By the time Pam came back to her senses, Karen was long gone. She drove up and down her street in a frantic search for her, but gave up when she reached the nearest corners without a sighting. The brief drive back to her tiny apartment was grim and punctuated by her self-flagellation (not literal, of course - more of a mental/verbal berating expousing her stupidity, which was something she had been doing a lot of over the past year, but this was by far the second biggest concentration of fuckupedness during that time). Either way, she was in a real shitty mood as she finally stripped off the clothes she had been wearing since yesterday morning and took an overly hot shower.
It's amazing how your mood can go from elated-on-top-of-the-world to crappiest-day-ever in one sentence. Well, maybe not ever, but if Kelly can exaggerate every little thing into an event of epic proportions, why not Pam?
The scalding spray of water had turned her skin a lobstery red. It felt good to suffer the pain of it. Sometimes you just have to feed a bad mood. She wondered what CDs she had in her car that would fit the bill on the arduous drive to work this morning - something that would bring back thoughts of yesterday, before things got complicated, Karen singing along beside her, just being a friend instead of... more than that?... and before the revelation of her betrayal.
God! Why does... Why is...? How? Fuck it. The answers aren't coming, even if she knew how to ask the questions, and it's not as if she's sure that she's prepared to hear the them right now anyway. She shut the cold water off completely and just let it burn for a second before stepping out of the shower.
Pam couldn't find the CD with the song that had been playing on the radio the day before. All of her music was peppy and safe and syruppy and not at all what she was in the mood for. And if she had to hear inane morning show chatter she'd probably kill something. So she drove in silence and tried not to think.
Tried and failed.
Jim's there when she arrives. She doesn't speak to him. He doesn't speak to her. But he looks at her in the way she's finally figured out means that he wants to talk with her, but he can't (is scared to, doesn't know how). If she had one of those expressions in her own arsenal, she'd be using it herself. Despite her deep contemplation the entire drive here, she just didn't know what to say. What could she say? What was there even to say at all? She figured it was going to be one of those days where she thinks all day, but doesn't come up with any answers or insights, sort of like September 11. Not that she feels good about comparing her own personal trauma to a national disaster, but she's been wandering around in a daze and it feels very familiar (the days following Casino Night were similar, but her mind never had the chance to wander because she'd had a wedding to stop).
But anyway, Jim... who was now turned to his computer, eyes glassy and dead, obviously distraught at the cold shoulder Pam had given him... She wanted to say something but her feelings were all muddled. Did she have any magic words that would make this all better? She didn't even have any words to adequately explain whatever 'this' was. She was too mad to talk to him anyway.
Karen came in at the top of the hour. Pam was glad to see that she had somehow made it home, changed, and fixed up her messy appearance from this morning. Jim looked at her apologetically. She didn't even glance in his direction. She didn't look at Pam either. She only said 'good morning' softly to a sympathetic Phyllis before turning all her attention to her computer. Bet the camera guys were dissappointed. The vast amount of non-interaction this morning was sure to make for TV gold.
She needed to talk to Karen. Really needed to. What on earth had happened this morning? (What had been about to happen?) Yesterday? Last night? This was not something she wanted to discuss in front of the cameras. That would truly be a mortifying experience (not that any of them were strangers to that occurance, but Pam still liked to limit her public humiliation time to a minimum). Still, she was pretty sure this was one conversation that her mom would probably like to be spared from viewing. She could just picture mom's neighbours gossipping about watching her daughter lusting over her longtime obsession's very recently ex-girlfriend. Yup, that would get her disowned. Not because of the gay thing (finally admitting that to herself, actually, that she might just be a teeny bit attracted to girls), but just because of the embarrassment and the hassle.
So far in the half an hour Pam has been here the only things anyone had said to her were one 'good morning' from Toby, and one 'boring' from a cameraman. Michael bursting from his office was almost a welcome change. Almost. "Sure is quiet in here today!" yelled Michael, ironically. He has an indoor voice. He just uses it only in very small rooms. "Pamalot, what are we up to this morning?"
Showcased in front of everyone, cameras pointed at her, conscience guilty. No one was exactly rushing to her defense. Michael was not someone she wanted to converse with now. "I'm going to go talk to Toby."
