Pam sat at her desk and sighed. She could not wait for the weekend. She glanced down at the clock on her taskbar from her Free Cell game. She looked up and saw Jim his desk. He had moved back to his old desk the morning after their frist date.

He must have seen her from the corner of his eye, because he also looked up and smiled at her.

She could not believe that it had been over a full week since Jim had interrupted her private interview to ask her out. That night had been incredible. He had taken her out to dinner and a late movie. Given that they did not really need a "getting to know you" stage, they were both at ease with showing affection. Jim had made the first move, simply slipping his arm around her back as they waited for their table at the restaurant. Then, at the movies, he put his arm around her and she quickly settled into his side, resting her head on his shoulder.

At the night's end, when he dropped her off at her apartment, he gave her a sweet, innocent good-night kiss. She wrinkled her brow, obviously dissatisfied. She knew he was merely trying to be polite, but they had to be realistic, right? She lowered her head in that special way that made him chuckle, keeping her eyes up, letting him know that the kiss he had given simply wasn't enough. Jim smiled and kissed her with much more ferocity and quite frankly, intimacy.

It was like the kiss he had given her that night last May, when he had confessed his love, and followed her up to the office when she called her mom. Yes, that kiss was the best kiss she had had in a long while--no, ever. But this kiss--it was perfect. It was like that kiss, but without the guilt. And she did not push him away this time. No, she pulled him in, running her hands along his chest and shoulders, and at times, running her fingers through his newly-cut hair.

She wanted to invite him in, but she wasn't sure if he was ready for that. After all, he had only broken up with Karen that day. But he had broken up with Karen (he gave Pam the short version while they waited for their appetizer at dinner), and he had come all the way back to Scranton just to ask her out. So why didn't she go for it?

After this line of reasoning, and feeling how desperate and yearning his lips and his hands were, she pulled away. "Jim," she said breathlessly. "I don't want to sound... pushy or... or anything, but... I was wondering... do you want to... to come up?"

Jim smiled. His lip curled up and Pam couldn't help but smile back. She turned to the door and removed her keys, unlocking the first door to her apartment building. She nearly ran up the stairs to the second story, pulling Jim behind her, and stopped only when she reached her door. She still had her keys out from the first door, so it was easy to open this second one.

Once inside, Pam pulled Jim to her and kissed him fervently. She walked backwards toward her bedroom, dropping her purse and sweater on the couch and removing her shoes (thank God she wore simple flats that she could slip off!) as she walked. Jim had also removed his light sweater and kicked off his shoes just as they approached her door.

"Are you sure?" Pam asked, pulling her lips away (as difficult as that was). "I mean if it's too soon--"

Jim cut her off with another kiss. He broke away after a few seconds. "Pam," he said softly, only mere millimeters from her lips. "I've been waiting for this for four years. I'm sure."

Pam giggled and kissed him again, opening the bedroom door behind her.

Pam beamed at the memory of that night.

Karen had stayed in New York over the weekend after Jim broke up with her, and returned this past Monday. It was awkward, but Pam had gotten so used to Karen's icy glares and cold shoulders that she didn't really care. And if she were truly honest with herself, Pam would admit that she actually enjoyed Karen witnessing her interaction with Jim. They were much better suited for one another, and Pam enjoyed rubbing that in Karen's face. She only wished Roy still worked there so she could shove his face in it, too.

Pam wasn't sure if her new feisty self was good, but she was enjoying it. She enjoyed telling people what she really thought, and getting what she wanted.

Pam looked at Jim again and smiled. It was finally real. They were together. Pam looked down at her computer when an indicative bleep told her that she had a new email. She opened it and read:

Hey, Beesly.

Ready for the weekend? Yeah, me too. Andy's been humming showtunes in falcetto again. Did you hear it? I'm sure you did. Yeah, I'm so ready to go. Only, let's see... two more hours. So, hey, about this weekend--you wanna come over tonight and just stay through Monday? I think that would be easier than you driving home every day, right? You know I'm right.

Oh, one more thing--Dwight is suspicious of Andy working for a Russian terrorist group called "Vodkaski" Just something to keep you entertained until 5.

Love you, Beautiful, :)

Jim

Pam grinned widely. She did not respond, but merely rose from her seat, walking past Jim's desk with a grin, and heading for Andy's. "Hey, Andy," Pam said casually, leaning agaisnt the desk. Her back was to Jim, so she couldn't see him, but she was sure he was smiling.

