A/N: I think I've called Jim's place a house and an apartment so far, but after watching some reruns, I noticed that it's actually a house… Oops! Sorry! Also, I don't know if Pam and Roy lived in an apartment, but I've been calling it an apartment, so I'll stick with it.

Okay, so I kinda merged the two methods I've written with so far, but it's much more… normal… than the first one. Tell me what you think in the reviews!

This is getting pretty long, but one last thing: I'm sorry to say that this is mainly a filler chapter. Don't worry, exciting things happen in the next one!

CHAPTER SEVEN: The First Day

It was a pleasant weekend; Jim went out with his friends, while Pam watched movies and unpacked. They both were doing their separate things, but it was still difficult for Jim to come home and see Pam on the couch, lazily eating microwaved popcorn. Pam didn't find this situation strange at all: to her it was simply like staying at her friend's house.

The next Monday, however, was different. Jim got ready for work as usual, and seemed to forget that Pam was living in his house until he went downstairs and saw Pam on the couch, watching the news while drinking a cup of coffee.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, gesturing to her coffee. "I just figured that you would have some too, so I made a pot."

Jim smiled and said, "it's fine. Did you ever get your car back from Roy?"

I forgot the car. How could I forget to get my car back?

"Um, no... Do you think maybe you could give me a ride to the old place? I still have my keys."

Jim replied with, "yeah, sure- no problem." Jim was fine with giving her a ride, as long as it wasn't to the office; he didn't want to see his old office-mates, and giving her a ride there would guarantee a visit from one of his old coworkers.

So, Jim and Pam set off towards Roy's old apartment before they each went to their offices. When they arrived at the old apartment, there was no car in the spot marked for Roy's old place.

"Wh- where did my car go?" Pam asked in a worried tone.

"It's alright- I can give you a ride to the office, and you can ask Roy when you get there," Jim responded. While he was extremely apprehensive to take Pam to the office, he didn't want her to worry; she was already going through an extremely difficult time, and he didn't want her to be late for work just because he was too selfish to take her to work.

They loaded into his car again, and they drove off. Jim was dreading nearing his old workplace.

What am I gonna do, drop her off a block from here? It's fine; I'll be in and out in a few seconds.

He was not "in and out in a few seconds."

As he was driving into the parking lot, he told Pam, "if you need me to pick you up, feel free to call me."

Pam nodded and stepped out of the car. Unfortunately for Jim, Angela stepped out of her car at the same moment.

"Whore…" she mumbled under her breath.

"What was that, Angela?" Pam asked in a firm tone.

"You really get around, don't you? Less than a week after you leave your husband and you're already with another man."

Pam looked at Jim, shocked. The commotion outside caused the camera crew to run down, just in time to catch Jim. They insisted on interviewing him.

"Hey, I have work to go to, and it's not here, so if you'll excuse me…"

He began to drive away, but the camera crew followed his car away. He knew he would be portrayed poorly on the documentary because of the incident, but he didn't care; he had a new job to go to, and didn't want to be late on his first day.

Pam walked first into the office, because she didn't want to be late for work. She sat down, determined to talk to Roy at her lunch break. Now that they were divorced, she would need her car back. She and Roy both had their own cars, and she had bought hers before they were married, or even engaged. After nixing the idea of talking to him after work, Pam decided to talk to Roy at his lunch break; she would see him walk in, and would go to the break room a few minutes later. She didn't want to be too obvious, as- to her knowledge- no one in the office knew they were divorced, not just separated, and she wanted things to stay that way. Eventually the word would get around, but Pam wanted to delay that for as long as she could.

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Jim walked into his new office for the first time. He was nervous, but he didn't want to show it, so he walked in as though he had just walked into Dunder Mifflin. However, this office was nothing like Dunder Mifflin; the people were actually working, and when the manager came out to greet him, he did so in a civilized manner- nothing like Michael Scott.

"Hi, my name is Harvey Owston, and I'm the manager here. We're so excited to have you working here with us," he said in a calm voice.

"Hi, I'm Jim Halpert," Jim said as he shook his new manager's hand. He was actually excited to work in a place that got things done.

"Well, Jim, let me show you to your desk," said Harvey as he lead Jim towards the back of the clean workspace. He passed many desks, all arranged in rows, filled with people, busy calling clients and filling in spreadsheets. Jim felt again like he did in high school: he didn't know anybody, and was quite awkward. However, Jim was determined to do well at this job, unlike his last one. He wanted to actually get work done, instead of goofing off and playing pranks the whole time.

That motivation wouldn't last long.