"Meh. Your funeral. Stan, my man! What up..."
Pam got up to walk to Toby's office. Jim quickly glanced up at her. Karen did not. The cameras were grateful for what little motion she provided. She closed the door behind her.
"Hi Toby."
"Morning, Pam. Um... how are things this morning?" She was grateful to have Toby to talk to. He didn't judge. He was completely harmless. He never expected anything of her or from her. Not that he was great conversation but it was just nice to have someone to vent onto.
"Um... well..." she sputtered. "Where do I begin?"
"Is Karen okay?" Well, guess that made sense to ask. That was, after all, the concern of the moment the last time he'd seen her.
"Yes. Well, no. I don't know."
"Did you get her home okay?"
"No..."
"Pam."
"It's not like I left her at some bar, if that's what you're thinking." Yeah, he probably wasn't thinking that. "She was at my place all night. It's just... things are complicated."
"Aren't they always?"
Despite herself, Pam smirked. "Yeah. Toby, I don't know what the hell I'm doing," she screamed into her hands. Okay, compose yourself. "Does HR have any pamphlets applicable to this situation?"
"We might. This situation would be?"
"Office love triangles, the messier the better," she mumbled. And no, this doesn't have anything to do with the pen-stabby thing I mentioned a couple of months ago.
"Ah. Not exactly surprising. We only have the one. I've read it. It's not very useful."
"Well, I could use it anyway." Toby nodded and opened his desk drawer to retrieve it. While he was there, she spotted a different pamphlet that might be useful - though she didn't say anything about that to him. "Toby, why do I always fall for people who are emotionally unavailable?"
He set the disgustingly thin pamphlet down in front of her. "Pam, we can't help who we fall in love with. No matter how impossible it is, how difficult it becomes, even knowing it's going to end badly, we're stuck with it. Can't deny your heart, Pam. Of course, following that advice you end up like me."
"I guess we're just fools for love, aren't we?"
"Yeah. Sucks, doesn't it?"
"Tell me about it."
"Hey Pam?"
"Yes?"
"Ah, it's nothing. Forget about it. Just, if you need to talk after reading our wonderful informational pamphlet, I'm always here for you." He was staring, but no one mentioned it.
"Thanks Toby."
She hid the pamphlet from the cameras on her way back to the reception desk, though the cameras weren't on her anyway. Pam watched along with them as Karen poured water on the seat of Jim's chair. As far as pranks go, it wasn't very creative, but it got the job done.
A few minutes later Jim returned from the washroom. It was mildly entertaining, but not really. He sighed, didn't look at anyone (though he must have felt Dwight's schadenfreude-filled smirk), and just kept working. This was going to be an uncomfortable day for him. In many ways.
"He had that coming," Pam whispered to Karen the next time the opportunity presented itself, and Karen almost grinned - but not quite. "Umm... Can I talk to you?"
Karen's eyes never left her phone list. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Not here. I need to talk to you outside. Away from the cameras and everyone else."
With much reluctance, Karen eventually said, "Okay," as if it had been a tougher answer than the word warranted, then added, "When I'm finished what I'm doing here." She wasn't doing anything. If this was the way this office was going to be from now on, Pam didn't like it one bit. Talk about fucking things up.
Twenty something minutes later, Karen bade Phyllis to watch her stuff, and slipped out the front door. Pam followed as soon as no one was watching. Well, Jim was looking at her, but it's not like he had the right to give her grief over this.
Pam wasn't entirely sure where she'd gone wrong. Karen had left her angry and confused when she had stormed out this morning. "I'm sorry Karen, was it something I did or said? I never wanted to force you away. Are you alright?"
"Nah. I'm okay."
"I feel so badly over how you left. How'd you get home?" she asked.
"Walked to corner. Caught a bus. Transferred twice."
"Can't you at least put together a full sentence for me?"
"Look, Pam. I'm sorry I made things awkward between us. I really, really regret what I did."
What was it about conversations like this that made it hard for Pam to maintain eye contact with Karen? She looked instead at her toes. Karen's shoes were much more stylish than her's. "You didn't do anything you need to regret."
