"What the fuck?" Was the only thing Jim could manage when door opened on Roy and he froze. His body moved of it's own accord as he managed to push Pam out and away from him as he watched as Roy rush in off the lift and dove straight into him. He could only stare at Roy's face, contorted in rage and he could smell the booze seep from his breath. Jim felt his feet leave the floor as Roy plunged in and tackle him, sending them both crashing through the glass leading into the office building. Jim could hear from a distance something shatter and someone screaming his name, but he couldn't make out what she said before his world turned black.
Pam's stomach dropped as she watched from the ground as Roy rushed in and football tackled Jim. She felt herself scream as she watched Jim stumble and they both went spiraling through the glass vestibule of the darkened office. She felt her knee's shake as she stood and watched in horror as Roy had used Jim's body to shield himself against the impact of the glass. She peeked through the wreckage; both men were sprawled out on the glass like a pair of puppets who strings were suddenly cut. She grabbed at the door to remember it was locked, and ran over to the Jim sized hole in the pane of glass. Her mind screamed at her to run, to protect herself but she couldn't leave Jim.
She shimmied through the glass, careful of the jagged edges as she ran to Jim's figure. Her eyes scanned towards Roy as his eyes tightened and she could see him start to come around. Her eyes darted back down to Jim, terrified of what she'd see. She dropped to her knees and felt the glass bite into her knee's but she didn't care. She only cared about Jim being okay. "Jim." She whispered into his ear. He didn't move. Fear started to rise up in her as she tried again, this time with more fury. "Jim, wake up, please wake up." His form became blurry as tears of fear rose in her. "Please! JIM!" She shook him. She saw his mouth open, and then shut, saw him wincing in pain. "Jim, can you hear me?" She held his face in her hands, willing his eyes to open. His head had a deep gash in it, right above his eyebrow, and blood was flowing down her fingers. Finally she heard him, "Pam?" his voice barely audible.
She felt herself smile for a moment before she heard Roy grumble and watched him carefully ease himself onto his stomach and push himself off the wreckage of broken glass and blinds. She sat there, stubbornly trying to cradle Jim's head awkwardly against her. Roy stiffly got up and started to brush glass off himself. The blood drain from her face as she saw him take them in. Pam trying to protect him still. This made Roy's drunken head boil with delight and anticipation as he saw Jim lay there, but his thoughts turned to bile as he watched Pam crouch around him, daring him to come near them with her eyes.
"You fucking bitch." Roy screamed when he finally took in the scene before him. He watched her face drop and her chin clench in defiance as he advance on them. "You fucking bitch!" He screamed again as she felt her scalp burn as he took a fist of her hair and pulled her away from Jim's body and across the office. He felt his fist sting from her scratching fingers as he slung her behind Jim's desk and dropped her. He looked at his red hand and savored the feeling. Pam wrapped her hands in her hair, willing the fire that burned her to sooth. "Why are you doing this, Roy?" She screamed at him as he stood back up and walked back over to Jim's still unconscious body. He turned and spat at her.
"It's your fucking fault, Pam!" He screamed, his body rigid with authority. "You did this to me! Now it's going to be your fault when I kick the shit out of your fucking boyfriend!" He turned back into is path towards Jim. Pam didn't wait a moment to react. She got up and grabbed Dwight's bobble head and hurled it at the back of Roy, hitting him square in the back. "Leave him alone!" She screamed, or at least tried to as she mustered her strength. She waited for him to turn around and stood there, ready to face whatever she had coming.
Jim felt his mind slowly come back to his body and was instantly engulfed in pain. He squeeze his eyes against the stars he knew were coming. He shifted his body gingerly, wincing, sure he had some broken ribs. He opened his eyes and it took several seconds for the world to stop spinning. He rolled himself over, trying to remember what the hell happened. His heart stopped and his head rolled over to the office as the memory of what just transpired hit him. Roy. Roy was here. They had fallen through the glass. Pam, oh God where's Pam? His eyes fixed in on Roy's back, partially hidden from his sight by his desk. Then he heard it, Pam screaming. He saw Roy's elbows come into view, saw his hands raise and fall, battering her with punches.
Jim ignored the screaming protests of his body as he pushed himself into a seated position and pulled himself to his feet. He saw red, the only thing he could comprehend that Roy was touching her. He wanted to fucking kill him. He wrapped one arm around his battered ribs and he ran to them, grabbing Roy by the collar of his shirt as he heaved Roy off of her, pulling him down with him. "You mother fucker!" He screamed at Roy as he rolled on top of him, balling his fists to punch him, rage taking over. "Big man, beating up a woman half your size, you prick!" Jim rained fists down on Roy's face. Jim had never gotten into a fight as a kid, never having it in him to hit someone. But all that changed. He wanted Roy dead.
Jim yelped in pain as Jim threw an uppercut into his already battered ribs and fell to the side. Rolling himself over to try to get back up while gasping for air.