"Ah, Pam. Pama-lama-ding-dong. What can I do--for you?"

"Ah, well, I had a call for you, but I couldn't quite understand the caller. The phone was really, like, staticky, and I think they had some kind of an accent, like Russian or something. And before I could transfer them to you, the phone cut out." Andy wrinkled his brow and shook his head. Pam saw Dwight's head turn slightly from the corner of her eye. "So I was wondering, was that important...?"

Andy pursed his lips. "Well, if it was a customer, then they are the most important person to me, so if they call again, please transfer them immediately."

"Ok, I will," Pam said softly. As she returned to her desk, she received a pleased grin from Jim. That was enough to get her through the next hour.

At 4:30, Karen approached the receptionist desk. "Have there been any calls for me?" Karen asked impatiently.

"No," Pam replied, shaking her head.

"Well, if there were, you would tell me, right?" she asked sharply.

Pam smiled. "That is my job," Pam replied.

Karen smiled. "Yeah, it is. You're a receptionist." Karen turned abruptly and went back to her desk.

Pam sighed and emailed a one-word email to Jim:

Wow.

When Jim received it, he turned just slightly to face her fully. He nodded with a sad grin and shrugged. He replied to the email.

I don't know what I was thinking. Thank God that's all over. Hey--only half an hour. You can make it!

Pam smiled when she received the email. Thirty minutes later, she gathered up her things, put the phones on the nightly forwarding system, and entered the elevator with Jim.

"So what time will you be over?" he asked as the doors closed.

Pam shrugged. "When I feel like it."

Jim looked at her sideways with a half-grin. "So, seven?"

Pam smiled. "Sure--seven. Or seven thirty... eight..." She shrugged again with a smile.

Jim grinned and shook his head. The elevator doors opened and Jim walked Pam ot her car. He ignored the fact that Karen was still getting into her car (which he thought was strange, since she had gone down before they did) and gave Pam a nice, full kiss. "See you at seven," he mumbled, walking to his own car.

Pam got into her blue Yaris and sighed in contentment. She glanced up into her rear-view mirror, where she saw Karen finally getting in and starting up her car. Pam turned over the ignition and pulled out of the driveway. She tried not to speed as she drove home, but the anticipation was too much. She was about to spend a whole weekend with Jim--her Jim.

Pam pulled into her designated parking spot and practically ran into her apartment to start packing for her long, wonderful weekend.

Pam arrived at Jim's apartment just before seven.  She was a little surprised to see Jim walking out to his own car with an overnight bag over his shoulder.

"Trying to leave before I get here?" she teased.  Jim paused as he approached her and gave her a quick kiss as he took her bag from her.  

"Yup," he teased in return, that famous Jim grin across his face.  "I guess you caught me."

Pam smiled curiously, wondering what Jim had planned.  "So, where are we going?"

Jim shrugged.  "I don't know.  I figured we'd just drive around till we found someplace to crash."  He set the bags down to unlock his car trunk. 

"Liar," she accused, biting her lip.  Knowing how Jim's mind worked, she wondered what kind of weekend was in store for her.  "Is this why you suggested I pack a bag for the whole weekend?"

"You are so smart, Beesly," he commented as he put the bags into the trunk and closed it.  "That's why I love you."  He planted a kiss on her forehead and went back to his apartment to finish locking up.  Pam followed him there, waiting for him to finish.  He stopped by the fridge to pull out two drinks: a Coke and a grape soda.  He tossed her the Coke and opened the grape soda for himself.

Pam opened the coke as they walked out to the car.  Jim opened the passenger door for her, and she got in.  He closed the door and walked around.  When he got in, Pam looked at him expectantly, hoping he would tell her where they were going.  He didn't, of course, but merely started the car and began to drive. 

After about 40 minutes of driving, they arrived at the Shadowbrook Inn and Resort.  Pam raised her eyebrows at Jim, impressed at his choice of getaways.  

"Wow, this is... wow..." she muttered, looking at the resort around her.  Jim parked and the two got out of the car.  Jim took the bags out of the trunk and headed into the lobby of the inn.   He went to the front desk and told them his reservation number. 

As he filled out the paperwork, a managorial-type man came in and greeted Jim.  "Jim!  Good to see you!" 

"Hey, Dave," Jim said, handing the paperwork back to the front desk clerk.  "How's that cream cardstock workin' out for you?"

"Oh, great, great," Dave said.  "Hey, enjoy your stay and let me know if there's anything you need."

"I sure will.  Thank you, Dave."

