Author's Notes: Started this sometime last summer...my original idea was to have a series of songfics relating to every song on The Fame Monster, which didn't quite work out, but I'm sort of fond of the end result nonetheless. This is also my 100th fic, which makes me feel slightly sentimental.

Disclaimer: Characters and lyrics aren't mine.


We Could Write a Bad Romance

I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

She will regret this in the morning. But morning is later and now is now, and it seems like a pretty good idea in this moment. It's exhilarating, it's daring, and it's ostentatiously sexy. In short, it's everything that she's not.

She's had more to drink than he has. Still, they're both pretty buzzed. It frees them of their inhibitions. Normally, they're both quiet, but tonight he's talking and she's laughing and any observer would think that they knew each other pretty well. They don't. They're just co-workers; they're just two of the more normal people in the office that brims with unusual characters.

When morning comes, she will question if this ever happened, because this just isn't her. But right now, all she can focus on is him.


Just give in, don't give up baby, open up your heart and your mind to me

He's always thought that she was sort of pretty. Not in a wearing-tons-of-makeup Kelly way, but in her own subdued way. He's always wanted to get to know her better, maybe hang out outside of work a few times. She seems normal, and that's a rarity at Dunder Mifflin. Yeah, he wouldn't mind being friends.

He's always been a bit jealous of Jim, who makes her smile every day without fail. He wants to make her smile, really smile, but he'll settle for this happy look she's got now. They're having fun. It's cool.


I want your drama, the touch of your hand. I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand

He's kissing her and telling her she looks amazing and Roy never does that. She can't remember ever feeling this alive before.

There's a voice in the back of her head telling her to stop, that this is wrong, that she's engaged to another man and should not be doing this. She hears this voice. She hears it, but she ignores it anyway.


I'll never love again, oh friend you've left me speechless

The sunlight glares down at them from his bed. She wakes up with a throbbing headache and thinks crap.

Then she realizes where she is. Or rather, she realizes that she doesn't know where she is. This bed isn't the familiar double, these walls aren't the dull color that they usually are, and that isn't Roy sleeping by her side.

It's Ryan.

She's cheated on Roy with Ryan. A ten year courtship and a three year engagement, only to wake up in someone else's bed. What kills her, though, is the fact that she doesn't even feel worthy of him anymore. How could she dream of Jim wanting to be with her if she trashed a ten year relationship just like that? She isn't the type of girl he deserves anymore.

She exhales sharply at the thought of that.

Ryan doesn't wake up.


Don't call my name, Alejandro, I'm not your babe.

The next day they end up in the break room together. She waits for her tea to steep and he uses the toaster. Things are surprisingly mundane, normal, and for a second he wonders if he had imagined last night. He knew he hadn't, though. He knew it was real. He knew they'd slept together

"Hey," he says.

And she looks at him. Her face is a mural of confusion and fear and guilt. She doesn't say anything; she just walks through the door and out of the break room. It's as if she's fleeing. She walks away from him, and he almost wants to laugh at himself for thinking there was a chance that it might not end like this.