AN: Just to help you orient yourselves, this chapter is set just before season 2.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Office or Thinking of You by Katy Perry

It had been weeks since Pam's night with Jim and everything had gone back to normal. Jim was sure Pam had forgotten about it and Pam was sure Jim had forgotten about it. The two were best friends, playing pranks on Dwight, putting up with Michael, and nothing had changed.

Well, almost nothing.

Pam was sitting at her desk with a pair of old headphones on so it looked like she was typing a dictation that Michael had given her earlier. She actually had the headphones plugged into her old CD player because she had yet to join the mp3 age.

The CD she was listening to right now was a mix given to her by her sister Penny. She had never heard most of the songs because Pam was partial to obscure Indie music, or classic stuff. She blamed Jim for that; he had slowly converted her from pop music after they met.

Pam didn't really register the first verse of the song when it came on; she was too busy typing to really notice it. When the chorus came on however she stopped and froze.

Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you.

What would I do if you were the one who was spending the night?

Oh I wish that I was looking into your eyes.

Pam felt her stomach flip; why was this song affecting her this way? That was a stupid question to ask herself because her answer was sitting 10 feet away taking a phone call.

You're like and Indian summer in the middle of winter;

A candy heart with a surprise center.

Pam felt awful for thinking this way; she loved Roy; she was engaged to Roy. But this song made her think of that night with Jim. That night that he was here knight in shining armor.

Pam all of a sudden became aware that she had been staring at Jim when she realized that he was staring back at her with a confused look on his face. She had been in one of those stares where you're staring at something but you don't really see it.

Jim got up and walked urgently to Pam's desk. "Hey are you ok? You look like you're going to be sick." Jim was right; she looked pale like she'd seen a ghost or was about to throw up. "Pam?" he repeated when she was unresponsive.

"No, No I'm fine." She managed as she paused the song. She opened her mouth to say something only to close it again. It didn't matter, Jim didn't feel this way about her and she was engaged. It was a moot point.

"You really do look sick," Jim said concerned. He reached out to put is hand on her forehead to check for a fever; then he pressed the back of his hand to her cheek.

"What the hell Pam!" It was five o'clock and wouldn't you know it Roy had walked in while Jim's hand was resting on her cheek.

Jim's hand snapped back to his side of the desk. "Roy, it was…he said I looked sick…he was checking for a fever," Pam stuttered.

"Come on Pam, it's time to go," Roy said stiffly and walked out of the office letting the door slam behind him.

Pam was acutely aware of the whole office looking at her. She quickly shoved everything into her bag and left Jim standing at her desk while she ran after Roy.

The camera moved in for a shot on Jim; he looked up at the camera for the first time with boiling anger. "Get that damn thing away from me seriously." He grumbled as he pushed the camera viewer away from him and walked back to his desk.

Jim wanted to know, no, needed to know what had made Pam act that way and whether she was ok.

Pam sat through hours of listening to Roy yelling at her and sitting stoically holding back her tears. Around 10 Roy stomped out to get drinks with his buddies. Luckily Jim knew to wait a while to call.

It was only about fifteen minutes after Roy left that Pam's phone began to buzz on the table.

"Hello?" Pam asked answering before checking the caller ID.

"Pam, are you ok?" Jim's sweet soft voice cam through the phone.

"Yes," Pam whimpered; the damn she'd built to stop from crying was crumbling.

"You don't sound ok; Pam I'm coming over there, you shouldn't be alone" Jim sounded genuinely concerned.

"Roy" was all Pam could mutter.

"He won't be back anytime soon, he's getting totally plastered right now. Am I wrong?"

When Pam didn't answer Jim said he'd be there in a few minutes.

Pam opened the door when Jim knocked. She looked terrible. Jim pulled her into a hug as soon as he stepped in the door and Pam broke down. She sobbed into Jim's t-shirt; and Jim's heart broke.

Jim carefully guided her to the couch and pulled her into his lap. "Shhh, Pam honey, it'll be ok, tell me what happened," Jim whispered reassuringly into her ear.

Pam sniffled and managed to slow her crying, "He's never been this mad before."

"Pam, look at me," Jim said suddenly serious. He put his hands gently on either side of her face and made her make eye contact, "Did he hurt you Pam? Did he hit you?"

Pam shook her head, "He just yelled a lot." Pam was crying again.

"Pam you can't stay here tonight; it'll be worse when he's drunk," Jim cautioned.

Pam looked up at him; the thought hadn't occurred to her. She realized then that she was legitimately afraid of Roy. Of course she knew Roy had a temper; they'd fought before but it had never been like this.

"Where do you want to stay? I'll take you. Your friend Isabelle's?" Pam shook her head. "Do you want to drive to your sister's?"

"Jim can I just stay with you?" Jim was shocked. Pam said that like that's really what she needed, she needed him.

"Pam I don't know if that's a good idea…" All Jim had to do was look at the genuine fear in his best friend's eyes to know that this was really the only idea. "Ok but I need you to call Isabelle and tell her you'll be with me, but if Roy calls you're with her and you don't want to talk to him OK?"

Pam nodded.

"Then you need to leave a note for Roy" Pam nodded again "And you need clothes for tomorrow so you don't have to borrow my sister's again.

Jim may usually be full of jokes and laughter but when it came to serious situations he could take control and get everything done. Within fifteen minutes their lie had been carefully constructed and they were in Jim's car on the way to his house.

The song came on the radio and Pam shuddered this song had started everything.

Now, now the lesson's learned

I touched it, I was burned.

It was true. Pam could never go back to the way things were. That night with Jim had changed everything.

Jim reached out and held Pam's hand. It's almost like he knew.

AN: This chapter is kind of sad. If feel like Roy was an ok guy (just you're normal jerk) until about the second season. Then he starts to get violent so this is how I imagined the start of it. Leave a review and as always thanks for reading.