After settling into their room, Jim and Pam headed down to the on-site restaurant, the Bogeys Bar and Grille.

"So what exactly are we doing this weekend?" Pam asked, taking a sip of her Moosehead.  

"That, is... a secret."

"Oh a secret, huh?"

"Yes." Jim nodded as he brought his own beer to his lips.  "And you are not getting anything out of me."

"Oh, I'll get something," Pam stated with certainty.   She could only hold her serious look for a few seconds, though.  She soon started laughing and leaned over the table, closer to Jim.  He took her free hand (the one not holding her beer), and held it casually.

After their food had been delivered and eaten, Jim and Pam spent a short time at the bar, just talking and laughing.  After that, they went back to their room.  Jim opened his overnight bag and pulled out a DVD.

"Ooh, a romantic evening of... what is this?" she asked, taking the DVD from him.  "Mallrats?  We're watching Mallrats?   Seriously?"

Jim shrugged.  "Why not?"

Pam rolled her eyes as she sat on the bed and bent over to take her shoes off.  

"It's a classic," Jim said, kicking off his shoes and climbing onto the king-sized bed.  "You'll love it," he promised as she, too, climbed onto the bed.  Pam snuggled up next to Jim as he took up the remote from the nightstand and pressed "Play".   

About the time when TS and Brodie discussed the significance of the Food Court and which eateries were a part of it, Pam finally admitted that she actually was enjoying herself.

"Not as bad  as you thought?" Jim asked when he saw her laughing. 

"No, it's... actually quite funny."

"Well, I'm glad you like it.  We still have four more Kevin Smith movies to watch before the weekend is over," Jim told her.

"Four more?" she echoed.  "Are we having a marathon?"

Jim opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself and shook his head with a laugh.  "Yeah, a marathon..."

Pam rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms tighter around Jim's middle.  "Yeah, we'll see about that."

"What was that, Beesly?" he asked, pulling away slightly to face her fully.  "Are you teasing me?"

"Always," she growled, lifting her face to kiss his neck.  He bent his head to meet her lips, and the movie was soon forgotten. 

Pam woke the next morning to the sound of Jim fixing coffee at the little coffee station in their room. She smiled at the scent and sat up. Jim brought her a cup of coffee and handed her a few packets of sugar and creamer. She fixed it the way she liked it and watched Jim as he fixed his own cup.

"So what's the plan for today?"

Jim shrugged, and Pam knew that meant he had a full day planned. She finished her coffee and jumped into the shower. She then pulled on her most comfortable jeans and that deep red shirt she had bought online. Jim smiled widely when he saw it on her, and that made her glad that she had brought it.

Jim put on some jeans and a dark green t-shirt. Without a word, Jim took Pam's hand and led her out of the room, down to the lobby, and out to the car. The two got in and began to drive. Pam was curious where they were going as they headed south on the PA I-81. It wasn't very long before they reached their destination: Knoebels Amusement Park.

Pam let out a laugh, covering her mouth, when she saw where they were.

"Pam, I'm guessing you are a risk-taker," Jim began, leading her through the admission gates. "So I will say that you would like to try the... Power Surge."

"The Power Surge, huh?" she said, allowing him to lead her to the ride.

"Yes. The Power Surge," he repeated. "According to the brochure," he said, taking out a map/pamphlet from his back pocket (which he had apparently picked up when they entered the park). " 'Once you’re in your seat and the ride begins, it’s hard to tell which way is up.' Hm. Sounds like a meeting with Michael."

Pam laughed and held onto his arm as they approached the end of the line. "Hey, you think we can talk Michael into taking us here for like, a company... um, bonding day or something."

"Oh, we totally could," Jim agreed. "Do you think Ryan will approve the company paying for it?"

Pam laughed again. "I really doubt it. But it's worth a try." She thought a moment. "Yeah, no, I don't think he would."

They waited in line another minute before Pam spoke up again. "So totally out of the blue about Ryan, huh? I mean, whod've thought the guy who started as a temp would be the one to take Jan's place?"

"Yeah, totally random," Jim agreed. "So I was thinking about Vodkaski," Jim began.

"Oh! I had an idea!" Pam burst out. "So you know how Andy plays the banjo?"

Jim nodded. "Why, yes, I do. I think we both know about Andy's banjo-playing skills."

Pam smiled and rolled her eyes. "Well, I was thinking that we could convince Dwight that the banjo has like, special mind-control abilities, and then convince Andy to bring in his banjo and play it for us all."

