A/N: I'll have you know I entered the exact same things and the results are listed below. For when Jim played. Not Pam.
I fabricated Pam's results to suit my needs. I was too afraid I'd see "You will marry Roy." LOL!
Baby Steps
She was simply the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
As Jim stared through the glass he couldn't believe it. She was tiny, maybe a bit tinier than she should be but absolutely beautiful nonetheless.
They'd let him hold her, but only for a few minutes. Still it had been long enough for him to determine that she had ten teensy fingers and ten miniature toes. She also had a shock of light brown hair on her head and what looked to be her mother's nose.
Though his heart overflowed just gazing at her, his thoughts instantly turned to Pam.
She was still in there. They said it was going well and almost over but he wouldn't be satisfied until he got to see her with his own two eyes.
As he watched his daughter he was trying to remember what name they'd decided on. Was it Emma or Emily? Kathryn or Caitlin? Or wait. Did he give in during the whole Madison vs. Madeleine debacle?
He knew right now any name she wanted to choose was just fine with him. It was just that he couldn't remember exactly what she'd wanted, and didn't want to confirm anything without discussing with Pam first.
He pressed his hand against the glass as if to reach the other side. His heart ached as he repeated the words in his mind.
Discussing with Pam…
One of his favorite things in the world to do was discuss things with Pam…
xoxoxoxoxoxo
"What are you doing?" He asked, squinting his eyes at her.
"Oh my God Jim. Look!" She turned her monitor so he could see her screen clearly. Her eyes were wide and she was undeniably giddy. "It's MASH! You can play it online!"
He bit his lip and shrugged. He had no idea what she was trying to show him.
"Did you not play this when you when you were little?" She looked at him at disbelief. "You used to have to hand write it and count. You'd fill in the blanks and then eliminate until you'd seen your future.
"Who you'll marry, where you'll live, what kind of car you'll drive…" She stared at him again. "Have you really never played this before?"
"Not that I recall." Jim laughed. She looked so shocked he shook his head at her. "Pam. C'mon. Pretty sure I wasn't ever a twelve year old girl."
"Oh - well. Now's your chance. You totally have to. Wait. Hold on…" She bounced a bit in her seat and turned, her hands poised over the keyboard. "Give me the names of five girls you are not related to."
"Um. OK." He glanced around the office. "I'll go with, you, Phyllis, Kelly, Meredith and Angela."
Pam giggled. "OK. Now five types of cars."
He knelt next to her chair, leaning on the armrest. "What do you mean? Like make andmodel names or types?"
"Either." She shrugged, not sure she'd know the difference.
He thought for a moment and then offered. "BMW, the ever popular Sebring, a minivan - like Meredith's, probably some sort of SUV and the ultimate in luxury, the Toyota Corolla."
"Nice." She smiled. "Five colors."
Without hesitation he rattled off. "Titanium White, Shocking Pink, Lunar Blue, Electric Yellow and Ecru."
She paused in her typing and gazed at him open-mouthed. "You, my friend have been selling paper waaay too long."
He elbowed her in the ribs gently. "Quit the commentary Beesly and type."
She giggled again and entered his choices. "How many kids would you want to have?"
He blinked. Good question. "I've um, never really thought about it."
She sighed and looked wistful for a moment. "I'd never have less than two. I think it's always nice to have a sibling."
He thought so too, now that he had occasion to think about it. "I agree. So let's go with 2, 4, 6, 8 and 10."
"Ten? Geez. God bless the mother of your children Jim Halpert." Pam commented as she typed.
His heart raced a little as she spoke and he thought he saw a blush fill her cheeks. She shook back her hair and took a deep breath.
"OK. Five places to live." She prompted next.
"Scranton, Hawaii. And if we're talking Hawaii, better include Alaska. Don't want to leave out the 50th state. Australia would be cool too and maybe…" He stretched and scratched the back of his neck. "What the hell. Antarctica."
