A/N: So this one is a bit longer than usual, coming in at just under 2400 words... but I wanted to write it and couldn't get it out of my head. Less about "Jim to the Rescue" and more about "Jim and Pam Gettin' it ON!" lol with a twist of course. Remember, it's AU... suspend disbelief... and enjoy!

Jim relaxes his shoulders and lets out the breath he's been keeping in since he can't remember when. He is outside; the air smells clean after the rainshower a few hours earlier, the one that made the girls in their poufy satin dresses squeal as they ran into the banquet hall. He leans against the wall, feels the coolness of it through his rented suit, and closes his eyes for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe.

Katy left an hour ago. She had been complaining of sore feet and a headache all night long, but Jim had barely paid her any notice. When she had told him she was taking a cab home, his protests were half-hearted. He walked her to the door but didn't go outside, and only watched her shape retreat into the darkness long enough to know that she was in the cab. He turned then and walked back into the hall, depressed and dejected, with his hands in his pockets and his head hung a little lower than usual, only to see Pam in the arms of that buffoon from the football team. Why not? he had asked himself at the time, settling back into his seat and willing the water in his glass to turn into some kind of malt liquor instead. Let's see how many more disappointments I can rack up tonight… .

That was an hour ago. He'd had enough of the fake… everything that went on inside the hall. Jim had only bought his ticket because he had planned on asking Pam to go as his date. But then she'd shown up at a party with Roy and everything went to shit. He met Katy in the mall and asked her to go with him on a whim a few weeks before the banquet – a retaliation, he told himself, designed to make Pam jealous even though all it really did was make him feel dumb – and the rest was history. He wondered if his and Pam's plan to attend Penn State in the fall together would hold up if she was still dating Roy, but Jim knew he couldn't stand the idea; he flirted with the idea of applying out-of-state.

Now, as he stands against the wall, the wet wall that will now probably cost him the damage deposit on his rented suit, he heaves another sigh and runs his hands through his hair. Enough with the dancing. Enough with the hugs and signing yearbooks and "see you laters". Jim decides it's high time he went home.

He is just about to go back inside and call his mom to ask her where she left the car in the parking lot when he hears a voice coming from behind some potted trees just down the wall from him. It's dark; he can't see much beyond what is immediately in front of him. He strains to hear the noise again, waiting just barely long enough for it to float out of the darkness more defined and clearly audible.

"No… stop it." A female voice, slightly pleading.

Jim has no idea what comes over him as he opens his mouth to form the words that come out next. "Hello?"

What are you going to do, Halpert? This is probably something you shouldn't get mixed up in… .

The voice comes across again. "Stop it. There's someone there."

Jim removes his hands from his pockets and walks over. The trees rustle a bit, and Jim is aware that there are two people behind the foliage wall.

He tries again. "Hello?"

Then, through a break in the trees, a hulking figure stumbles forward. His clothes are dishevelled and stained, and he smells heavily of alcohol. Jim wrinkles his nose at the offensive odour as the he man veers sharply to the left and takes off towards the parking lot without looking up.

Jim turns his attention back to the trees, where a second figure emerges from behind the greenery. He recognizes her slim-fitting champagne coloured dress, shimmering in what little light there was. She holds her heels in one hand by the straps, and her black clutch is secured under her arm, but when he sees her face, he knows she's either been crying or was caught in the rain; her hair is mussed up, loos tendrils falling in her face instead of secured behind her head where they were when he last saw her. He notices that the one strap of her dress is torn a little, and even in the dark, he can see smudgy handprints and finger smears circling Pam's waist and along her bustline.

He looks back out into the parking lot, recognizing the situation for what it was. He drops his mouth open a bit, searching for words.

"Jim, I know what you're going to say… ."

"And what's that, Pam?" Jim asks her softly.

"It wasn't what it looked like."

Well it sure as hell wasn't Yahtzee, Jim thinks to himself. "What was Roy doing?"

"He was drunk," Pam offered. "He had very different ideas about how tonight was going to go."

"Clearly."

"Don't judge."

Jim raises an arm to point into the parking lot, disbelieving how upset he's able to get with such little provocation. "What was that then? What was he doing to you?"

Pam grimaced. "It's none of your business, Jim!" She shivers a little; Jim remembers that Pam had a shawl or a wrap or something on earlier in the evening. Whether she misplaced it or what, it's too cold for her to stand there bare shouldered. Jim shrugs off his suit coat and hand it to her, and she accepts it.

"Did he…?"

Pam looks up at him and he sees tears in her eyes as she shakes her head. He closes the gap between them and takes the jacket – she's still holding it in her hand – and surrounds her shoulders. He lets his hands rest on her arms for a moment before he sets about trying to fix some of the loose hair with bobby pins still clinging to her head. Slowly sweeping a strand across her temple then up and over her ear, he smoothes it down with his fingers before deftly securing it with a pin. He had a sister; he knew what he was doing, and knew too that women always felt better when they looked better.

"Much improved," he nodded when he was finished. Pam stops sniffling and manages a smile.

"Can you drive me home?" she asks. Jim nods, and they start off across the parking lot to find the car Jim's mom deposited after the banquet and which Jim is fairly sure he won't be able to find easily.