"Yeah. You're right," Karen said, and Pam gulped. "It's no big deal, didn't really mean anything. I've been making something out of nothing. But thanks, for being there for me yesterday, keeping me from jumping off a bridge or anything like that. You're such a good friend." Karen abruptly retreated back to the office before Pam had even had time to absorb that.
For the second time this morning, Karen left without Pam watching her go. "What?" She stood there, shaking her head.
***
Toby was right: the pamphlet was crap.
***
Lunch was painful. No one was eating with anyone else. It's like something had happened to make everyone enemies. (Oh, wait. Duh.) Karen was eating in the breakroom, but even from where she was seated at the reception desk, Pam could tell that the few others who were in there with her were giving a wide berth. It was not a situation that Pam wanted to enter.
So she sat at her desk, not eating her yogurt, watching Jim not eat his sandwich. Already a few times they had spotted the other staring, but it wasn't funny like it used to be. She almost perferred how they had been ignoring each other for the past few months.
Pam finally picked herself up and talked to him. As she opened her mouth, she realized that it wasn't as difficult or awkward as she imagined. It was still sad though, because nothing about their situation was right, and likely wouldn't be soon. Maybe not ever. "Jim, I can't forgive you for hurting her," she said, so softly he could barely hear.
He looked guilty, slightly disappointed, but somehow more relaxed than he had been in recent memory. "I know," he replied. "I don't expect you to. Just one more mistake I've made in a long line of screw ups." Funny that he said it without the expected remorse. Just stating a fact.
"Yeah, you're a stupid ass," she said, lightly, though they could both tell there was real anger behind it. "Don't beat yourself up about it."
He smirked a self-defeatist smirk. "I'm sure Karen will do that for me."
"Did you know that she was trying to alienate us?"
"I did not. I wouldn't put it past her, though. Karen seems really nice, but she's got a mean streak on her."
"Yeah. How's your ass?"
"Soggy, thanks."
Pam chuckled (not leastly, to make sure she still could). "Have fun with that the rest of the day." The sound of laughter rang hollow in her ears. This wasn't the right conversation for easy banter. "She really cared about you. You could have shown some remorse, you know."
"I know," he said, solemnly. "It would have been fake."
"I know. That's why I can't really talk to you about this right now. I'm angry with you. Jim, you treated her very badly. You've been acting like an jackass and just making everyone miserable."
"She lied to you too."
"I can forgive Karen. She was only fighting for the one she loved. You can't say the same thing."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah. So am I. I hope you understand why I can't be friends with you anymore. At least, not right now. Maybe someday we put this behind us and start again..."
"Soon, I hope."
"I hope."
He looked like he was about to cry. Let him. He's earned it.
The rest of lunch was still painful.
***
Pam caught up to Karen as she tried to beat a hasty exit from the office at the end of the day.
"Stop running away from me."
"Please, I don't want to talk right now."
"I held you all night. Dammit, look at me!"
Karen faltered, but she didn't turn. "Why can't you accept that I don't feel that way about you?" Why can't you just look at me?
"Do you really mean that?"
"Pam! We were drunk. I was heartbroken and vulnerable. You were lonely. Just please, let this be some crazy thing we did in our bleakest moments. Accept that it didn't mean anything." Karen looked down, like all her energy was gone. "Why can't you accept that I don't feel that way about you?" Shaking her head, she harrumphed and walked away with short, abrupt stides.
She'd inexplicably fallen hard for Karen already, and that rejection hurt like a stake through her heart. How could she have gotten this (everything) so wrong? God, she was so stupid for thinking some stupid rebound thing (not even 'thing') was something real. It was just like her to desperately latch onto the first warm body willing to lie next to her, the first person who sort of gets her. But that didn't explain the smile she'd gotten earlier this morning after she told Karen that she was interested, or the words that she doesn't think she'd imagined as Karen walked out of her apartment. Old Beesly would have just stood there, maybe cried a little, taken Karen at her word, and pretended that nothing had happened. Fancy New Beesly decided it was time to call someone out on her lies. "Bullshit!"
Hand falling from the elevator's down button, Karen slowly faced her, totally shocked. "What?"
Pam squared her shoulders and stared her down. "Bullshit," she repeated deliberately. And she pulled Karen into a frenzied kiss.
Maybe Fancy New Beesly was fancier than she expected.