A/N - Ok, here we go JAM fans... a turn of events you may like. I had to rush this chapter out, so I'm sorry for any typos. My daughter has thursday and friday off school, so tomorrow's chapter will be the last for the week, and I havent even started it yet! Anything you guys would like me to include?? If so, click that little button asap and leave a review tonight!


Pam rolled over as the sun hit her face, she sat up, surprised to feel someone next to her in the bed.

A smiled teased her lips when she watched Jim lost in sleep. She reached over him to grab her bottle of water and carefully took a sip.

After the initial sting she gulped a few more swallows and replaced the cap. She leaned against the headboard and sighed when she remembered the events of the night before.

She'd been lying in bed, smiling to herself as Jim lay snuggled next to her. She heard footsteps down the hallway and her breath caught in her throat. She was surprised when she heard Karen's voice calling out for Jim. She immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Karen called for Jim again and she felt him sit up beside her.

Jim took off after Karen and Pam padded to the door, listening to the fight in the living room. She bit her lip as she realized how unfair everything had been to Karen. As much as she wanted Jim, he belonged to Karen. She had told Jim how she felt with no regard for Karen's feelings and had even been angry with Karen, all because Jim chose to stay with her. Karen had moved to another state to be with him, kept her job with a struggling mid sized paper company, instead of moving on to bigger and better things. And Pam didn't care about any of those things, she wanted Jim and didn't care who she had to hurt to get what she wanted.

The guilt washed over her and she slipped out into the hallway, intending to go out and apologize to Karen, ready to save Jim's relationship. She watched as Karen told him it was over. Watched as she spat the name Pam as if it were poison.

She cried into Jim's chest until there were no more tears to cry. She laid in the bed and apologized to him over and over again until she fell asleep.

She looked over at Jim sleeping next to her. She thought he would have surely slept on the couch. How could he sleep next to the woman who just cost him his girlfriend?

After a few minutes, Jim stirred, rubbing the sun out of his eyes as he stretched in the bed.

"Hey Beez." He smiled.

"Hey." She whispered back.

"You must be starving." He smiled. "I'll scramble you some eggs, but the doc said no salt or pepper...So you'll have to make do with plain." He grinned as he got up and wandered out towards the kitchen.

Pam stared at the door with wide eyes.

"Why is he pretending last night didn't happen?" She wondered as she threw the covers back and wiggled her toes into her slippers.

She walked down the hall and peeked over the breakfast bar into the kitchen. She watched as Jim cracked a few eggs into a bowl and scrambled them with a fork. He placed the bowl on the counter and started to whistle as he pulled a pan from the cupboard and set it on the stove to warm up. He continued to whistle as he pulled a package of cream cheese from the fridge and added a chunk to the egg mix. He started mixing in the cheese when he saw Pam standing there, staring at him.

"What?" He smiled, pouring the mixture into the pan.

"So, are we not talking about this? Pretending it didn't happen?" Pam croaked as she sat on a stool.

"You shouldn't be talking period." Jim laughed. "You sound like shit, and you should be saving your voice. The nurse said you should be talking as little as possible for the next few days."

Pam cocked her head to the side and glared at Jim.

"Ok, so not the time to be funny, but in case you haven't noticed, I use humor to relieve tension."

Pam nodded.

"Listen. I know Karen..." he started as he moved the eggs around in the pan with a spatula. "This isn't something we'd be able to bounce back from. Even if she wanted to stay with me, she'd be miserable. She wouldn't be one to give an ultimatum, and I couldn't choose her over you anyway..." His voice faded as he spoke.

Pam couldn't believe her ears. She stared at Jim, not knowing what to say. Thankfully he continued to talk as he cooked.

"I betrayed her trust." He shook her head. "I can't go back to her and ask her to trust me again..." He paused. "I can't lie to her... because the truth is, I don't trust myself."

Tears formed in Pam's eyes.

"I can't trust myself being around you... I can't trust myself not to fall into the old habits... I can't trust myself knowing now that you love me back... I can't trust myself being this close to you...and not making it into something more..."

Pam was silent. She closed her eyes and tried to take in the moment. In the past she would sometimes let her imagination run free, without her holding it back and she would picture a time when she would be what Jim wanted, and she would be able to give her heart to him.

