rating - gen. audiences (concussions, pre-relationship, bisexual jim, au - canon divergence, episode: s02e12 - the injury, fluff)
word count - 1,350
summary - "the injury" alt ending
a/n - wrote this in like 2 hours after watching the injury and seeing that couch moment. please enjoy! also I chose a daffodil for the symbol for this story becuase it symbols new beginnings
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“Finally, feel the... blood coursing through my foot veins,” Michael announced, twirling his wrapped foot.
Dwight slumped over, groaning.
Jim stood up quickly, walking over to the downed man. “Oh! Okay, I think we need to take him to the hospital, because... I’m pretty sure he has a concussion.” The salesman hoisted Dwight up, Angela at his shoulders.
“Oh, now you feel some compassion for him,” Michael said snarkily.
“He needs to go right now, and you’re his emergency contact. I think that you should go with him.” Angela retorted, steadying Dwight. The older man had his head in his hands, trying to keep it upright.
“Why don’t you go with him?”
“I, barely know him…”
“I want Michael to take me,” Dwight finally spoke, sounding out of it.
“I can’t take you, I don’t have my car.”
“Please?” Dwight interrupted.
“-And yours is all vomity.” Michael finished.
Meredith stepped up, offering, “You can take my van!”
“Oh, okay, that’s great. No, I can’t drive. Jim, why don’t you drive.”
“Fine.”
“We’ll go. I’m still recovering. So let’s just, Ryan, could you get my coat, please?”
Jim grabbed Dwight from his office chair, putting his arm over the taller’s shoulders. They walked toward the office door, Jim almost tripping them up. “Slowly, slowly. Let’s just get to the elevator.”
Dwight started making noise, what sounded like a helicopter.
“What are you doing? What, stop, stop.” Jim said as they started falling on the couch.
“Vietnam sounds.”
A single “stop” was all Jim got out before his lips met Dwight’s. The force of the Schrute sagging onto the couch pulled the younger in, and now their mouths were connected. Not long after, Dwight pulled away, closing his eyes, oblivious to what just happened. Jim blushed; his face turned a violent shade of red.
“Tired...”
It was the best kiss Jim ever had, but he had to worry about other things at the moment, tucking away the firm press of Dwight’s lips away for later.
“Just take a rake-”
Jim found the spray bottle, squirting the man.
“Wake up!”
“Ahh!” Dwight jolted, sitting up.
Pam came over, helping him stand. “Wait, here, let me help you, Dwight. Get up, get up.”
“Okay, Pam, thanks. You’re the best.”
“Yeah.”
“Keep him awake.” Jim reminded her.
“It smells like chicken soup.”
“I know.” They traveled out the door and to the elevator.
“I have to go to the hospital.”
“I know.”
“Where are we going?”
“I just want to say goodbye, okay?” Pam said, looking at the taller.
“I’ll be back, I mean…”
“Yes, I know, but it’s gonna be different.”
“Why?”
“It’s just... hard to explain,” Pam answered, shaking her head.
“Aw, Pam, you’re adorable.” He taps her nose, and she smiles.
“Oh, my goodness!” She backs up a little; Dwight is swaying.
He giggles as she pulls him in for a hug. “Come here.”
“Oh, huggy hugs.”
-
Michael pushes open the door, calling out, “Shotgun!”
Jim, face still pink but wearing off, asks, “You don’t think you should sit in the back with Dwight?”
Michael tsks.
To the doc crew...
“The rules of shotgun are very simple and very clear. The first person to shout “shotgun” when you’re within the sight of the car gets the front seat. That’s how the game’s played. There are no exceptions for someone with a concussion.”
-
On their way to the car, Michael says, sounding disgusted, “Oh, God, a mini-van. What is Meredith’s problem?”
“Well, I think she has a kid,” Jim responds, Dwight still leaning on him.
“Yeah, she has one kid, no husband. She’s not gonna find one driving this thing around.”
“Where are we going?” Dwight asks as Jim opens the side door.
“Come on, get inside.”
“Where are we going?” Dwight asks again, gazing off in the distance.
“We’re going to Chuck E. Cheese.”
“Chuck E. Cheese?” The camera swings to Michael. “Oh, God, I’m so sick of Chuck E. Cheese.”
“We’re going to the hospital, Michael,” Jim says as Dwight climbs into the van.