"Beesly, you're killing me!" Jim sighed, shaking his head. "Is that all you've got? I didn't realize how detrimental my time in Stamford was. You're losing it. Ok, this is what we do: We'll find a website that has a whole bunch of Russian words on it, and then you print it out with a fax cover sheet with Andy's name on it. When Andy is gone--breakroom or bathroom or something--leave the 'fax' on his desk. Dwight will become curious, and I will tell him that I can help him to find out if Andy really is a Russian spy. I will tell him that I took Russian in college, and will 'translate' it for him."

"Ooh! this is great," Pam said, clasping her hands together in front of her chest. "You're right--this is much better than the banjo. AND, we won't have to listen to Andy playing his banjo."

"Exactly," Jim concurred. "You gotta get back in the swing of things, Bees, seriously."

Pam nodded. "I know, I'm workin' on it." Pam smiled girlishly and attached herself to Jim's side once again.

After riding the Power Surge, Jim told Pam to pick a ride. She chose the Super Roundup. Jim looked in his brochure for the description. " 'Experience all of the sensations of centrifugal force as you spin and elevate at the same time.' I think we should try that later tonight," he added with a devlish grin.

Pam swatted his arm playfully. "Jim Halpert, you are unbelievable."

"I know, pretty amazing, right?" Jim said, putting his hands on his hips like a superhero.

After a few more rides, Jim suggested they eat.  In the food court, Jim found a little sandwich stand and bought them sandwiches and Cokes. Jim turned to Pam, "Want some chips?"

"Sure," she said, taking the two Cokes and finding a place to sit.

Jim returned with the chips (Cool Ranch Doritos for himself and French Onion Sun Chips for Pam) and sat across from Pam.

"You know what else I was thinking?" Pam said, unwrapping her sandwich.

"That you're super lucky to have an awesome boyfriend like me?"

Pam shook her head with a laugh, although she had to admit that it did feel pretty awesome to acknowledge Jim as her boyfriend. "No, I was thinking that Dwight is inevitably going to tell Michael about his suspicions. What do we do then?"

"Michael won't believe him," Jim said flippantly, taking a bite of his BLT.

"But he'd probably believe you," Pam said with a sparkle in her eye.

Jim smiled, shaking his head. "Beesly, you are incredible. Welcome back."

Pam grinned. "You too."

It was getting dark, and Jim and Pam had ridden all of the rides they had been interested in. The couple walked to Jim's car and got in, ready to start heading back to the resort.

Feeling a little hungry, Jim stopped at Pompei's restaurant. They each had some pasta, salad, and shared a big piece of chocolate cheesecake after the meal. When they had had enough to eat, Jim and Pam went to the resort.

As they walked onto the grounds, Jim noticed the sign for "Vibrations: The Club".

"Hey, let's go there," he suggested. Pam shruged and conceded. She felt a little odd being in a club in just her jeans and a shirt, while all the other girls there were in skin-tight cocktail dresses, and the men were in snazzy suits. But then she realized that she was with Jim, so why would it matter that she was just wearing jeans?

Jim and Pam went up to the bar and ordered. Pam got a Tequila Sunrise, and Jim got a Guiness. After receiving their drinks, Jim and Pam found a table along the wall of the club and watched the people around them.

After her third refill, Pam was really starting to loosen up. Jim laughed at her cute way of nodding with the songs and had an idea. He told her he would be right back and headed for the DJ.

"Hey, man," Jim said with a nod. "Hey, uh, what's your name?"

"Chris," he answered over the music.

"Alright, I'm Jim. Listen, do you take requests?"

"I sure do," Chris assured him. "Whaddya want?"

"Ah, Sing by Travis," Jim told him. "And can you say something when you play it?"

"Sure, man."

****

Jim returned to the table where Pam was sucking the second drink out of the bottom of her glass.

"Where were you?" Pam shouted over the din.

Jim shrugged. Pam sighed with a roll of her eyes and a wide grin. Another plan.

Suddenly she heard the DJ saying, "Beesly, get on the dance floor. This had better go beyond swaying."

