The pair got some funny looks as they walked into the office together. Jim figured it was mostly Pam's somewhat risqué outfit; boy was he wrong. As soon as the two were occupied rumors began to fly: Roy was out of town, why would she be dressed like that at work, he definitely looked like something had happened.

It was true Jim was floating on air all day. Pam seemed happier than usual too.

Jim hovered by Pam's desk at the end of the day waiting for her to shut down her computer and turn on the automated voicemail. The day seemed to have gone by faster than usual for the two that were oblivious to the whole office talking about them.

Jim was driving slowly to Pam's apartment. "Are you sure you're going to be ok?" Jim asked praying for another night with Pam.

"Yea Roy's supposed to be home tonight," she said. Did she sound sad? Jim chastised himself for getting his hopes up.

"Oh right, you said he was in Vegas?"

"Yea bachelor party," Pam mumbled.

"Whose?" Jim asked.

"His." Jim's heart sunk they were getting married. Soon. "Yea he couldn't find another time when all his friends could go, so it's a little early. He said he wanted to do it right so they all went to Vegas for the weekend."

Jim pulled into Pam's driveway and sure enough Roy's truck was there.

"I'll see you tomorrow, and I'll bring the dress back" Pam said as she got out of his car.

"Don't worry about it whenever's fine"

"Jim," Pam said turning back to him, "Thanks for everything I don't know what I would have done without you." Her eyes smoldered in the fading sunlight.

"Anytime Pam, seriously, I had a great time."

Pam stopped at the door and watched Jim drive away. Inside Roy was practically asleep in his lazy boy; there was a baseball game on. She decided that it wasn't even worth it to tell Roy about the break in, nothing was stolen and she didn't want to explain that she'd spent the night at Jim's last night.

There was a pile of dirty dishes in the sink that hadn't been there when she'd left last night. Her mind drifted to this morning when she stood next to Jim while he cleaned the dishes.

"Hey Pammy, what's for dinner" Roy called from the living room.

Pam sighed, "I don't know, maybe a roast?" Back to real life.

Jim thought his house seemed empty without Pam. He went to the guest room and re-made the bed and picked the clothes he'd lent Pam up off the floor. He held the t-shirt up to his nose and breathed in; it smelled like Pam. He smiled there was no way he was washing this shirt any time soon. He threw it onto his bed.

He couldn't wait for his roommate Mark to get home. At least then he'd have someone to watch TV with. His apartment seemed to echo with Pam, her laughter, her smile, even her tears. It didn't seem fair.

He sat down to wait. He seemed to spend most of his life waiting. Waiting until he could see Pam again.

Pam crawled into bed later that night. Roy was already in bed; he'd gone to sleep early due to his massive hangover. Pam clicked off the lamp. Everything was silent and dark. Pam rolled over into Roy's arms and nuzzled her face into his shirt.

"Pam, seriously? You know I can't sleep like that," Roy grumbled half asleep.

Pam rolled back to her side of the bed. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped it away and scolded herself. So Roy didn't like to cuddle, what was the big deal? She loved Roy; everyone had flaws. Even Jim had flaws…right?

AN: This is kind of a short chapter. After this one there's going to be a time jump. I'm going to have to think about where I want to put it. Hope you liked it. Thanks for reading! As always reviews are appreciated.