“I know, just sayin’.”
-
Michael turns around to Dwight, seeing a bottle in his hand. “Dwight, what are you drinking?”
“I found it under the seat.”
Jim looks into the overhead mirror, Dwight smelling the bottle in the reflection.
“Oh my God, Dwight, put that down.”
“I’m thirsty.”
Jim leans behind the seat, spraying Dwight in the face. “Give the bottle to Michael.”
Dwight protests, slinking away from the water.
“Give the bottle to Michael!” He sprays him again.
“I’m thirsty!”
“Give it to me,” Michael demands.
“No!”
“Dwight...” Michael faces Jim. “Just keep your eyes on the road. “Turning back to Dwight, he says, “Give me the bottle or you’re fired.”
“You can’t fire me, I don’t work in this van!”
“Give it to me, Dwight.” He reaches back for it as Dwight takes a drink.
“No.”
“Give me the bottle!” Michael yells, still grasping for it.
Jim looks at the passenger seat. “Will you stop?”
“Gimme the bottle, Dwight!”
“Michael, stop.”
Dwight takes another sip, groaning.
“Just give it!”
Jim retakes the spray bottle, spraying Michaell first and then Dwight, both recoiling.
“Stop, stop it! Stop spraying!”
Dwight is whining in the backseat as Michael finally grasps the bottle.
“My eyes! My eyes!”
-
“Dwight, what is your middle name.”
“Danger.” The salesman responded, completely unfocused.
Michael sighs, thinking. “Something with a ‘K.’”
Jim answers for him, “It’s Kurt. Wow, I am so sad that I know that.”
“What do I write under ‘reason for visit’?”
“Concussion.” He rolled his eyes as Michael scribbled something out. “What did you write?”
Michael clears his throat. “Nothing. I wrote ‘bringing someone to the hospital.”
“So you thought they meant your reason for coming to the hospital.”
“No… you know what, Jim, this isn’t about me anymore. I made a miraculous recovery, which is more than I can say for him.” Michael said, motioning to Dwight, who was falling over onto Jim, eyes closed.
Jim sprayed as Dwight got too close to his shoulder. Dwight sat up immediately, saying, “Hi Michael!”
“Hi, Dwight.”
-
The phone rang, and Pam picked it up, saying her signature line, “Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam.”
Jim responded, “Dunder Mifflin, this is Jim.”
“Oh my God, what is going on, is Dwight okay?”
“Uh-hmm, he should be fine, but, uh, they brought him in for a CAT scan.”
“I can’t believe he’s getting a CAT scan.”
“Michael went in there with him too. It’s pretty sweet.”
“Really? Michael went in with him?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Wow. Uh, hey, since you’re alone, I saw you kiss Dwight.”
Jim flushed as it was brought up again. “Um. Yeah, it was an accident; I don’t think it meant anything.”
“But it meant something to you, right? I mean, Jim, I’ve seen how you look at him. And you always try to get his attention with the pranks. You really gonna tell me there isn’t something there?”
“Damn, you are too good, Beesly.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“He’s not gonna remember.”
“I don’t know about that. You should ask him when he gets better.”
“Yeah, I’ll think about it. Talk later, Pam.”
“Yep.”
--
The next day, Dwight was back at work, there before Jim was, even though he lived farther away. Jim spent all night thinking about the kiss and how he could approach the other about it.
It was Dwight who said something first, when they were both alone in the break room.
“Um, Jim.”
The taller looked away from his sandwich and into Dwight’s eyes.
“I-I know I accidentally kissed you yesterday, and I just want to say I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you feel weird-”
“I liked it.” Jim blurted, immediately covering his mouth in horror.
“Yeah? Well, I did too. Can I take you out for dinner then? Tonight? At seven?”
Jim’s eyes were almost popping out of the sockets. “Yes. Yes! A million times yes.”
Dwight grinned, getting up to kiss him on the cheek. “I guess I will see you later then.”
i have not read a new fic of my fav and not popular at all ship since feb 7th. i think i am starting to get a little, maybe a lot, crazy and withdrawal idk i already read all their fics on ao3 and there just are not any new ones. i need more. i just need more or i do not know how i'm going to survive this month. please ficwriters just look at jim/dwight they are the perfect rivals to friends to lovers trope!!