Pam looked to Jim curiously. "What the hell?" she asked, tilting her head. Jim took her hand and led her to the dance floor as "Sing" by Travis began to play. She circled her arms around his neck, staring up at him with a wide grin as they danced to the song:

Baby, you've been going so crazy
Lately, nothing seems to be going right
Solo, why do you have to get so low
You're so...
You've been waiting in the sun too long

But if you sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
For the love you bring won't mean a thing
Unless you sing, sing, sing, sing

Colder, crying on your shoulder
Hold her, and tell her everythings gonna be fine
Surely, you've been going to early
Hurry, cause no one's gonna be stopped

But if you sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
For the love you bring won't mean a thing
Unless you sing, sing, sing, sing

Baby, there's something going on today
But I say nothing, nothing, nothing,
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

As the song ended, Pam reached up and pulled Jim's face down to hers. She kissed him deeply, pressing her body against his.

He decided he had a better idea and the two quickly left the club in favor of their room. Once there, Jim closed the door firmly behind him and kicked off his shoes. Pam was still attached to his lips, running her hands through his hair. Jim ran his hands along her torso, then lifted the deep red shirt off of her. Pam helped him out of his shirt, and as they stumbled backwards onto the bed, Jim mumbled, "I guess we won't be watching Chasing Amy tonight."

Jim carried the bags to the car just after they checked out. He then opened the door for Pam, and she got into the car. Jim switched on the radio as he drove out of the Resort parking lot. Pam changed the channel on the radio a few times before deciding she didn't like any of the selections. So, she took out her Ipod and hooked it up to the stereo. She put on a playlist and set the Ipod down between the two seats.

As they entered Scranton, Pam saw a billboard advertising the Steamtown Rail Museum. She suddenly burst out into laughter. Jim turned to her curiously (though still keeping his eyes on the road).

"You alright, there?" Jim wondered.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just saw that sign for the museum, and thought... it would be the kind of place Dwight would take Angela--" Pam then quickly covered her mouth, realizing the secret she had let out. "Ohmygod!" she exclaimed. "I wasn't supposed to say anything.  Angela is going to KILL me! Please promise me you won't say anything!"

"Oh, well, uh, I... actually already know."

Pam dropped her jaw in surprise, knowing Dwight would not have trusted him with such sensitive information. "How did you find out?"

"I kinda... saw them making out one day," Jim confessed.

"Ew," Pam mumbled. "I mean, well, I'm sure they're great for each other."

"Yes," Jim agreed. "They will keep each other from the innocent public. Although if they reproduce, who knows what kind of havoc that child will sow."

"Yeah," Pam said with a nod.

"How did you find out?" Jim asked. "And more importantly, why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, first of all, Jim, you didn't tell me either. And, I promised Angela," she added. "I sorta just... figured it out and pieced some things together. And then when I mentioned it to Angela, she didn't deny it, so..."

"Well, at least you did not have the traumatizing experience I had," Jim stated. "I mean, that whole... scene... is stuck in my head for all time."

Pam laughed loud, and Jim smiled at the sound of it. Then she started to laugh even harder.

"C'mon, it wasn't that funny!"

"No, no, I just started thinking--what if we went on a double date with them?"

"Bees, you have really lost it, you know that?"

Pam continued to laugh at the thought. Suddenly Pam looked to Jim inquizitively. "You don't think we're the only ones who know, do you? I mean, obviously Michael doesn't know, and Kelly doesn't know, because then everyone would know by now. But I mean, there's gotta be other people who've pieced it together, like I did, right? And we just don't know? 'Cause if we knew, but we didn't know that we both knew, then surely there are others."

"We should start a support group," Jim suggested. He pulled into his parking spot at his apartment complex.

"So what do we do now?" Pam asked.

"About Dight and Angela? I say we push it out of our minds, because that is not what I wanted to think about when I'm spending the weekend with you," Jim said with a grin.

"No, I mean what are we doing now?"

"Ah, right now, we are sitting in my car."

"Shut up," Pam chuckled with a roll of her eyes. She opened the car door and got out. Jim did likewise and headed to the trunk, where he retrieved the two bags. The couple then walked up to his apartment and set the bags just inside the door.

"You know, we never finished the, uh, Kevin Smith marathon," Jim noted. "I'll order a pizza and we can watch that for a while."

"And this is your idea of a romantic weekend?" Pam challenged. "Kevin Smith and pizza?"

Jim shrugged. "Hey, it got me lucky the other night, didn't it?"

Pam rolled her eyes. "We had steak and ribs that night, not pizza."

"Oh, so it's the steak and ribs that gets me lucky--I see now," Jim muttered, taking the DVD out of his bag and opening the case.

Pam went into the kitchen and helped herself to a beer. She got one out for Jim as well and joined him where he was now seated on the couch. She handed him the beer just as the opening to Chasing Amy began.