Roy rocked back up and wiped his hand across his face, pushing the blood out of his eyes as he looked at Jim. He stood over him and laughed. "What you think you can stop me?" He screamed. He pulled back his leg and landed a kick to Jim's body. He heard Jim curse and cough, trying to get air to his lungs. "You think you can replace me? Huh, Halpter?" He landed another vicious kick to the same spot. He kneeled down and glared into Jim's face. "You're a fucking traitor." He grabbed at Jim's hair and forced him to look at him. "You think you can fuck her the same way? Does she scream your name at night?" Roy reveled in the look Jim's face contorted to. He finally wiped that stupid grin off. "She's mine. No matter what. She was mine first." He punched Jim with a hand he release his hair with. "If you think for a second, know that I was her first. You couldn't even seal the deal, Halpter. You faggot. You can watch how it's done." He threw in one more punch as e dropped Jim's head again and watched as Jim's face took over in fear as realization of the words set in.
Pam could barely breathe. She had laid there, after Jim pulled Roy off, cradling her stomach. She couldn't believe it, Roy had struck her. He was beating her bloody, pulling at her shirt until Jim came to her aid. She gasped through her sobs and tried to get up. She could hear Jim and Roy's exchange. She found Jim's eyes and saw the terror that was in there. "Run!" He screamed, his voice hoarse. Roy stopped to kick Jim square in the face before he turned back to her. Her heart stopped as she tried to get up, using Jim's desk as a crutch. She didn't get far as Roy took one large step and curled his fingers in her hair and pushed her into the desk. "Get away from me! Roy, no!" She sobbed, and he forced her face to look at him. She grabbed onto his grip, begging him to let go.
"You think that I'd forget about you?" His hot breath was full of whisky and hatred. He pushed his knee between her legs, forcing them apart. "Did you think I wouldn't come back for what's mine?" She could only cry and claw at him as he took one hand pulled her shirt from the top of her skirt. "Roy, no, please, don't do this." She pleaded. Her cries made him feel powerful. It made him hard. He pinned her with his body to the corner of the desk. Jim's desk, he thought as he laughed to himself seeing the irony. He was going to fuck her on Halpter's desk. He forcefully pulled her skirt up and around her thighs with one hand and laughed as she blubbered into his other as he wrestled with his belt. "Remember this Pammy?" He murmured into her ear, as he pushed himself against her. "Remember when you liked this?" He ripped her shirt away from her and clawed at her breast. Pam was trying to push him away, thumbing her fists on his chest, "I never liked it! I hate you! Don't do this!" She screamed as his teeth grazed her neck and his hands dive between her legs, pulling at her underwear. All she could do was cry.
Jim's whole body ached. His head felt like a bomb exploded as he tried to will himself up. He watched in horror as Roy pinned Pam to his desk, watched him in slow motion as he bit at her neck, groping at her. He heard her plead and cry and he came unglued. "Pam!" He screamed, but his voice was giving. His world was spinning around him as he saw himself go to her. He ran over to his desk, momentarily forgetting the pain as he wrenched Roy's grip from Pam's face and pushed him back, sending he flying into a stack of computer paper. Jim stole a second to look at Pam; her face was bruising and her shirt was torn open. She tried to pull her skirt back down and he could see her legs covered in scratches and blood. Jim held her gaze for a second before he ripped his eyes from hers and back down at Roy. Roy was laughing, his back shaking with the effort. This refueled Jim's adrenalin and rage. He ran over and kicked Roy in the stomach. "You think that's funny, do you?!" He screamed down at Roy, who still laughed. Jim landed another kick to his stomach, and watched Roy suck his breathe in and stopped laughing. "You never deserved her, you prick!" He kicked him again. "You ever, EVER touch her and I'll kill you!" He kicked Roy again. "Do you hear me?" He dropped to his knees and grabbed Roy's hair. "I will fucking kill you." He screamed at him, all the fury of the last 3 weeks building up and releasing.
It was like Jim was staring at another person, a man he didn't recognize raining slews of swear words and fists down on a man who had long stopped protecting himself. Jim couldn't stop. He was far away from himself, watching a scene in a movie . He kept punching, tears stinging his eyes and his minds eye play over Pam's battered face over and over again. He felt his knuckles burn as they crushed in his hand, but it didn't even slow him down.
He was sweating and cursing when he felt Pam pulled his arm, stopping him. He couldn't put anything into context. He let her pull him away from Roy's unconscious body, still screaming at him. "You mother fucker!" He screamed over and over until Pam pulled him in, hushing him. He finally started to breathe, his focus returning when he saw her and it was like he was magically back into his own body. He started to shake and took her in, touching her face, her hair, everything to make sure she was real.
"Pam, I'm so sorry," He started, his voice not sounding like his own. "It's okay, Jim. It's okay, I'm okay." She repeated as she pulled him in for an embrace, careful not to upset his ribs. He wrapped his arms around her and felt himself lose focus, his eyes rolling up as he slip into a sweet oblivion.