Chapter 5
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Here's some promised John Ross and Pamela ''action''.
Tiny little bit of dialogue lifted from show, I own nothing, just borrowing.
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Slipping off his coat John Ross heads to his mini bar to pour himself a well-deserved drink, he has barely had time to savour the drink before there is a knock at the door. He's more than a little surprised to see who is on the other side.
'Hey.'
'Hey.' His abrupt tone is in stark contrast to her soft voice.
'Can I come in?'
He moves aside and lets her enter.
'What can I do for you Pamela?'
'I've come to prove that I had nothing to doing with my father undercutting your deal. Alison Jones flipped because my father promised to bankroll her political career.'
'One step ahead of you.' He takes a swig of his drink. ' Its been dealt with.'
Pamela lets out a loud sigh. 'So this has been a waste of time.'
John Ross almost makes a move to reach out for her, almost, but stops himself before he does.
'No, Pamela….' Before he can finish his sentence, Pamela interrupts him.
'Bathroom.' She says urgently covering her mouth.
Pamela does not wait for a reply but brushes past him and before John Ross knows what is happening he hears his bathroom door slamming.
He gently sets his glass down on the coffee table and hesitantly approaches the bathroom door. He hears retching sounds from the other side, his hand on door falters slightly, unsure of what his next move should be. The retching sounds stop.
John Ross lightly taps on the door, 'Pamela.'
No answer.
'Pam.' still no answer. He decides to just go for it and opens the door, Pamela is on a heap of the floor, head bowed over the toilet. A wave of unexplainable concern washes over John Ross and he forgets that he was ever angry with her.
'Hey,' his voice has adopted a softer tone then the harsh and cutting one he was using only minutes ago. Pamela looks up at him, reaching out his brushes a few stray locks behind Pamela's ear. 'You okay?'
Stupid question, his brain supplies. Pamela opens her mouth to reply but before words can come out, she is pushing John Ross out the way and empting her stomach contents in his toilet. It's almost as if its natural reaction and at first John Ross doesn't realise he's doing it, with one hand he reaches over and brushes Pamela's falling locks behind her ears, the other is rubbing small circles on Pamela's back, in gesture that's meant to offer some comfort. When he thinks that she finally finished he stand and taking a washcloth runs it under the cold water, after 30 seconds he squeezes any remaining water out and sits back down on the floor next to Pamela, gently, trying to be a soft as he can he daps her face with the damp cloth.
'I'm sorry.' She mumbles.
'It's ok.' He whispers, one hand still dapping her forehead and cheeks with the cloth, the only gently brushing the strands of damp hair off her face.
'I must look like such a mess right now.' She sounds so tired and lost and not at all like the Pamela, John Ross has come to know.
He laughs. 'Darlin you could never look like a mess.' He leans forward, cupping her face with his hands and plants a soft kiss on her forehead. 'I'm gonna get you a water.'
When he returns and hands a grateful Pamela the water he takes a better look at her, she looks pale and tired and he feels guilty for being mad at her the past few days. Its a few moments later when he realises that Pamela did not quite make it to the toilet in time as her coat and shirt are stained rather like his toilet bowl has been.
'I'm gonna go get you something to change into.' He hurries out of the room not really noticing Pamela's embarrassed look down at the clothes she is wearing.
He does his best to find the loosest and largest items of clothing he owns but when Pamela exits the bathroom, after he handed her the clothes and mumbled something about waiting outside for her to change, he realises that he did not really succeed. The t-shirt he offered clings tightly to her and just about covers her as she stands in his living room, in nothing but her underwear and his t-shirt, the pants he offered her in her hands.
'These didn't quite fit.' She hands the pants to John Ross.
He laughs awkwardly, trying to focus his attention on the words she says and not her. 'Right.'
He offers her a seat on the sofa and once she sat down her attempts to throw a blanket over her legs. His closeness seems to sit something offer in her as she suddenly leaps to her feet.
'I should go.' A gentle but firm hand guides her back to her seat.
'You're not going anywhere.' The voice is firm and commanding, followed by the little less confident 'I mean you shouldn't be on your own tonight.'
'I'm fine John Ross. I'm sorry about everything, I'm just very tired and a little stressed. It's been a long day.'
John Ross cannot help but feel a little guilty. Leaning down he perches himself on the coffee table in front of Pamela. He takes her hands in his, neither of them seem to be able to look each other in the eye instead they both focus on their intertwining hands.
'Just for tonight, stay.' He whispers finally looking her in the eye.
Pamela does not answer with words but nods. They sit like that for a few minutes, hands locked together, so close yet so far from one another.
John Ross coughs. 'I'll uh make you a tea.'
Pamela hands fall gently to her lap; she cannot help but feel disappointed with the lack of contact all of a sudden.
A few minutes later, a sheepish looking John Ross enters the room.
'I uh have a pop out for a few things.'
Pamela looks up at him slightly bemused.
'I haven't spent much time here recently and cupboards are kind of bare.'
Pamela lets out a little laugh. John Ross grabs his keys from the counter.
'I won't be long, call me if you need anything.'
'Ok.'
Pamela lies herself down on John Ross's sofa deciding that she will just shut her eyes, just for a moment.
He is not sure how his evening ended up like this, it is certainly, not how he planned to end his evening. However, here he is, feeling like an absolute fool. He brushes a hand through his hair, John Ross does not like feeling like a fool. Somehow, that is exactly what Pamela Rebecca Barnes makes him feel.
Its 9:45 at night and he's standing in a Wal-Mart trying to decide what Maternity wear Pamela would like best. The answer is none, but its late and really he has no other options.