"What is it with guys and comics?" Pam asked. "I just don't get it."

Jim shrugged. "I guess it's like girls and romance novels. They want to read about the things that'll never happen for them. They want to be someone they can never be."

"I guess that makes sense," she conceded. "So who do you wanna be?"

"What?"

"What comic book hero would you want to be?" she clarified.

Jim narrowed his eyes and gave that cute sideways frown that was displayed when he was deep in thought. "Well, who says I want to be a hero?"

"Oh, so you want to be the villain?" Pam asked. "The bad-boy Jim is coming out now! I knew there was a reason I was attracted to you." Pam flashed a wide grin at Jim.

"I think I would be... the illegitimate love child between The Ridller and Wonder Woman."

"Wow," Pam said with a giggle. "Was not expecting that."

"Best of both worlds," he explained with a shrug. "All the powers and superhuman strength of Wonder Woman, and the impish wit of The Riddler." After a moment, he asked, "What about you? I'm sure you've picked up a comic book or two in your day. You are an illustrator, after all."

Pam smiled and rolled her eyes. "Well, I've always wanted to be Cat Woman, because she gets to kick ass in a really sexy outift, but... now cats just make me think of Angela, so I think I'd rather be Sheena."

Jim blinked in surprise and shook his head in wonder. "That's... wow.  And... now I'm picturing you in an animal skin bikini, and that's... really great."

Pam rolled her eyes and grinned widely. "Whatever, dork--let's just watch the movie."

"Oh, so now you want to watch the movie? Ok, I see..." he teased.

The pizza came and Jim got up to get it. He paid and brought it into the living room. They continued watching the movie, laughing and chatting about the plot.

After the movie ended, Jim put in the next one: Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. Pam and Jim laughed through that movie (especially after they had a few more beers), and when it was over, Jim turned the TV off and stretched.

"You, uh, getting ready for something?" she teased, seeing how long he had been stretching.

"Do I need to get ready for something?" he teased in return.

Pam grinned as she grabbed her overnight bag and ran into the bathroom. "Give me a few minutes, k?" she called from inside.

Jim took those few moments to clean up the living room. He threw out the beer bottles and put the remaining pizza in the fridge. As he exited the kitchen, the phone rang.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey," came the familiar voice.

Jim sighed. "I can't talk right now, Karen. We've discussed this as much as we can, and I'm not ruining my weekend by rehashing the past with you."

"Oh, so me just calling and trying to be friendly would ruin your weekend? What the hell?"

"I just know that it won't stay friendly--it'll turn into a fight, and I don't want to do that right now."

Karen sighed. "Fine, whatever. But can we talk about this sometime next week?"

"Look, I don't have a problem if you want to talk--but we've talked about this plenty of times, and I've made my decision. Besides, our talking always turns into fighting, and I really don't see the point in that. So no, I won't talk to you next week. I'm sorry, but you really need to just put us behind you."

There were a few seconds of silence before Jim heard the dial tone. He gratefully hung the phone up and walked back towards his bedroom. Pam soon came out of the bathroom wearing an incredibly sexy dark blue satin nightgown.

Jim looked her over and whispered, "Wow." He had definitely made the right choice.

Pam felt Jim shift under her arm. She readjusted her head so that it rested comfortably on his shoulder. After a few moments, she heard his stimach growling. She opened her eyes and glanced up at him. He was wide awake, and had apparently been that way for some time. What was he doing? Just watching her sleep?

Pam grinned as she lifted her head to kiss him chastely on the lips. "You're hungry," she observed. "Let me make you breakfast."

"Can you cook?" Jim teased.

"Damn straight," she assured him, moving to a sitting position. She leaned over the side of the bed brielfy to find her nightgown on the floor and then pulled it over her head. "Better than you can, Halpert."

"No," he said simply, shaking his head. "No one can outcook James Halpert."

"Well, Pamela Beesly can," she told him with a quirky smile.

"Is that a challenge?" Jim asked, sitting upright. "You're on Beesly. Name the terms."

Pam thought for a moment. "Loser has to be nice to Dwight AND Andy for two full workdays."

"It's a bet," he said, exetending his hand. As she went to shake it, he pulled it away with a chuckle.

Pam rolled her eyes and got up to go into the kitchen, leaving Jim to get dressed and join her shortly. "So how is this working?" she called from the kitchen.

Jim entered the ktichen, wearing sweatpants and a thin white undershirt, to answer her question. ""I will cook, you'll see that I have superior skills, and then you'll be nice to Dwight and Andy for two full workdays."

