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P.S: I'm not that funny so the Packer stuff may not be what it could, I tried!

Chapter 8

Won the lottery. Died the next day.

// Individual shot Kelly.//

Kelly stares at the camera wide-eyed. She's a complete and total mess. Her hair is down and wild, her face tear stained with light black streaks and smudges. The dress is in shambles.

"Yeah. The worst Prom. Ever. Hands down. "

"Okay, the party has finally arrived!!"

A loud and obnoxious voice bellows echoing in the room. Todd Packer has finally entered, and he is ready to boogie. His announcement comes a the worst possible moment of course, seeing as the lights have been dimmed down, and a series of slow, crooning songs are being played one after another.

At the boisterous arrival of his self-proclaimed B.F.F, Michael pulls away from Jan, who had just got him calmed down and settled into just gently rocking back and forth with her on the floor (since their was no hope for his dancing skills in any area.) She grimaced and rolled her eyes.

"Packer!" Michael said, and practically galloped over to the balding masochist and attempted to to tackle hug him, but is was of course side pushed.

"Sorry Michaela" Packer said, "I brought a date, and it isn't your Mom this time!"

"Very funny man. You are such a riot. I've been telling you for years you should do stand-up."

"Do stand-up? Sorry, I do the females" Packer continued, numbing the minds of any one with one lick of intelligence. Michael roared with insane laughter. Suddenly, he snapped a little back to stance.

"Wait, did you say you brought a date?"

"Two actually. Their name's are Cherry and Venus." He waves wildly toward two scantily clad women, who are dressed in faux furs and vibrant colors, complete with platform heels.

"Jeezus Pack. I asked you here on a mission. I wanted you to provide some much needed T.L.C to a valued member of my team." Michael sighed

"Calm down, get your Little Pony panties out of a wad, and adjust your kinder-bra. That's why I'm here. I always have room for one more thoroughbred in the stable! Where's this exotic little Philly at anyway? I'm ready to take it back to.." He searches his pocket for a something and finds a little gold key and reads off it "Room 329. Get the real party jumping, it's three kinds of lame in here."

Michael's head hangs. "Nooooo. Not what I wanted….at all" He whispers to himself, exasperated.

"No, no. It is your turn for a fabulous suggestion; since you're precious little feet have tired of dancing. What do you want to do?" Jim asks, draining a small cup of the 'Blue Blast' punch. It is now approximately 3 juice substance, 97 pure vodka.

Both are a little buzzed, and now Pam has tired of Jim's little drinking contest, and is begging him to come up with something fun to do.

"Hey, I'm only tired of dancing because I'm already going to have to go to a podiatrist about the lasting damage you've done down there. You may be cute my dear Mr. Darcy, but graceful, you are not." She smiles up at him, and puckers, and he gives her 'smack' kiss quickly, before blowing a raspberry into her cheek.

About that time, the commotion with Todd Packer starts, and Jim rolls his eyes. Even in his lightly inebriated, giddy state of mind, he is utterly annoyed by the mere presence of that man. Pam is not far behind him in disgust.

"Gag." He says simply "We have to bail."

"Aww, we can't leave the Prom yet. It's not even midnight!" Pam pouts and tugs on his arm.

"Okay, okay. But I cannot stay in this room while he tries to subject Kelly to that creep. We at least have to sneak off until the initial mess dies down."

Pam nods and ponders what can be done. Suddenly, she has a good idea. A bad idea, but a fun one. "I know! The cleaning crew is gone until Monday-"

"I know that I told you that."

"Shut it drunky, I'm plotting here. Anyway, I think we should go up and see what kind of juicy information we can find out. Huh?"

Jim smiles, and crinkles his nose "I don't know Beasley...reading little notes? To be honest, it's sounding sort of junior high. I mean we are at Prom, but that's a little juvenile, don't you think."

"Oh, you are so curious to see what Monkey and Possum have to say about each other and you know it…plus" She smiles wickedly and quickly ladles punch into two empty Blast bottles. "I plan on getting you really drunk, and forcing you to make-out with me."

Jim raises his brows "Woa. Beasley, what makes you think I'm that kind of boy?"

"You have to earn those spaghetti dinners some way Halpert." She smiles and pulls him down to her via his puffy collar, plants a long smooch on him, and proceeds to chase him upstairs.

Kelly doesn't know if Ryan is following her, and isn't even really thinking straight as she runs, back into the 'ice palace.' She has no idea how bad she looks. Under no other circumstances would she have even let her kittens see her like this. It didn't take her long to get a tinge embarrassed though, because she was quickly the spectacle of the room.

She didn't look like a cave woman or anything, but since things were so quiet (now that Packer had taken Cherry off for private 'dance.') and she was certainly not the vision she had been before going out.

