Sorry for the long stretch of time between updates, I'm a little unsure of what to do with the story. This chapter focuses a little more on Dwangela, but don't worry, you get your Jam in here too!

Here's to anyone who remembers my favorite scene in the episode (from season four) Money. It's when Jim and Pam hear the moaning and Jim walks to Dwight's room to find out what it is. When Jim knocks, Dwight says 'Come in. Did you have another nightmare?' When he sees Jim, he then says 'Oh. I thought you were Mose.'

Jim, confused, asks, 'Mose has nightmares?" Dwight responds with "Yes. Ever since the storm."

It was a little sad but made me laugh. I just thought you guys should know exactly when inspired this update. Hehe.

Disclaimer I don't own The Office or NBC...

"Whoa, what happened to Dwight?" Pam sat on the chair next to Ryan, watching Dwight being comforted by Jim. It was funny to watch, since she didn't ever think it would happen, but Dwight seemed devastated. Ryan shook his head.

"I don't know." He rolled his eyes, getting up in search of someone else. Pam stared at the ground, Ryan could be such an ass sometimes. Kelly ran up to him.

"Ohmigod, Ryan! Dwight's moving away from Scranton. I mean, he'll like still be close but he's going to this beet farm that his aunt and uncle used to own!" She jumped when she heard Pam's voice.

"Why? Why is he moving?" Pam couldn't take her eyes off Dwight's face.

"I don't know. Ask him. Hey, Ryan, there's like these little pink cupcakes that I made and OHMIGOD, their fat free! You will totally love them!" Kelly grabbed Ryan's hand, dragging him off to the treats table. It was another one of Michael's parties that his mother always threw. He didn't have many friends so she was always throwing parties. The only reason everyone went was because if they ignored the invitations, his mom would just throw more parties.

Pam walked slowly up to Dwight, smiling gently. "What's up, Dwight?" He lifted his head, erupting in a little moan.

"His aunt and uncle died. In the storm." Jim looked up at her, his eyes filled with pity. This was the first time they had talked in a long time. Pam was about to smile, but then remembered the situation they were in.

"Wait, the storm? This really bad storm we had last night?" There had been a bad storm, but not bad enough to die in.

"Yes, Pamela. My aunt and uncle went out in the storm to make sure the beets survived and ended up drowning in a creek. It was overflowing." He lowered his head, leaving Jim and Pam to question each other with their eyes.

"So what's gonna happen, Dwight?" Pam laid her hand on his. He looked up again.

"I'll have to move to the farm. I need to take care of the beets and my cousin Mose." He said all this dutifully, like he would do it because it was his job. Pam sighed. This meant that Dwight wouldn't go to college. He would live and work here, for the rest of his life.

"Ooh, yeah. Mose." Jim smiled at this one. Mose was a little on the strange side. Dwight had taken Mose to school for show-and-tell in first grade.

"Yes. Mose. I'm packing up tonight and moving in tomorrow. Mose needs someone around often. He'll be tortured with nightmares for the rest of his life." Dwight's eyes were fixed in front of him, steel. His gaze was cold. "I have to go." Jim and Pam watched silently as he walked away from the party.

"Wow. I feel kinda bad for him." Pam shook her head, staring at the ground.

"Me too. Just think-he'll be here for the rest of his life, probably."

It was strange, not laughing with Jim. Usually, they would be making fun of Dwight, but today was different. It was so much different.

"Where's Karen?" Pam played with the thread on her sleeve.

"Out. With Phyllis. Phyllis said she wanted to spend some 'girl-time' with Karen, so I let them go."

"Oh. How are you and Karen?" Pam knew this wasn't her business. She knew that the only way she'd be happy was if he said that he and Karen weren't doing well, which was horrible but true. She knew that chances are, they were doing great. She knew that she would hate his answer but he couldn't stop torturing herself. She knew and yet she couldn't.

"Fine. Really. I'm not sure how she meshes with everything else, but we're doing great." He flashed a smile Pam's way, ignoring the fake happiness in hers.

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"It's so nice we get t hang out together. I'm really happy your with Jim. I thought it would take forever for him to get over Pam." Phyllis kept her eyes on the road, humming along with a girly pop song on the radio.

"What? Oh, Pam. Yeah, he told me that he just had a crush on her, but she didn't return it. It wasn't even serious." Karen felt confident saying those words. Jim had told her time and time again that he didn't still have feelings for Pam.

"Oh, no. It wasn't a crush. He's been head-over-heels for her since we were like, seven. Not kidding." Phyllis didn't feel bad saying this, she genuinely thought that Jim was over Pam. Okay, she didn't. But he was with Karen now, so why did it matter?

"Wh-what?" Karen felt the pit in her stomach, her hopes and doubts falling through, her breath catching in her throat.

"Yeah. They met in this one guys yard, we always went there to listen to his radio. Jim and Pam met and...well, they were best friends since. Never more, I don't think." Phyllis was completely unaware of Karen's hands, her fingers, picking at her cuticles.

"Oh." It was silent after that. In the car sat two quiet girls adorned with heavy makeup and teased hair.

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"Dwight. I'm so sorry, I overreacted with the whole cat thing." Angela sat in a lawn chair at the local park, stroking Dwight's hair. His head was slumped against her chest.

"It's okay, Monkey." She frowned at the way his bottom lip pouched out slightly, maybe Dwight had finally met his limit.

"I'll be praying for you. And Mose. I can help you with the house stuff, like cleaning and cooking." She knew that Dwight could get along alone, but it was hard seeing him like this.

"Really?" His voice held nothing but pure love and adoration. He lifted his head, looking her right in the eye. She smiled, that mysterious, Angela smile that only found it's way out of the shadows of her pale skin when he was around. He loved coaxing out that smile, with his intense eyes and serious persona.

"Yes. I'll even help you find a sufficient cat. They are good, you know. For barn mice." He coldn't help but agree on that one, and together they talked about his future on The Shrute Beet Farm. Together, they talked. They talked like everything would be okay.

Would said it wouldn't?

Hey-o, how'd you like it? I'll give you the next chapter when I see some reviews!