"The game is Mansion, Apartment, Shack, House, Jim." She said, exasperated. "It does not include igloos." She moved to finish filling out the online form. "OK. Five professions you'd like to have."
"Wow. OK. Let's see. I'm going to stick with paper salesman, sadly, oh - and a teacher, hmmm…" He paused. It wasn't often that he really thought about what else he'd like to do.
Pam watched his face as he talked. She'd never met anyone quite so animated. His expressions were priceless. He always looked like he'd put a lot of thought into anything he'd said.
The sound of his voice brought her back. "Oh! One of those people who tests video games, totally cool job. A chef, perhaps?" He said, his eyes widening.
She gave him a grin and a nod.
"And…movie critic." He finished.
She entered the data with lightning speed. "OK. All I need now is a number."
He looked at her as if to say, "Isn't it obvious?"
Instead he said, his voice low and husky. "Well. C'mon now. In honor of Kevin I'd have to pick…"
"Oh fine." She said in a huff as she her fingers typed a 6 and a 9 in the box at the bottom of the page. Then, with much ceremony, she hit go.
Their eyes were glued to the screen as the cursor flew, blocking out items one by one.
A small and totally unexpected pang hit Pam's stomach as she watched her own name go gray.
The action on the screen made them both dizzy yet they were still fascinated, and anxious, since it seemed to be taking forever.
"This is taking so long. Jim. Why couldn't you be less of a perve and pick a number like 10 or something?" She blew out a breath.
A few long moments later the results were in. Pam began to laugh uncontrollably. "Oh my God. You and…Angela. Living in an apartment with, HA! Six children."
"How very Brady Bunch." He laughed back at her. "And probably very crowded."
"Oh yes. Very." She turned back to the screen. "Especially when you factor in her six cats. But, on the upside, you will be a video game tester which, as you mentioned, is a totally cool job."
She gave him a pitying look as she continued. "Alas, you will still driving that ultra hip Corolla, but you've traded it in for a white one, which, might be a little difficult to spot while you drive it around Antarctica."
He sighed. "Wow. So that's my future, huh Beesly?"
"According to highly accurate mathematical data…and the internet, I'm afraid so." She said and tried to bite back her laughter.
"Well. That was fun but..." He stood and laughed. "I'd better get back to work so I can stock some money away for my kids' college fund."
"Six kids? Really?" He shook his head and made his way back to his desk.
As she watched him go, Pam turned back to the screen, clearing out the fields and starting over.
Her fingers moved as if they had a will of their own...
Roy, Jim…
xoxoxoxoxoxo
As he walked back towards the waiting room he remembered their wedding day and in particular her gift to him. Housed in a gilded frame, on a pristine sheet of Titanium White she'd drawn a colorful and intricate illustration as a border to compliment the text in the center.
She'd laughed when she'd told him she had saved her results from that day all those years before.
You will live in House.
You will drive a Silver SUV.
You will marry Jim and have 2 kids.
You will be an Illustrator in Pennsylvania.
Around the perimeter were tiny scenes of the two of them. One had them standing next to a car in the driveway of a small cozy house. In another Pam drew herself wearing an artist's smock and a beret, holding a dripping paintbrush in her hand. A third had each of them holding the hand of a small child; a boy on one side, a girl on the other.
He couldn't believe it himself, but impossibly, almost every thing on her little list had come to pass. And he never had forgotten his own results either. They came in handy. He could never resist throwing out to her in the midst of an argument that if she wasn't careful he'd trade her in for Angela.
It never failed to make her laugh, and he knew when she laughed it was a sign that she was halfway to giving in.
His heart broke as he remembered again the part about the kids. The car and the house were easy. The two kids? Well. Now they had their precious little girl but the boy? That was something he didn't think they'd quite be able to accomplish.
If just the one was proving to be this much trouble he couldn't see it happening. Once Pam pulled through, he couldn't possibly imagine going through it all again.