Pam rolled her eyes. "No, seriously. We gotta lay out the ground rules."

"We'll each cook for each other, and whoever makes the best food--the best tasting and the most creative--wins."

Pam nodded and took out a few eggs. She made Jim an omlette with onions, cheese, a few spices (such as paprika and oregano), and minced ham. She also made a side of hash browns (from scratch, not a bag!) and a few sausages. Pam then made a happy face with the sausages, and used the hash browns as hair (making sure to make the hair messy, like Jim's).

Pam was actually quite impressed that he had all the ingredients she needed. She wondered if he had bought breakfast food in anticipation of this weekend.

Jim made Pam a unique meal of eggs fried inside the hole of a piece of toast. He added bacon bits and seasonings, and melted cheese on top. On the side, he sliced oranges and cooked home fries (also from scratch).

After tasting the competition's food, it came time to decide upon a winner.

Jim sighed, covering his stomach, indicating that he was full. "Quite a meal, Bees," he admitted. "But I don't know... mine was pretty creative."

"Hey, mine had a face! That's art!" Pam argued. "Although, yours was pretty creative." She thought a moment. "I think for the sake of Vodkaski, we should call it even."

Jim nodded. "You're right. We can't be nice to them both when we have such a great plan for them. Alright, it's a tie."

"Good," Pam said with a nod. She finished her orange slices and picked up the plates to bring them to the sink. "So what's next on the itinerary for the Halpert Memorial Weekend?"

"Oh, uh, there's a barbeque at Mark's, today around two."

Pam looked at the clock. "Well, it's only eleven," she said.

Jim curved up his lip. "Another movie?"

"You are such a geek!"

"Your choice," he promised.

Pam smiled wryly. "Ok," she said slowly, going over to his DVD collection. She did not expect to see it there, but--yes! There it was. "I can't believe you actually have it!" she exclaimed, picking up Legally Blonde.

Jim shrugged. "It was reccommended to me as a guilty pleasure, so I had to try it," he said with a wink.

"Well, that's my choice."

Jim nodded and headed to the couch. Pam curled up beside him after putting the movie in the DVD player.

When the movie was finished, Pam jumped into the shower and got dressed. As she brushed her hair and did her make up, Jim showered and dressed. It was just about two when they were ready to go, so they both headed down to Jim's car.

About ten minutes later, they arrived at Mark's house (previously Jim's place before he moved to Stamford. But when he returned, Mark had gotten another roommate, so Jim had to find a new place). The place was bursting with people. Jim raised his eyebrows, impressed with how many people had come, especially so early in the party.

As they walked up the street (since they had to park a little ways away) and up the driveway, Jim wove his fingers through Pam's. The front door was open, so they just walked in, loud music blasting at them as they entered. Jim found Mark in the back, grilling hot dogs, hamburgers and chicken.

A group just inside the house was singing along with the music. Pam smiled, being reminded of the barbeque Jim had so many months before. She looked at her side, where Jim stood, and relished in that moment.

"Hey, man!" Mark called from behind the grill. "How's it going?"

Jim reached over the grill with his free hand to shake Mark's hand. "It's goin... great, actually. Hey, you remember Pam, right?"

"How could I forget?" Mark asked rhetorically, reaching to shake Pam's hand. "You never stopped talking about her the whole time you were living here." He paused, taking a sip of the beer on a nearby table. He then turned to Pam. "So you finally gave into this guy, huh?"

Pam nodded. "Yes, he was very persistent," she laughed.

Jim smiled. "Well, someone once told me to never ever give up, so... I gotta follow that advice, ya know?"

"Hey, there's some beers in the cooler over there," Mark said, nodding towards a blue Igloo cooler on the grass nearby. "Or sodas in the fridge--whatever."

Jim relinquished Pam's hand for only a moment to grab the beers. He opened one and handed it to Pam before opening his own and taking a sip.

"Look, I don't know if this is stepping over any lines, but," Mark began, leaning to the side as if telling a secret. "I've always liked Pam better than Karen."

Jim smiled. "Yeah, me too."

"Man, that woman was a bitch, wasn't she?"

Pam smiled. "I won't comment on what I think of Karen. I'd rather be having fun and not thinking about her."

"Right, right," Mark said, nodding. "Sorry--I just had to say it, ya know?"

