Pairing: Pam Beesly/Ted Mosby
Fic Title: Red Letter Day
Genre: Crossover, general romance
Why This Must Be Read: In which Pam does what she wants, moves to New York, and ends up living in Robin Scherbatsky's spare bedroom. Yeah, that's right. There's fic out there in the world where Pam Beesley becomes Ted's wife, A.K.A. The Mother. And it works. It works so well.
It's good to have friends, she thinks, supportive, constant friends. She even snags Barney a girl.
She goes over to Ted and Marshall's (and technically Lily's) after work one day, letting herself in without thinking about it as everyone does. Ted's sitting on the couch, reading the paper with the TV on. No one else is home, which is kind of weird since she's never been alone with Ted, but whatever. Pam flops down on the couch next to him and snags the comics from the pile he hasn't read yet.
"Hey!" Ted protests. Her head jerks up, but he's grinning. "Paper thief."
"Everybody knows you read the comics first," she teases.
"Everybody that's what – five?" he teases back.
And then they're bantering back and forth, which is weird too, but not in a bad way, and her chest loosens up. Pam keeps stealing sections of the paper from Ted and he takes them back when she gets distracted by the TV. When she gets up to get a glass of water, he takes the entire stack back.
"Hey," she says, peering from the kitchen.
"Hey, what's the Slutty Pumpkin?" Pam gestures to the fridge, where there's an index card stuck to the door.
Ted kind of laughs. "That's a long story."
"Well, I have time," she says, thinking that she likes the way he laughs when he's embarrassed.
"Then come sit and I'll tell you," Ted leans back into the couch.
Three hours later, he's telling her about the butterfly tattoo and she's laughing harder than she has in a long, long time. She tells him about Dwight and his beet farm, about Michael and the coalwalk and things about Scranton that she thinks about sometimes. Ted wants to visit.