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09 January 2009 @ 01:06 pm
Better Than a Decoder Ring. KaPam.  
The KaPam fic folder has yet to be emptied. Once I get through everything that's in there, I'll probably start working on new stuff.

Title: Better Than a Decoder Ring
Author: mrgaritakaraoke
Pairing/Character: Pam/Karen
Rating: G
Summary: Pam and Karen talk about traveling. (The title won't make sense until the end.)
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.


When Karen comes home for her lunch break, she finds Pam on the living room floor with papers and books scattered all around her.

“Interesting décor choice,” Karen says as she drops her bag and jacket near the couch. “Or is this more of a conceptual art thing?”

Pam holds up a postcard but keeps her gaze fixed on the book in front of her.

Karen takes the postcard from her. “Madrid, huh?” She settles herself on the floor across from Pam and begins looking through the piles of papers and books Pam has spread out. She picks up some of the postcards and fans them out like she’s holding playing cards. “London, Edinburgh, Stockholm, Athens, Berlin, Lisbon… do you have like every postcard we’ve ever bought here?”

Pam points to a tipped over shoebox to her left.

Karen rights the shoebox and begins scooping the numerous postcards back into it. When she’s finished, she reaches for the book Pam is reading and brings it into her own lap.

“Hey!” Pam protests.

“Florence, huh?” Karen says. She begins flipping through the book. “Is this destination numero uno?”

“In my dreams,” Pam says. She leans forward and points to a photo in the book Karen is looking at. “How great would that be?” She sighs. “But I can’t afford to go. I mean, even if I saved up enough money from my job at the gallery, it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“You never know,” Karen says and shuts the book. She runs her hand over the cover. “Maybe you’ll win the lottery.”

“Maybe I‘ll find a rich benefactor,” Pam replies. She shrugs then pulls herself to her feet. She extends a hand to Karen and helps her up.

“We could sell drugs,” Karen suggests, smirking. “You go to art school. I bet there’s plenty of hipsters there who want to buy drugs.”

“Maybe,” Pam says as they make their way to the kitchen. “Only problem with that is we don’t have drugs to sell.”

Karen opens the refrigerator and replies, “Duh, Pam. Google. If Law & Order is any indication, it can’t be that hard to start a meth lab in the bathroom.”

Pam laughs and begins setting the table. “If the meth lab is in the bathroom, where are we going to shower?”

“That’ll be our thing,” Karen tells her. “We’ll be the smelly drug dealers.”

Pam frowns and replies, “But I like showering.”

Karen laughs. “Okay. I guess we’ll have to find a legal way to go to Europe that allows us to keep our shower.”

“I’m taking that as a promise, Filippelli,” Pam says.

“Yikes,” Karen says, feigning worry. “I better come through then.”

Pam nods and puts thoughts of a European vacation out of her head.

Two months later, Pam isn’t thinking much about Europe, so it’s a real surprise when she goes to pour herself a bowl of Special K for breakfast and two plane tickets fall out of the box along with the cereal.

“That’s weird,” Karen says coyly without looking up from the newspaper.

Pam looks from the plane tickets to Karen and back again. She picks up one of the tickets and examines it closely; she almost dies when she sees the destination is Florence. She looks up at Karen, who is smiling at her.

Pam can‘t manage to remember how to speak. “I… Karen… This… How…?”

“That promotion came with paid vacation time and a pretty nice bonus,” Karen explains, “so I thought -”

Before she can finish her sentence, Pam screams with glee and launches herself into her arms. They end up toppling to the floor, but neither of them really minds and their laughter fills the tiny kitchen.


"Maybe one day I'll find my own Karen. But - you - that is, a, um, you know, not - A man. A man version. But, uh, until then... I can hold my head up. ... I'm not gay." <--- For serious. Karen is kind of awesome.
 
 
 
JENSEN PADALECKI.: ned/chuckwebsofseaweed on January 11th, 2009 04:10 am (UTC)
oh my god.

all of your fics are amazing, but this one is probably my favorite. the interaction between pam and karen was perfect. i loved their banter about dealing drugs and the shower and art school and rich benefactors and...oh, scratch that, i just loved the entire thing.

if you wrote kapam fic forever and ever and kept on posting it i would be the happiest girl alive. :D :D :D
withpractice_ff on July 25th, 2009 07:02 pm (UTC)

“That’ll be our thing,” Karen tells her. “We’ll be the smelly drug dealers.”

Pam frowns and replies, “But I like showering.”


and

“That’s weird,” Karen says coyly without looking up from the newspaper.

were awesome. I love how you write Karen.

And if you can't tell, I just found your journal and am happily devouring all your fic in rapid succession.