Breaking Point

Chapter 3: More Revelations

"Halpert. I knew you'd show up." I'm stare ahead, I can't move. I've come all this way and now I freeze up. She walks over to me. "Somehow, I knew you would come."

"Pam?" The word comes out barely above a whisper. "What's going on? Where is everyone?"

She smiles at me, "They really don't have a reason to be here. I called off the wedding."

I'm completely dumbfounded. This whole moment seems surreal to me. One day ago, I was in LA, now I'm standing here in a deserted church with Pam on what was supposed to be her wedding day. "Why?" She moves to sit down on a nearby pew, motioning for me to follow. I sit down next to her.

She looks up at me and starts, "On Tuesday, after we had our..." she pauses, searching for the proper word, "...discussion, I was really shaken up. When you left I got back to work, but I couldn't focus, so Michael let me go home." I open my mouth to say something but she holds up her hand, "No, Jim, let me finish." I close my mouth again as she continues...

Tuesday night

The drive home passed in a haze of tears and conflicting thoughts. What kind of nerve does he have to accuse Roy of something like that? But Jim wouldn't lie about something so serious. Roy wouldn't do that, he loves me.

When she got home, she went inside and turned on the TV. She wasn't really paying attention to it though. She was trying to figure out what to do about the million voices in her head.

She was thinking for so long, that she didn't even notice that Roy was home until she heard his voice, "Hey babe." He started kissing her. She let him, but she didn't reciprocate. He didn't notice, he never noticed when she was upset. "Listen, I'm going out with the guys. I won't be back until late, alright?"

She looked at him, shocked, "You just went out with them for lunch!"

"So?"

"So? Your fiancé, whom you're marrying on Saturday, wants to spend some time with you!"

"Alright. I'll be back by eleven, then I'll make it up to you." He winked at Pam as he finished the statement.

"Fine. Go."

His face broke into a smile and he kissed her. He was halfway out the door when he called out, "Thanks babe."

Pam made up her mind seconds after the door clicked shut. She grabbed her bag and peered out the window. As Roy's truck rounded the corner, she ran outside and started her car.

She pulled out of the driveway and began following the truck at a distance. She followed him until his truck turned into the parking lot of a motel. She immediately became more suspicious. Roy already had a bachelor party, so that wasn't it. Her thoughts turned to Jim's words earlier that day; Roy's cheating on you. She felt her blood start to boil. She pulled over to the side of the road and watched Roy walk up to a door in the motel. When he disappeared inside, she drove the car into the parking lot and parked the car.

She pulled out the keys and half-jogged to the door Roy entered. When she peered inside the window next to the door, her mind became a battleground between utter despair and total fury. Fury won. She walked over to the door and started pounding on it. A second later, Roy opened the door, wearing only a shirt (which was more than could be said for the woman). Before Roy could even react, Pam slapped him across the face. "Pam, what the hell are you..."

"Shut the fuck up! You bastard! I gave you ten years of my life. I gave up my dreams so I could stay with you." Tears started spilling from her eyes at this point, "I gave you everything and you go and cheat on me. I can't believe I was going to marry you!" She drove the point home by pulling the engagement ring off her finger and throwing it in his face. "We're through."

She turned on her heel and strode back to her car, feeling minute satisfaction from hearing the woman shout "You were engaged?" followed by a slap. Pam got into her car and drove off. Ten minutes later, she lost control of herself and started sobbing.

Saturday

I stare at Pam as she finishes up her story. "I spent the next couple of days pretty depressed. But I realized something. It was you. I need you Jim. On Tuesday, you said you love me, well I realized that I love you too. I thought about it and …I have for a long time. I was just too scared to do anything. And I was too comfortable with Roy."

I'm speechless. I look down and realize that her hand found its way into mine at some point. I look up, into her beautiful eyes; there are tears there. She speaks again, "Jim. Say something, anything."

My heart's pounding, "I can't believe this is happening. For so long, I wouldn't even let myself dream about it, now it is. I don't know what to say. It's…kind of overwhelming. The only two things I know are that we're here, and I love you."

She smiles at me, leans in, and kisses me. It's not long, but it's the best kiss I've ever experienced. It's made even better by the fact that neither of us are drunk. She peers over my shoulder, looking puzzled, "Is that one of the cameramen from the documentary crew?"

I look back, and see the cameraman, who has a small grin on his face, "Oh, uh yeah. They gave me a ride here from the airport." There's a moment's silence, then we both start laughing, I'm not really sure why, but it feels good to laugh. "I was desperate. I thought everybody would be here." A sudden thought occurs to me, "Where are you staying?"

She looks down for a second, and then meets my eyes again. "I've been in a hotel for the last couple days."