Toby made his way over immediately, but was cut off by Michael.

"Kelly there you are…wow, you look like crap. You might want to go clean up before Packer gets back. He's got…uh standards."

"I sort of don't have time for you or Packer right now" Kelly says, still emotional.

"Kelly what's wrong, what happened out there?" Toby asks, obviously not pleased that he had let her go outside after all.

"I don't want to talk about, just take me home. I'm so sorry, but I just really want to go home" She begs.

Dwight steps forward gallantly from behind Angela, whom he accidentally used as a shield when he thought Kelly was a clone of herself, being sent from 2946 to do them all grave harm.

"Did Ryan accost you in the parking lot…I saw him go out there…earlier." Dwight says, lying, but only for the good of his mission.

He intercepted that letter, and scanned its information in its entirety before passing it on to Toby. He saw Ryan's little motives right away. Lure the poor girl to the parking lot, stab her with a heroin needle, and trick her out to local truckers, just like he did in New York. Then, he would of course burn the hotels where it happened to the ground, but he would go unpunished because all they ever would ever find was a scorched cheesy pita. In the end, an innocent Greek man might burn at the stake for the crimes. (That was tentative theory of course, but he was fairly certain he was right on the money)

He had thought for sure that Toby, being her chaperone to the dance, would never allow her out of his sight, even for a moment. HR had failed once again. That was the last time he entrusted company issues to a person of Toby's obvious inferiority.

"I don't want to talk about" Kelly said "I want to go home, take a bath with my Berry-Licious Bubbles, and wash everything that happened tonight off."

"He's got to her, I'm sure of it. " Dwight concluded. "Find the needle mark on her, I'm going to alert the authorities."

"Kelly" Ryan breathed as he finally got in the room. She could see right away that even though she had never ever slapped anyone before, she was totally good at, because her tiny red hand print was still stamped on his pale cheek.

"Stay away from me" Kelly said, her tears threatening to start up again " I don't want to talk you ever again. You horrible, horrible, liar."

Phyllis lets go of Bob Vance, Vance Refrigeration, and moves to put her arm around Kelly's small frame. Dunder-Mifflin ladies take care of their own.

"Kelly, I wasn't lying. I meant it. I was scared as hell to say it, but I it's true, and I'm glad I said it. " Ryan claims and moves toward her.

Michael and Dwight charge forward to try and retain him, but they bump into each other, and get tangled up in a fist fight of their own for a while.

Kelly's whole body seems to be shaking as Ryan gets closer, and Toby walks a few inches up from where he had been standing behind Kelly. He doesn't say anything though, he isn't confrontational at all. That's why his wife got everything in the divorce.

"Please, leave me alone" Kelly begs.

"I can't" Ryan answers honestly.

"What did he do to you out there sweetie?" Phyllis asks, tightening her hold on a chattering Kelly.

"He was just lying, and saying all kinds of things. Please, just make him leave."

"What, did you say he whopped out his thing on you? Oh god, somebody call the freaking' cops!" Michael says as he continues to paw at a glasses-less Dwight.

Everyone ignores his idiocy.

"What did he say?" Phyllis presses.

"Only the truth" Ryan affirms

A giddy Pam and Jim race each other down the stairs in the midst of all tension. Pam almost trips over her ruffles, but Jim catches her, and their laughter quells as they get a handle on the scene they've walked in on.

They're no more drunk then they were they left, having done a lot more making out then drinking and snooping while upstairs. They were forced to retreat back down when Todd Packer and Cherry invaded their little party. He had invited Pam to stay, and she had to pull Jim away to keep him from punching him.

"What's going on here?" Jim asks, taking it all in. Dwight, now with Michael and an uneasy headlock. Ryan, looking especially flushed, except for the large red puffy patch on his face. Kelly, looking an out and out mess, and whimpering on Phyllis shoulder to boot.

Ryan uses the distraction Pam and Jim's entrance causes to his advantage. Phyllis temporarily relaxes her bear hug of Kelly, and he quickly pulls her toward him.

"Please, tell me you believe me," He says smoothing her wild hair back

"You're making fun of me, mocking me." She insists but she is to weak to try and fight from his grasp.

"No, that isn't true Kelly. I really l-" He is abruptly stopped by Dwight and Michael's apparent decision to set aside their fighting to join together for the greater good.

He doesn't try to fight them back. But they keep him in a joint hold. "I'll hold onto him Michael, you go call the Sheriff. Let him know I'm already on the case, so he doesn't have to drive too swiftly."

"I'm not calling the cops Dwight. We can handle this. You hold him, I'm going to open a big can of hurt and beans up on him" Michael rolls up his sleeves, and Jan rushed forward.

"Stop this right now Michael! You are going to get fired, then we'll both be out of work."

