I don't know if this can be real. Years of sitting at that desk. In that office. My heaven and hell all wrapped up, and now, suddenly, she's here.

Jim woke up and blinked at the sunlight pouring in through his half closed blinds. For a moment he forgot the events of last night, until he noticed the mass of frizzy hair resting just under his chin.

"Shit." It was all real then. Pam was here. In HIS bed. wearing HIS shirt. He pulled his arms around her tighter and relished the very feel of her. He'd been waiting so long for this. Just this. Just Pam.

As he lay in the silence, paying close attention to her steady breathing, while in turn breathing her in. He squinted over to look at the clock next to his bed. 7am. Time to get up, unfortunately. Honestly he never wanted to move again. He could happily stay here forever, holding her close. Part of him couldn't bear to let her go, what if she decided this was a mistake? What if she didn't want him anywhere near as much as he wanted her? He decided this was it, this was all he'd have. This blissful, perfect moment, before she woke up and everything he'd ever dreamed of was shattered. Starting to feel tearful, he kissed the top of Pam's head, and nudged her awake.

Pam woke up with a startle. "Jim? Shit. Jim!? What happened? Did we - I mean-"

"No, no. Come on Beesly, you'd definitely remember it if I rocked your world" Wow, Jim well done, just make her feel more uncomfortable, shit."No, we went out for that meal, remember? And then you decided you were far too drunk to even consider going home, so we got a taxi back to mine, and went to sleep. Honestly, what do you take me for? I wouldn't take advantage of a very intoxicated young lady" he added that last part with a smirk, but all traces of smile were wiped from his face as he saw hers.

"Jim, I-" God, she was beautiful. Even now, when all traces of makeup had been wiped off, and she hadn't brushed her teeth for far too long, she was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. She looked so serious, however, that surely she wasn't thinking thoughts as wonderful as his. His face crinkled up in pain as he prepared for the worst.

"Jim I don't think-" Oh, God, here it comes. "I don't think we should tell anyone in the office just yet, about this. Whatever "this" is. What is this?"

"This is whatever you want it to be." He whispered as he took her face in his hands, and slowly kissed her forehead.

Jim suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. She was happy with a "this". She thought there was a "this". That's enough for now. He breathed out deeply and laid back.

"I'm an idiot aren't I?" Pam's whimpering voice broke the tranquillity like a knife in Jim's heart.

"What? Pamela Beesly you're the least idiotic person I know. What are you talking about?"

"I- I should never have been with Roy. I'm so stupid. I'm sorry. This is all I wanted, I just couldn't even admit it to myself. Let alone to you. I missed you so much while you were at Stamford, Jim. Life isn't life without you, I considered quitting, y'know? I just couldn't sit there staring at someone else in your seat. But we had that phone call, and I decided I couldn't leave because I still had a link with you, and I couldn't bear to break it, no matter how pointless it was. I've been so stupid and I'm sorry and I don't know how I can ever make it up to you."

Jim was speechless. Incredible. Pam had feelings for him. Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam. He closed his eyes and screamed her name inside his head a thousand times. When he opened them she was staring worriedly at him, and he realised he hadn't even spoken. "Pam," he began, not knowing quite how to say everything he'd ever wanted to say in one sentence, "just you, being here, makes up for everything bad in the entire world." He leaned down to rest his forehead against hers, and softly planted a kiss on her nose.