In her mind's eye, it was never like this. Her sitting at his breakfast bar, broken inside and out, stealing him away from someone else.

The sound of a plate hitting the counter top startled her and she opened her eyes. Jim handed her a fork and she looked down at the steaming pile of scrambled eggs as Jim poured her a glass of milk.

He set the glass in front of her and gave a small smile. "I'm going to shower and get changed."

He walked out of the kitchen and stopped behind her stool. He leaned in and moved her hair away from ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I never imagined it would be this way either." He whispered before heading into the bathroom.

Pam sat there, stunned and unable to move. He knew her better than she ever thought anyone would know her, and it was almost scary at times.

She listened as he started the shower and she slowly dug her fork into the eggs, wondering what would happen next.


Pam lay on the couch, watching as Jim went about the morning.

He carefully scooped Colby's litter box and refilled his food and water. He gave him a tiny saucer of wet food and brought the garbage out to the dumpster. He loaded the dishwasher and mopped the kitchen, keeping himself busy with household chores.

Pam's heart jumped into her throat as she watched Jim gather up the laundry and mixed her laundry in as if it was an old habit. The image of her t-shirts crumpled next to his in the basket was too much to take and the tears spilled onto her cheeks.

Jim walked by the couch on his way out the door to the laundry room, but instantly dropped the basket when he saw Pam crying. He knelt beside the couch and smoothed her hair.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"Nothing." Pam whispered, shaking her head.

"Oh come on..." Jim smiled.

"It's just... you put my laundry in with yours."

Jim looked at the spilled basket behind him. "I'm sorry I should have asked..."

"No..." Pam shook her head. "It's so stupid..."

Jim cocked his head in confusion.

"It's just...it looks so funny ya know? You just did it without thinking... it's...strange, but sweet." She whispered.

She closed her eyes as Jim leaned in and softly kissed her forehead.

"I don't know what I'm doing here Beez..." He whispered his breath warm on her skin. "But, with Roy and everything..." Pam tensed at the mention of his name, but Jim continued on. "I think you should move in here." He exhaled.

Pam looked up into his eyes, wondering if she heard right.

"I know this is... Insane..." He laughed. "Considering the circumstances... but I need to get you safe and we can figure out the rest as it comes."

Pam nodded slowly.

"I'll leave your 30 day notice when I go get the rest of your stuff...at least you only have a month to month lease." He smiled and got up, gathered the laundry and made his way out the door.

Pam sat there, stunned. She knew it was crazy, he'd just broken up with Karen less than 12 hours ago and now she was moving in. As crazy as it was, it still felt right. She pulled herself off the couch and went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea.


Jim closed the washer and dispensed the quarters. The hum of the machine nearly drowning the sound of his cell phone ringing in his pocket. He fished it out and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Uh hey... is this a bad time?" Karen asked softly.

Jim sat on the small chair next to the dryer. "Uh, no...I can talk."

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know I talked to Wallace, I got a transfer to Utica."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, I mean rumor has it that the Regional Manager is on his way out, and I figure I can slide in there and maybe move up in the company in a couple months."

"Yeah, that would be good."

"But hey, I have a truck coming tonight, I'm gonna load up and head out there... my sister is going to let me stay with her for a week, before I start the new position. I know its short notice... but I have that armoire and the couch... and I'll need some help..."

"Oh..." Jim was a bit shocked by her request.

"I can understand if you're busy, or whatever, but if you don't help me, I'm going to have to ask Dwight or Michael, and I don't want to do that..."

"I don't blame you." Jim laughed.

"Actually, I could use your help, if you don't mind. I want to load up Pam's stuff, maybe I can rent a truck too..."

"You can just use mine... we'll move her stuff over to your place, and then come back and load up my stuff."

"Ok..." Jim started but stopped suddenly.

"Jim, I'm not stupid." Karen whispered. "And you have that big extra bedroom that only houses your computer... I figured it would be the logical choice for you two right now..."

"Karen..."

"Jim, don't. We don't have to do this. We can be pleasant for tonight; we don't have to talk about this."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I mean why beat a dead dog?"

He sighed.

"I'll call you after I pick up the truck ok?"

"Oh, yeah..."

"See ya later."

"Bye." Jim clicked his phone shut and shook his head.

"This has to be the most insane weekend anyone in Scranton has ever had." He thought to himself as he walked back up to his apartment.