passed just as slowly as the morning. They trudged to a seminar about how to be good listeners, then a sexual harassment session in which Michael made at least a dozen digs at Toby and just as many inappropriate comments to all the women and Ryan, who at that point was no longer hiding his disgust toward their boss. Jim noticed Dwight and Angela were sitting awfully close together and made a mental note to tell Pam about it.

The last event of the day was a wine and cheese happy hour. Just when Jim thought that they were finally done with the goofy get-to-know-you activities, Kenny told them each to pick an animal they'd like to be, and then see how much they knew about their co-workers by guessing each other's animals.

Everyone correctly guessed Angela would be a cat and that Kevin would be a bear. Jim had no idea how he was supposed to know that Phyllis would be an anteater if she could, or that Dwight would be a raptor-chameleon hybrid. No one bothered to guess Michael's animal, much to his dismay, so he cornered Kenny and made him guess instead.

"Um, I don't know, a woodpecker?" Jim overheard the man say tiredly.

Pam walked over to Jim. "Why does everyone keep guessing I'd be a cat? I shudder to think that everyone thinks I have something in common with Angela."

"It's probably just because of your Halloween costume," Jim said. "You did make a very convincing cat."

"I don't want to be a cat! They're snobby and they pee in your house."

Jim pretended to think. "I don't think you'd be a cat. I think you'd be… a bird. A hummingbird, maybe."

Pam's eyes opened wide. "How did you know that?"

Jim smiled at her. "I guess I just… know you."

The smile left Pam's face. "I guess you do," she said quietly, as her eyes clouded over.

…to be continued…