Shocked and surprised that there no stories for the pairing of John Ross and Pamela Rebecca I decided to have ago myself because I love them so much! Hope I do this awesome couple justice. :)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the character from the show Dallas.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Chapter 1

"Get out!" "Get out and leave me alone!" She screamed as she threw an antique china vase at his head.

"Pamela what in the hell are you doing?" He swiftly side stepped the vase as it narrowly missed him, instead crashing into the wall behind. He moved quickly and ducked as the vase is rapidly followed by another priceless ornament masquerading as a torpedo. He maneuvered swiftly and edged towards her, hands held up in submission.

"Whoa there darlin you nearly had my head!" The corners of his mouth upturned slightly into a roguish grin. He had to admit she looked stunningly sexy all fired up like that, her eyes ablaze with fury, her hair flaying around her shoulders and curves swaying as she began to stork towards him. He stepped back.

"And that's exactly what I'm gonna do if you don't get out, I'll give you to the count of 5. 1,...2,...

"Now Pamela... darlin hol..." He was cut off, she continued the count.

"3,... 4,... She paused and reached for another larger antique. "5!" John Ross made it to the lift and the doors closed just as the ornament landed. His phone rang, he retrieved it from his pocket and looked at the caller id... He didn't recognise the number he pressed reject and closed the phone.

He needed time to think, what in the hell had her so riled? And then it hit him, like a cold shower in the arctic, that crazy bitch Emma had been to see Pamela. It had to be, that was the only thing that made sense.

Emma had come to him about a month ago, he should have told Pamela then but he didn't want to hurt her, their relationship was still so fragile and he was terrified of the effect the news would have on her emotional state. What a fool he had been, he should have know there was never going to be a good time to tell Pamela something like this... Emma was carrying his child... He had been stunned, but he couldn't deny the possibility.

It was the night of his Fathers funeral, that was the night when he had taken one of Emma's pills, the night he had felt so alone. The night he had needed Pamela the most. He had wanted to reach out to her but all he could think about was the fact that she had never chosen him, about the fact that when he had needed her in the past, he had never been her choice. She had chosen her father, she had sided with Christopher and he had felt betrayed. Her actions had proven her words to be lies and he wanted to hurt her. He realised he was not being rational, hadn't she turned up at the funeral to show him that she cared? Looking back he recognised that he had been so angry and devastated at the loss of his Father, that he had lashed out and he had done that because he had needed her so badly, needed to believe that she was there for him but he could not. So he reverted to type and took the easy option, escaping into oblivion by having meaningless, pointless sex with Emma Instead.

He felt like he had never been first choice for anyone in his life, not for his Mum whom for the longest time had chosen the bottle, not for his father, who had always chosen oil, not for his Uncle Bobby or Elena who had sided with and chosen Christopher, Emma had chosen him and he fooled himself into thinking that she was enough, in that moment it would be OK because she had chosen him! Damn it! Now it was all ruined, Pamela would never forgive him and he was potentially going to be a Father, he didn't know quite how he felt about that and for the time being he didn't much care! He needed to talk to Pamela, if he could just show her, make her understand what she meant to him then maybe they still had a chance.

He reached for his phone and at that precise moment it began to ring... He glanced at the screen one again; as before the number was unfamiliar, he'd bet his last dollar it was that bitch Emma.

"HELLO!" He snapped in his Texan drawl.

"John Ross, it's me, it's Emma can we meet?" His temper flared and his whole body tensed.

"I told you to stay away from Pamela!" He roared in a tight controlled voice.

"Yeah and I told you that I don't do well with being told what to do, besides," she added; he could hear the smirk in her voice and he didn't like it! Her tone grew more steely. "She needed to know!"

" DAMN YOU EMMA! If you've ruined things between Pamela and me, so help me you'll be sorry!" His anger and contempt seeping into every word he spoke.

"Your threats don't scare me John Ross, after living with my father and grandmother, believe me nothing ever could." The anguish in her voice was lost on John Ross his frustrations bursting forth.

"Trust me, you so much as breath on Pamela again and I'll make life with your family look like an Easter vacation at Disneyland. " He gave her directions and told her where to meet him, He couldn't deal with her today, he was a seething volcano of emotions. The meeting was set for tomorrow and he advised her to stay well away from him back at Southfork. She agreed, he hung up.

He needed to get back to Southfork. He always did his best thinking there and maybe he could talk to Uncle Bobby, he'd be sure to give him advice on Pamela "His Pamela." And make no mistake she was "His." He had no intentions of loosing her. He had lived through the break-up of his relationship with Elena and come out the other side stronger. At the time he had told himself that "Love was for Pussies!" He still believed that to be true, what he and Pamela had was better than some fairy tale BULLSHIT with glitter and rainbows, what they had was TRUTH no pretenses like the Bull-crap Elena and Christopher tried to smokescreen the rest of the world with, they could fool everybody but they couldn't fool him, what he had with Pam was HONEST and TRUE, but it didn't make him a Pussy because what he felt for Pamela was REAL and he would fight to keep it. Sure he could play dirty and so could she, they were both master manipulators, but never with each other not anymore, not since their marriage, it was an unspoken LAW and once they had a chance to talk it would be OK, he was sure of it, he would find a way to show her, he would prove it, he wasn't sure how yet but he wasn't gonna loose this time, she had chosen him and he her, nobody or nothing was gonna get in-between them, he would make sure of that!

With a new resolve, he reached inside his his breast pocket for his sun glasses, all at once he felt her, he felt her presence. He didn't know how but he knew she was there. He paused for a moment and looked up, there was no way he could see her from his position but he sensed her, an image of her standing on the balcony looking off into the distance pierced his mind and his heart ached at being the cause of her disappointment, the reason for re-opening the wound in her grief stricken heart and for a brief moment he considered returning to the apartment, he knew it would be futile, he cursed under his breath, opened the door to his car and sped off...

Please comment and let me know what you think, this is only my second ever fan-fic and it would be great to hear what you'll think. Take a look at my other story it's called Shattered Dreams, it's a one-shot and my first attempt. Be gentle with me. I love Dallas and John Ross and Pamela Rebecca in particular. I hope to include other character from the show and maybe a few of my own, who knows? I've no idea how many chapters this one will be but come along for the ride! :)