When Jim pulls up outside of Pam's house a half hour later, she is giddy and laughing. Jim is uneasy but doesn't let on. He's furious at Roy for getting drunk and trying to take advantage of the situation with Pam. He's mad at himself, too, for not sticking up for her more. But he consoles himself with the fact that he did end up taking Pam home that evening, and… .

Somehow Pam manoeuvres herself across the seats and is in Jim's lap, kissing him all over the face and neck and running her hands through his hair. She moans and suckles and Jim, while suddenly and very highly aroused, frees his hands from under her body and gently pushes her away.

"Pam… wow, Pam… what's going on?"

"Wanna come in?" she asks breathlessly. "My parents are gone for the weekend." She kisses him again, all tongue. Jim breaks free, turning his head to the side.

"Pam, I-I… ."

"Fine, let's do it here." She fishes through her clutch and pulls out a condom. Jim finds himself blushing. He's not a virgin, but he's pretty sure Pam is, making her brazenly sexual display both highly disturbing and erotic at the same time.

She traces a line of kisses down his chest while her hands wrestle with his belt. Jim lets one groan escape his lips as her palm flattens against his erection accidentally. He quickly regains control and, once again, nudges Pam away.

"Pam."

She looks up at him. "What?"

God, he wants her so badly he can taste it, and she's crouched over him and the feel of her hands on him is so electrifying and… .

"This can't be happening…," he mutters, grinding the heel of each hand into his eyes to try and wake himself up.

Pam's hands slow down and she brings them up to each side of his face. He removes his own hands and finds Pam kissing him gently on the mouth. He surprises himself by returning it, cupping her face in his hands and leaning forward into her and pushing her back towards the steering wheel. She moans against his lips, breaks the kiss, and Jim lets his head fall to the crook of her neck and he kisses her, presses his lips against the warm, pulsing skin at the base of her throat. He doesn't want to question why, why his best friend is letting him make her writhe in the front seat of his mom's car. But Pam doesn't stop him. She leans her head back and swivels so one leg is on either side of Jim's body, and Jim reaches under the seat to engage the lever and push his seat back as far as it will go, giving them more room.

"Jim…," she whimpers, kissing him again, "…Jim."

She's got her dress hiked up around her waist; Jim makes short work of his belt and Pam helps him unzip the front of his pants. With a little effort, they work his waistband down, and Pam fumbles to remove her panties. When it's done, she's sitting down on his thighs and completely out of breath, and Jim thinks she is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Scooping hair behind her ear, she looks across at Jim.

He smiles and kisses her. He can feel her lips curling too. She finds the condom on the seat next to her, hands it to him; the wrapper crinkles loudly, and Jim can smell the acrid scent of latex the moment he unrolls the condom onto himself. Pam is still smiling, and she grabs the handle above Jim's door for leverage – Jim helps her by putting his hands on her hips and lifting her a little – then positions herself so the tip of his erection is nudging at her opening.

She shivers. "I've never… ."

"It's okay."

She nods and lowers herself onto him, slowly, gasping as he fills her completely. He grips himself at the base, guiding it in, and soon her pelvis is pressing against his and he can feel her warmth and how wet she is and his eyes roll back in his head. Pam lets out a short, explosive moan, then lifts herself up again. She drops her head, crushing his mouth against hers in a kiss so passionate Jim feels his balls tighten and wonders if he could come right then and there. She swirls her tongue around in his mouth, licking him just behind his teeth. He moans.

She breaks apart, moving her hips faster now, and Jim hangs onto her hips. His hands brush over the smudges on her pale yellow dress, and the bottom of his stomach drops out as he remembers Roy. Pam looks down at his hands, sees what he sees, and quickly looks back into his eyes.

"Forget it Jim," she grinds into him and he groans, "Forget it… ."

What's happening… .

"I just want…," she's breathless; her hips swivel around and Jim pants for air, she's bringing him so close to climax. "I need to feel something…," her voice rises in pitch, "… something other than him…," she keeps talking, even though Jim doesn't want to hear it, and her voice is increasingly raspy and thick, "…other than his hands, and his fingers…," and now Jim wonders if it's him or Roy she's getting off on. "…Oh God! Jim!"

He watches as her stomach tightens and he can feel her squeezing him deep within her as she convulses, and before he knows it, he's coming too. She sinks down, drapes her arm over the headrest, and Jim puts his arms around her, holding her to his chest. Now I'm definitely not getting my deposit back on this suit… .

Pam is crying. He cranes his neck to look down at her, but she swipes at her eyes and sits up, lifting her leg and pulling herself off of him. He groans, the sensation is so strong and he's so raw. She puts on her panties, which are swinging around her ankle, and straightens her dress, as tears fall down her cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry," she says.

"For what?" he asks, still out of breath.

She looks at him with sad eyes and smiles, but it's fake, like the sentiment in the banquet hall, and Jim despairs. She kisses him, frowning as she pulls away.

"I was wrong to do this," she admits.

"Why 'wrong'?"

She just shakes her head and pauses for a moment before leaping out of the car. It's started to rain again. He watches her run up to the house still rearranging her dress; he wonders what to do with the condom, and ends up throwing it out in a McDonald's parking lot garbage bin down the street.

It was his name on her lips as she came, he thought, but on Monday morning, it was Roy's arm around her shoulder in the hallway.

And Jim began applying for late admission to out-of-state colleges Monday afternoon.