"You could stay with me. We have an extra room you could use."

"Or I could just use your room." She gives me a sly smile.

"Beesly…" It's good to still be able to call her that, "…are you trying to tempt me? In a house of god?" She laughs, a clear and perfect sound.

"Maybe. You'll just have to find out for yourself."

"Am I to take that as a yes?"

"Yes." I never thought one word could make me so happy. "Let's get out of here Halpert."

"Sounds good to me Beesly." Together, the two of us, followed by the cameraman, walk out of the church. I open the back of the van and wave her in. I follow her inside, and we're greeted by a wave of applause. I notice a screen with mine and Pam's backs and guess that the cameraman has been transmitting video to the van the entire time. Pam grabs my hand and pulls me into a corner, where I sit, looking at the angel that seats herself next to me. She leans against me with a content smile on her face, I have one to match. In a matter of minutes the two of us doze off.

After leaving the church, we go to the hotel. The two of us say goodbye to the documentary crew, and I thank them profusely. We go up to her room and start packing her things, exchanging jokes and the like the whole time. When we gather all of her things, we go down and load up her car. We walk inside, hand in hand to check her out. When that's done, we drive to my place and repeat the packing and loading process in reverse.

The next day, Pam and I stay home and watch a movie, curled up together on the couch. Mark walks out of the kitchen with a beer and glances over at us; he shakes his head and walks into his room. I glance down at Pam; she's looking up at me with a smile on her face. I lean down and kiss her. I run my tongue over her lip, and she happily opens her mouth, allowing our tongues to start exploring each other's mouths. I move and start kissing her neck, occasionally flicking my tongue onto her skin. She lets out a moan and her fingers lace themselves into my hair. My hands start to slide up under her shirt. "Hey Jim, I'm going out with WOAH!" Pam and I bolt up, I run my hand through my hair, and she straightens her shirt.

We glance at each other, and then look at Mark, before I can even think, I hear myself saying, "Um…it's not what it looks like?" I hear Pam scoff next to me.

Mark's trying not to laugh, "Uh-huh. Right. Try to keep that stuff in your rooms. I'm going out with Susan. So I'll be back later." Neither of us says anything, we just nod.

When Mark leaves, we look at each other, smile, and turn our attention back to the movie. It's pretty amazing, we have such an intimacy, it feels like we've been together for years, not one day.

The next day, I get up and start getting ready for work. I do it with an infinitely lighter heart than usual. I know why too, Pam. Now that we're together, not even the thought of Dunder-Mifflin bothers me. When I finish getting ready, I go into the living room to wait for Pam. When she comes out, I stand up, kiss her, and ask, "Ready to go?"

She gives me a huge smile, "Definitely." Together, we walk out and get into my car. When we reach the office, I park the car, and we walk into the elevator. She looks over at me, "You ready for the reaction we're going to get?"

"With you here? I think I can handle it." She beams at me, gets up on her tiptoes, and kisses my cheek. When the elevator doors start to slide open, Pam slips her hand into mine, and together we walk into the office. A couple people look up as we enter, then look away, then do a double take. In a matter of seconds everyone is staring at us. Then the silence that suddenly fell over the office is broken as everyone except Dwight starts clapping. Pam blushes, so do I come to think of it, and gather her in my arms, lean down, and kiss her.

When the applause dies down, Michael walks over to me, "Jimmy, can I talk to you for a minute, in my office?" Oh, right, I stormed out on Tuesday.

"Um, yeah." He leads me inside, and closes the blinds.

"About how you left on Tuesday…"

"Michael, I know I shouldn't have left, but…"

"I just wanted to say, since I dragged you out Monday night, and since it was a slow day Tuesday, no harm no foul."

I'm surprised…wait no I'm not, it's Michael, I decide not to say it though, "Um, thanks Michael, I really appreciate it."

He smiles at me, "No problem, now go out there and grab that hot mamacita at reception." I flush red and walk out of his office. Pam looks up at me, worried, I think about the joke from Monday, but I smile and give her a thumbs up. She visibly relaxes, and I go off to find Ryan. I find him in the break room, making some coffee.

"Hey, Ryan."

He looks at me, "Yeah?"

"I just wanted to apologize for Tuesday. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I was just upset."

"It's cool, I can understand. I didn't hold it against you." He holds out his hand, which I shake.

He turns to finish making his coffee, and I walk out to sit at my desk. I look around the office; life is pretty good after all. My phone rings and I answer it, "Jim Halpert, Dunder-Mifflin."

Woo! Chapter four is DONE. I'm really pleased with how it came out. I hope you all liked it. I should have an epilogue out in a couple days. Until then, peace out. Oh, and don't forget to review.