The next day at work, I was ready to talk to Roy. During lunchtime I made my way down to the warehouse.
“Hey Roy, can I talk to you for a sec?”
He looked skeptical. “Sure. You’re not gonna faint again, are you?”
“No. Sorry about that, I hadn’t eaten much that day,”
“So what’s up?”
“Well, I was just wondering if.. if you still loved me.”
“Pam, we broke up years ago. I loved you then, sure. But now, I’ve moved on. I have a new girlfriend, she’s pretty wonderful. Actually we’ve been engaged, for about three years now.”
This sounded like my life’s story. I knew this was a dream, but one where not even Roy loved me… I could think of only one more thing to try to make him realize how much he loved me.
I kissed him.
I put every ounce of frustration over the past few days into that kiss. I felt a little more spark than kissing Ryan, but never felt the mythical “seeing fireworks” thing.
I pulled away to see his response. It was slightly more than blank.
“Whoa” was all he said.
“Feel anything? Remember how you loved me?”
“Honestly, Pam? No. I’m sorry.”
I felt a little empty. Well there goes my plan. I’m officially gonna be stuck here forever. The thought made my eyes start to water, so I ran out of the warehouse and into the break room upstairs. Luckily, it was empty. That’s when the tears started flowing.
A million thoughts were running through my mind, so many that I almost didn’t notice the door open and someone walk in. I quickly tried to wipe my tears and think of an excuse.
“I’m fine, really. It’s just been a frustrating-“and right as I turned around, I was enveloped in a pair of gentle but strong arms.
“Jim,” I sobbed.
“Shh, it’s okay” he whispered.
“I don’t know how to get out of this nightmare. I can’t pretend to be with Ryan anymore, and Roy doesn’t love me. What was I supposed to discover?”
He wrapped his arms around me tighter in response.
“We’ll figure this out, Pam. Everything will be okay, let’s just sit down and talk,”
“Okay,” I said as I toned down my sob to a slight sniffle.
“So outside of this dream, Roy really loves you?”
“Yeah, I mean, sometimes we fight over dumb things,”
“Like?”
“Well, sometimes he goes out with the boys and comes home drunk instead of spending the night on the couch eating Chinese food with me. And he always got jealous when I talked to you..”
“Little ol’ me?” he smirked. “Why would he be jealous of me?”
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JIM POV
Okay, so maybe I hoped Roy was jealous because he saw how close Pam and I were; if we were as close in her reality as in mine. A guy could hope.
“He always saw us talking and giggling, and playing pranks on Dwight.”
So they were exactly the same. I smiled at the thought.
As much as I wanted to help Pam, I didn’t want to have her go back to another guy that wasn’t me. I was pretty sure the Jim in Pam’s reality felt the same way I did. Poor bastard.
If it wasn’t Roy, who was this guy the psychic saw? I’m sure Pam would have told me of any important guys in her life, we tell each other everything.
Could it possibly be..? No. There’s no way it could be me.
You need to get that thought out of your head.
I could have sworn Madame Sage winked at me as we were walking out..
No. She had something in her eye. Come on, Jim, you’re just setting yourself up for heartbreak here.
“Jim?”
“Yeah?” Snap out of it, man.
“I thought I lost you there,” she giggled.
“Nope, just taking everything in,” I said with a smile.
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PAM POV
Jim was totally somewhere else, I’d know that look anywhere. He always has that look during Michael’s meetings.
“But yeah, Roy was always a little possessive, not one of his best qualities.”
“He sounds kind of like a jerk, to be honest, Pam.”
“Don’t hold anything back, Jim” I said sarcastically. At least he was honest.
“I’m sorry, but that’s not what you deserve. You deserve nothing but the best,”
I couldn’t stop the smile forming. He had a smirk on his face too.
“Thanks, Halpert. I’ll remember that,”
“I’m here to help,”
“Well, I think I’m gonna sneak home before Ryan sees me. I need to think. If anyone asks, tell them I’m sick or something.”
“You got it. Hope you figure everything out, Pam”
“Thanks. Me too. See you later?”
“Yeah, of course. Call me if you need anything,”
“Bye, Jim,”
“Bye, Pam,"
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Once home, I thought about what I was going to do. I have to figure out what I’m supposed to get out of this dream.
I thought about what Madame Sage said.
I can just barely see a man, a man who has loved you for years. A man who wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you.
Who was this guy if it wasn’t Roy?
I mentally went down the list of men in my life, none of which I thought had loved me for years. You’d think someone would tell you this kind of thing. Although I guess not if you knew that person was engaged and it wouldn’t matter anyways.
I have officially hit rock bottom. I felt tears well up in my eyes.
I wish Jim was here to make me laugh before I started crying. If that didn’t work, at least I’d have a shoulder to cry on. Even though it’s more like a chest to cry on since he’s so tall compared to me.
Roy was never very good when I got emotional. He always apologized, patted me on the back, and gave me space. I think he’s afraid of crying women.
I don’t have to cry for Jim to know something is wrong with me though. He can see it by the look on my face, even when I’m trying to hide it. I can never fool him.
I guess I can’t blame him though, I’m the same way with him. I can always tell when something’s bothering him. He always runs his hands through his hair and his forehead wrinkles a bit. That’s usually when I suggest a prank on Dwight, it never fails to cheer him up.
A single tear ran down my cheek, and that was it. No salty streams of tears running down my face. Apparently just the thought of Jim was enough to comfort me.
And that’s when it hit me.
Oh. My. God.
I got out of my seat in lightning speed and ran over to the phone.
I punched in the numbers and impatiently waited.
Ringing, ringing. Oh, come on!
“Hello?”
“Hey, I need to talk to you now. Meet me at the coffee shop on my block in ten minutes.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Author's Note: Sorry this has taken so long, but I wanted to make sure this was going the way I wanted it to. There is one more chapter left, and possibly an epilogue if anyone would like to read afterthoughts. Without further ado, here is chapter three, we finally get some Jim POV in here (shoutout to LittleFairyAV for the idea).
Disclaimer: I do not own The Office, any characters, and have no affiliation with NBC. No copyright infringement intended.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Office, any characters, and have no affiliation with NBC. No copyright infringement intended.
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