Chapter Two:
I just like to thank all those who reviewed, you made my day. I'm not sure where I'm going with this or how long it will be. I've kind of rushed this chapter, I'm going away for a few weeks soon so won't be able to post anything plus I think I wanted to have these chapters posted before the episode airs and I can be influenced by anything that has goes on in it.
Its a little rushed and I'm not entirely happy with it but I'm thinking once I know where I'm going with this story I'll go back and rework a few things.
I hope you guys enjoy.
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The door opens and Ann's tired and weary face greets her.
'Pamela.' The smile she greets Pamela with is genuine and Pamela cannot help but offer a small smile in return
'I uh,' she falters for a moment, 'I am sorry to disturb you, I want to speak to Bobby to,' for some reason his name fails to roll off her tongue. She takes a deep breath. 'To you all actually, I wanted to apologise for earlier.'
Anne smiles reassuringly at her and steps aside, so she can enter.
As usual, the Ewing's have congregated in the kitchen, Bobby sits defeated at the breakfast bar whilst Elena stands on the other side Christopher hovering beside her and the youngest Ewing brother Gary stands on the outside of the inner Ewing circle. There is no sign of Sue Ellen or John Ross.
They all turn to look up as she enters the room, followed closely by Ann. She notes the usual venom emitted from Christopher is no longer there, she wonders if he is just too tired to try to be angry with her today.
'I'd hoped you'd all be here.'
It is Elena who speaks up, 'Sue Ellen wanted some time alone and John Ross has not been seen since….since this afternoon.'
'About that. It is why I am here. I wanted to apologise for the way my father behaved today.'
She can tell by the look on everyone's faces that this is unexpected but she's not the monster Christopher paints her out to be and she knows that her father crossed a line today and she determined to make it right, not that she can but the least she can do is acknowledge her father's wrong doings with an apology. This people are her children's family and she has seen enough messed up family dynamics to last her a lifetime, she wants something different for her children.
'You do not have to apologise for your father Pamela.' Ann's soft voice is accompanied by a light squeeze of her arm.
'I do, I should. What he did, what he said. He shouldn't have said those things.'
Bobby looks her square in the eyes. 'Thank you. It's appreciated.'
'Would you like some coffee? Pamela breaks eye contact from Bobby to look at where the voice came from and is more than a little shocked to see that the offer was made by the father of her children.
She does not know who is surprised more by this offer, her, or the man that makes it.
'I can't.' She laughs slightly and gestures towards her ever-growing stomach.
Christopher lets out a small chuckle . 'Sorry, tea?
'Yes, tea would be lovely.' She takes a seat at the breakfast bar and Ann pours her a stemming cup of tea.
After a few moments its Bobby that speaks up again, 'I hope your father didn't cause you too much trouble.'
'No.' she lies.
'JR and your father never really cared for each.'
'Still not an excuse.'
'I like to say that I think JR would of acted differently to Cliff but.' Bobby trails off not finishing his sentence, he looks over to Pamela, and she offers him a small smile in return.
They sit in a somewhat comfortable silence, each person deep in their own thoughts. After awhile of inconsequential chatter, she decides to leave but not before asking Ann if she can use the toilet, these twins of hers are starting to play havoc on her bladder.
'Why of course. I am afraid you will have to use the upstairs one we have been having a few plumbing problems downstairs.'
Pamela smiles and makes her way up the Ewing family stairs. She tired and today has been an awfully long day and she cannot help but be disappointed that the one person she wanted to speak to is not here. She splashes her face with cold water she tries to compose herself a little. You are a Barnes and Barnes do not little emotions get in the way, of anything. She can almost hear her father's voice in her head.
She blames her hormones for this outburst.
As she makes her way down the corridor, far to lost in her own thoughts that she almost collides with someone exiting the guest room.
'Oh I'm sorry.' She wonders how long he's been here at Southfork and why nobody knew he was home. All of a sudden she doesn't feel at all ready to face him, she can't explain why that is.
'What are you doing here.' He sounds slightly defensive.
She takes a deep breath, 'I came to apologise.'
'Apologise? John Ross questions.
' To your family and you.'
'Pamela.' She hates the way her name just seems to roll off his tongue in some seductive manner.
He moves several steps toward her.
'I'm sorry about this afternoon. My father.'
He nods.
All of a sudden, there is barely any space between them and he is reaching for her hand like he did all those weeks ago, this time she lets him.
'I'm sorry about JR.' she whispers, all too aware of John Ross's thumb tracing little circles on the back of her palm. She finds it highly distracting, the way it makes her pulse race just that little faster.
'I know.' He makes another move to come even closer into her personal space.
The door creeks and the moment, whatever that moment could have been is gone. A young blonde-haired woman emerges from the room John Ross exited moments ago. Pam looks at the young woman .It takes her a second to place her, Emma, her mind supplies, Ann's daughter. She looks back at John Ross, who looks slightly panicked.
She drops her hand from his grasp.
'I should go.'
'Pamela.' There it is again, that soft pleading tone in his voice, almost as if he was sorry.
Her voice suddenly adopts a cold emotionless tone, 'I will see it you at the next board meeting John Ross.'
She is halfway down the stairs before he has a chance to respond. She makes a polite but hasty goodbye to the rest of the Ewing's. Ann offers to see her out but she declines , she will be fine.
She regrets that decision when she makes a move towards the door only to find that John Ross is already there. Reaching for the door handle, John Ross's hand stops her. Pamela tries her best not to look at him focusing only his hand on hers and the door in front of her.
'It's not what it looks like.'
She turns to look at him. 'It's none of my business.'
'Let me explain.'
'I don't need an explanation. There's nothing to explain' She cannot help but punctuate the last three words of her sentence.
John Ross let his hands fall from hers, defeated. Pamela chooses to make her escape.
Outside she leans against her car and takes several deep breathes. Stupid hormones she curses under her breath.