Author's Note: I guess that one of the first episodes of the third season is going to be called 'The Convention,' so this chapter is what I hope might happen during that episode… I hope you like it!

It was going to be another one of those ridiculously long days. She had known that it would be since she woke up that morning. Since she had pulled today's outfit from a suitcase underneath her bed. Since she had gotten into the car next to Phyllis to drive to work. Since before Michael had announced an 'urgent' meeting would be held in the conference room at ten-thirty.

Now she shuffled into the room along with everyone else, filling the rows of uncomfortable chairs, and wasn't surprised to realize that she had been right. Everyday was a slow day since he had transferred.

She used to think that the days had be torture when they weren't speaking. But at least he had been there, at least she had been able to see him if she looked up from her desk. There were no words to describe how much she missed that.

She wasn't mad at him, but she couldn't follow him. Not yet, anyways.

After reading his letter she had left the office in tears, wishing that he was there to hug her again, to stroke her hair and rock her back and forth in his arms. But he was gone, and his shadow was everywhere.

She had almost boarded another smelly bus bound for Stamford. Almost. But the chair in the bus depot had turned out to be an ideal spot for her to sit and think. And all she could think about was the fact that she was crying.

She was crying, she was crying. She could taste salt on the tip of her tongue as she caught a single tear. Her eyes were blotchy and her hair was a mess. This situation was so wrong.

She should be smiling. When she kissed finally kissed Jim again it should be perfect. When she finally kissed Jim again there should be no more lingering thoughts of Roy floating through her mind, no more tears. This wasn't right.

It wasn't the right time yet. She needed just a little more time. Pam dug through her purse and extracted her cell phone. She knew his number by heart.

His phone rang for a long time. Pam could practically see him holding his phone, trying to decide whether or not to answer.

He finally did.

The bus left for Stamford without her.

He would wait for her. Jim never broke a promise.

Michael finally entered the room, snapping her attention back to the present. "Good morning, my little worker bees!" he exclaimed loudly. "I bet that you are all wondering why I called you in here today. Would anyone care to guess?" He looked around expectantly, purposely ignoring Dwight who was frantically waving his hands through the air. "No guesses? None?"

"I have one Michael!"

"I know Dwight, I see your hand, It's not like I'm blind… Not that being blind is bad…" Pam closed her eyes, wishing that Michael could be normal just long enough to say what he wanted to say and let her get back to the half finished game of solitaire on her computer.

"Anyways, Jan told me today that we are going to be having a big Dunder-Mifflin convention on Friday night. A couple other branches are coming, and the CEO will be there, so this is kind of important… Jan said it will help decide which branch is going to be downsized, us or Stamford. So I expect you all to be there on Friday… none of us want to be downsized right? I'll have Pam send out a memo about the location."

Pam could feel every pair of eyes in the room watching her instead of Michael. She tried to suppress the smile that was creeping up her cheeks, but found that to be impossible.

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The room where the convention was being held was already packed with people by the time that Pam arrived. She had dressed up a little more then was probably necessary, worn just a little more makeup than she usually did. And although butterflies filled her stomach, they felt wonderful there. It had been a long time since she had felt this sort of happy anticipation.

Trying not to be too obvious, she scanned the room for Jim's tall figure, but didn't see him. She looked again, surprised that he didn't stand out more. She missed him again, but did see Michael and Jan in a heated discussion next to one of the buffet tables. From the looks of it Michael was trying once again to convince her to go out with him. And from her expression Pam doubted that he'd be successful.

Finally Jan walked away from him, giving Pam an irritated smile as she passed.

"Hey!" Jim's voice was close behind her, startlingly close. She spun around, only partly regretting the fact that he had found her first, rather than the other way around as she had imagined. He looked exactly the same as she remembered him to be; twice as good as she had imagined him to look.

"Hey," she replied, her face lighting up.

For a few moments all either of them could do was stand absolutely still, wrapped in that one moment in time, absorbing the feel of each other's company, basking in the warmth of each other's smiles.

And then he was moving closer to her, running his hand over her shoulder, starring deep into her eyes. She was the one who reached up to kiss him, in front of an entire room full of people who melted away the moment his lips met hers.

She would never be afraid of the uncertainty that the future held again. Life had a wonderful way of working itself out.

I really hoped you liked this story! I think that I'm done… But what do you think? Should I write an epilogue chapter or leave this how it is? Please share your opinions!