Firstly I want to thank all who have read, reviewed, followed. It was such a lovely surprise to get such wonderful feedback.

I've been away so I haven't been able to post anything new for the past few weeks. Sorry about that. I also have to admit that I've been struggling to decide where I want to take this story. It was written cause a I saw a preview and a plot bunny popped into my head. I am currently trying to decide where to take this story, am I going to follow things that have been happening in the episodes, with a fanfic twist or do I decide to go in a completely different direction. I think the next few chapter will probably follow the past two episodes closely, to a point before I start to drift away.

So about this chapter. I have introduced an OC. I do feel for Pamela as she doesn't seem to have anyone at all, her only family in Dallas is her father and she doesn't seem to have any friends from her past. I thought that was a little sad and depressing so I've changed that.

I suppose you could say that this is a filler chapter. No John Ross/Pamela interaction. Just Pamela talking to a ''stranger''.

I hope you enjoy and hopefully I have more chapters filled with John Ross/Pamela goodness up soon.

Once again thank you and enjoy this chapter.

When she gets back from the Ewings she takes a long hot shower but somehow now matter how hard she tries she can still feel the lingering touch of John Ross on her hand. She lets out another deep sigh, something she's been doing a lot lately. When she gets ready for bed she opts for comfort over style, it just her here anyway so what does it matter. She settles down in a rather comfy seat by the window, hoping to take a few moments to relax before she heads to bed.

An hour and half later and she's still wide awake, staring at the phone sitting on the arm of the chair, she makes the unconscious move to bite her thumb, it a nervous habit she hasn't done it several years, when she notices she stops immediately.

She picks up the phone, puts it down, picks it up again, this little dance continues for a few more minutes until she picks up the phone one last time and dials.

There's a muffled sleeply voice other the other end of the line and it belongs to the one person Pamela trusts more than anyone else in the world.

'Pam.'

'Crap.' She suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. 'I'm sorry Maddie. I forgot about the time difference.'

She had thought it was a good idea, to call her oldest friend, forgetting that said friend was an ocean away working in Europe.

There is a tired laugh at the other end, 'That's ok. Is everything alright?'

'Yes.' Her reply is a little rushed and doesn't sound convincing. ' I'm sorry I should let you go…

Before Pamela starts rambling the voice on the other line cuts her off. 'Pam. What's wrong?' It's a commanding tone, far more awake then it was 30 seconds ago.

'It's just been a really long day.'

'You wanna talk about it?'

'What time is?

'Meh its like 3, 4 in the morning. '

'I'm sorry.'

There's a laugh and its warm and genuine and it makes Pamela feel lighter. 'Its fine. You wanna tell me what's wrong.'

Pamela bites her lip, 'Yes…..No.'

'You wanna just talk.'

Pamela smiles her first genuine smile in weeks, 'yeah I'd like that.'

'Be like old times.'

Pamela beams, 'Yeah, just like old times.'

They talk for a little while about things that matter very little, the weather, work, travel, things from their shared teenage years, little things in life. The topic of the twins is touched upon and Pamela feels worlds better for being able to share the little things about her pregnancy with someone who seems genuinely interested in it. She feels so at ease she doesn't even realise what she says next till is out.

'Cliff made a scene at JR's memorial today.'

There is a long silence. 'Oh.' Another silence. 'Is that what this phone call is about?'

Pamela wriggles in her seat suddenly very uncomfortable.

' Since you know he made a scene I take it you were there?

'Yes,' there's a pause before she admits the next part, 'I wanted to show my support for John Ross.'

'Aaaahh and uh how did that go? Pamela swears she can feel her smiling down the phone.

'I don't think my support or my presence was welcome.' She admits feeling slightly defeated.

'I'm sorry, I know that uh that your feelings for John Ross.'

Pamela snaps she knows what's being implied here.

'I don't have feelings for John Ross.' She exhales and takes a moment to calm herself she didn't mean to snap. ' I do care about him but.' She struggles to explain herself and is becoming frustrated. She differently isn't going to mention her visit to the Ewing home earlier that evening.

A calm soothing voice comes down the line. 'Right I understand, you care about him he's been your sort of ally recently, it's a friendship if sorts, it's totally understandable. I didn't mean to imply anything but that.'

'I'm sorry I snapped, long day.'

'I forgive you…..This once.'

Pamela laughs. 'Thanks.' There silence again but it's not uncomfortable or awkward.

'Maybe you should approach John Ross with an olive branch, something to reboot that business relationship you guys have.'

Pamela smiles she likes that idea. 'Any suggestions?'

'You're a smart girl, you'll find something.' It's been a while since she's heard a voice have that much confidence in her, her father certainly doesn't. It makes Pamela ache for a simpler time away for Dallas.

'I should go, try get some sleep.'

She doesn't really want to, this whim of a phone call has reminded her of how much she misses things, PEOPLE from her past, before Dallas, before Christopher even before Tommy. She's never really been a girl that's had many friends, always to guarded to let people in and the ones she had made she lost contact with long ago, expect Maddie.

Maddie doesn't count, a voice in her head supplies.

'Ok, well let me know how things go. Night Pamela.'

'Maddie.'

'Yeah.'

Pam hesitates, bites her lip, its not something she'd normally admit to but it's been a long and emotional day and her pregnancy is blame havoc with her emotions.

'I miss you.'

'I miss you to Pam. Night.'

'Night.' Silent tears seem to of made their way down Pamela cheeks. She brushes them away.

Stupid hormones, she thinks.

She heads to bed feeling lighter than she did a few hours ago. In the morning she'll see what kind of olive branch she can find to reach out to John Ross with.