"No problem," Jim said with a shrug. He moved his hand across Pam's back and found the little spot where her shirt met her jeans. He snuck a few fingers under the shirt and ran them across the soft skin at the small of her back. She wiggled a little, since that was a very ticklish spot for her, and he just smiled contently.

After another very short conversation with Mark, Jim went inside to find a few more friends. He found Mark's girlfriend, Lisa, and the new roommate, Steve.

Steve, as it turned out, came from Pittsburgh and transfered here with his IT company. He and Jim soon fell into a debate about basketball, and who would win the college nationals. Pam became bored and sought out Lisa, the one person she remembered from the barbeque so long ago.

Lisa was very nice, and she had taken some art in college, so they did have something to talk about. Lisa's friend, Susan, joined them in the conversation.

Another hour in, Jim came to Pam from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You want something to eat?" he asked, right next to her ear.

Pam nodded. "A burger would be great," she said. "Thanks," she added as Jim walked away towards the grill.

"Jim is really great, isn't he?" Lisa sighed. "Sometimes I wish Mark were as sweet as Jim. But then, that's also what I love about Mark. He's not so... romantic and gushy."

Susan smiled. "Yeah, but frills and romance is nice," she said wistfully. "I mean, if he weren't already with someone, I'd totally go for him."

Pam smiled awkwardly. "Yeah, well..." She didn't know what else to say, so she just nodded.

"I don't want to make you feel weird or anything," Susan declared. "I'm just saying--a guy who's that hot, who's also sweet? That's pretty rare."

Pam nodded, glancing back at Jim standing just outside the sliding glass door. "He is pretty wonderful," she agreed. "My only regret with him is that it took me so long to come around."

"What do you mean?" Susan asked.

"Well, when I first met Jim, I was engaged--to my highschool sweetheart. Who... was no sweetheart. He was... a jerk, to put it simply. But I was too stubborn--or stupid--to break it off. So, even though I knew Jim liked me, and even though I knew he was better for me--and just better all around--I stayed with my fiance. But now..." Pam shrugged. "It hasn't been easy, but I'm glad we're finally here--together, I mean."

Susan cooed. "Aw, that's so sweet! You broke up with your fiance for him? That totally sounds like a movie!"

Pam laughed. "Well, actually, it will be a movie someday," Pam noted.

Susan wrinkled her brows. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Jim and I work in this office, and there's a documentary company that films us there. They've caught a lot of our... moments... on film. It's actually pretty cool--at least I think it will be. None of us have even seen clips of it yet. You guys should see it when it comes out. Although I'm really starting to wonder if they'll ever finish! I mean, they've been filming us for like... two years, and they still haven't finished." Jim came up to her with a plate of food: a burger, chips, and a few snacking veggies from the platter that hardly anyone had touched.

"That's weird," Lisa said.

"What's weird?" Jim asked, trying to catch up on the conversation.

"The documentary crew taking so long to finish," Pam explained.

Jim closed his eyes briefly and shrugged. "I actually have two theories on that. One, either things are getting too interesting for them to stop; or two, Michael's been paying them this whole time, and that's where 75% of his salary goes."

Pam tried not to laugh, since she was already chewing her buger. But she laughed anyways and simply covered her mouth with her hand. She finished chewing and commented, "Yeah, I think it's that second one."

Jim shrugged. "I'd believe it." He then walked away to retrieve a burger of his own.

The evening progressed steadily, and eventually Pam and Jim decided to call it a night. They had drunk just enough to still be sober enough to drive, and some of the guests were getting a little out of hand (since the shots had started about an hour earlier).

Jim drove to his apartment and parked.

"I think I should just go home tonight," Pam said reluctantly as they walked up the steps to Jim's apartment door. "I don't have any work clothes, and I should really get some rest. I've gotta be fresh tomorrow so I can look up Russian websites."

Jim chuckled and retrieved her bag and walked her to her car. "You're alright to drive?" he asked. Pam nodded, digging her keys out of her purse. She opened the passenger door and Jim tossed the bag inside. He then followed her around to the driver's side. Pam leaned back against the door and Jim placed his hands on her waist.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she told him, looking up into those dark green eyes.

He bent down and kissed her solidly on the lips. He lingered for a moment, not wanting to let her go. He was comforted, though, with the thought that he intended for her to be the last woman he would ever kiss. There was no turning away from her. As long as he didn't mess anything up, she would always be his. He smiled with a sigh and finally let her go. She reluctantly got into her car and drove away. Jim watched her as she left.

He nodded solemnly. "Yeah," he said, walking back to his apartment. "It was a good weekend."