"I'm sorry baby, you know me, and I'm a lover, not a fighter. But this punk has tested my limits, he really has. He's going to learn that we don't welcome back prodigals here at the Scranton family, especially not when they're molesting our women."

"Wow, we missed a lot" Jim says.

"Yeah. Molestation. I knew something would happen the minute we went upstairs." Pam nods.

"Nobody molested anybody" Kelly pipes up "Ryan didn't do anything criminal. You don't have to call the cops, just let him go. But, not before he agrees to leave right now and not bother me anymore."

Dwight laughs coldly "Release him? Are you crazy women? Well, I shouldn't call you crazy. That's just all the drugs he's forced into you're system talking. You probably don't even know where you are. This is Dunder-Mifflin. I am Dwight. I will be you're hero today."

Ryan knew he could have probably easily got out of Dwight's hold, but tonight had already gone so screwed up that he didn't want to add scuffling with him to the list.

"I will leave. You just have to acknowledge what I said is the truth first" Ryan says, trying to keep Dwight from searching his neck for microchips.

Kelly shakes her head limply, unwilling to take him in earnest, after all that's happened.

"Okay…I'm going to have to know he said Kelly. That way I can accurately fill out the proper reports." Dwight insists "You can get me the full copy later. Just give me the gist now."

She shakes her head again, and Pam walks over to her, able to regain her normal composure in at a time like this. Good things she was only buzzed, not drunk.

"Hey Kelly" She said in complete awe of how she was seeing her. Kelly usually freaked if lipstick wasn't applied perfectly every minute or so. "Ignore Dwight, but what did he say that was so bad?"

Kelly opens her mouth for a second, but refuses to say it.

"Oh Pam. He's playing the dirtiest kind of trick. He's mocking me, and using how felt about him against me. It's so wrong" She whimpers

Pam just nods.

"Okay Ryan, I don't know what you said, but it's honestly best if you leave." Pam says calmly "Let him go Dwight"

Dwight reluctantly releases Ryan, who automatically goes straight toward Kelly. Pam side steps in front of her.

"Nope" She says lightly pushing him back a bit "Go home Ryan. Or go wherever you're staying tonight. Kelly's obviously had more than she can take"

"You know me Kelly. You know I'm not lying about this." Ryan pleads over Pam's shoulder. When she continues to avert her eyes from him and shake her head he turns toward Jim "You told me to do this, it was your idea. You said it would work."

Everyone looks flabbergasted. Kelly raises her head up with angry eyes.

"You Jim? You told him to do this to me? How could you! I never did anything to you! I always rooted for you and Pam, always!" She whines.

Jim's eyes are large and innocent, and he knows he gave Ryan advice, but known of it involved ripping Kelly's dress and smudging her face up like that.

Pam has no idea what Ryan meant, but she trusts Jim so she doesn't jump to any conclusions. If Jim instructed him on something, it was with nothing but good intentions.

"This is…crazy, it's out of hand" Pam sighs "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Dwight, escort Ryan to his car. After they leave, Toby, I think you should take Kelly home."

Dwight springs into action, but Ryan struggles a little this time.

"You can pretend it's not true all you want Kelly, but I love you, okay? I love you, and I'm going to make you see that." After getting that out, Ryan allows Dwight to push him toward the exit.

The party is obviously dead. People filter out, leaving only core office staff there to try and make sense of what just happened. Toby is about to leave to take Kelly home, so Pam, Jim, Michael, Jan, Phyllis, Meredith, Creed, and even Stanley.

"I'm just going to say it. That was...beautiful" Michael chokes out "Sick, deranged, and unsettling, but beautiful." Jan pats his back for comfort

"What happened to this place? It's dead." Karen says warily as she enters decked out in a black prom dress. "I was supposed to meet Ryan. Where is he?" She makes sure she's looking right at Jim and Pam when she says it.

Kelly almost falls over, but Toby catches her. She was right. At least she can congratulate herself on not falling for it. For a split second there, she thought he was being honest. Stupid, stupid girl.

In all the awkwardness, Packer reenters from above.

He sizes up the mess, but doesn't look too surprised. He's been involved in far weirder things.

"Wooee gal, you look like ten miles of dirt road" He says eyeing Kelly over. "Didn't know this was a Halloween blast Mikey….anyway, where is that hot Indian broad you promised me. Is she going to be dressed like Pocahontas, because I'm telling you, that's what I'm picturing."

A/N: Not completely happy with this Chapter. Might have to make revisions, but here it is. Dwanglea will have to be in the deleted scenes (I promise), tried to fit it in here but it was just awkward with all else going on. Didn't intend to include so much JAM, but it was originally a plot device, which I went another way with. You might can guess what I was going to do if you think real hard XD I just wanted drag it out a little more though, so I squashed it for the time being.