Jim should have been showering and changing before dinner but he didn't want to risk missing a knock at the door should Sarah need him. He couldn't imagine how painful it would be to see someone you love happy and pregnant with someone else's child. He was moving to Stamford so he'd never have to see Pam with Roy's child, it had to happen eventually and he sure as hell wasn't going to watch.

After ten minutes he considered checking downstairs to see if they were talking and how Sarah was coping. He paced a little, he couldn't interrupt, Sarah had asked him to go to his room so he'd stay. His heart leapt when he heard a faint knock at the door. He rushed over and swung the door open expecting to see a distraught Sarah on the other side.

Jim stopped breathing. There was no mistaking who it was this time.

"Pam?"

"Hi." It was the first word that popped into her head. She'd start at hi and work her way from there. It felt like a lifetime since she last saw him but he hadn't changed at all, even the bags under his eyes that had appeared a few weeks ago were still there.

"Hi." He replied, not sure what to say and whether it was ok to be happy to see her.

"I didn't marry him."

It was all he needed to hear. The stepped towards her and crashed his lips on hers, it was ungraceful but full of need. Her bag fell to the floor with a thud. They stumbled back a step before Jim steadied his love by drawing her close. They kissed like they were making up for lost time, eager and possessive. Pam was holding on for dear life, she'd travelled half the globe to be right where she was. Her lips moved desperately against his, finally she felt like she had found where she'd belonged. They broke away for breath but nothing was said. Jim took her hand and her bag and led her into his room, not noticing Sarah slink away into the elevator with a smile.

As soon as the door closed their mouths found each other again. Pam stepped back so she was braced between the wall and Jim's body, his body touching the whole length of her just like she needed, she needed to feel him. She let her hands explore everywhere they could reach, his hair, his strong back, down his sides all the while exploring his taste for the first time. Their kiss had been far too fleeting before, only a hint of what could have been.

Jim's kisses strayed down her jaw line and to the sensitive skin of her neck. "I'm sorry." She murmured with a slight crack in her voice.

He barely stopped his soft kisses and nuzzling to ask her why.

"For taking so long. Jim..." As much as she was savouring his touch she guided his face back to hers so she could see his eyes. It's like they'd come back to life again, her old happy Jim, not the broken one she felt like she'd created. Jim gazed back, still keeping her somewhat pinned against the wall, he wasn't going to let her go. "I love you, I'm so in love with you." She needed him to hear it, as much as it was assumed by her sudden appearance, the brilliant smile on his face was just as good as kissing him had been. She almost giggled with happiness.

He sweetly kissed her forehead, it was such a loving gesture that she sighed at the touch. "So I guess some stuff happened after I left?" He stroked her face, it was reassurance she was really here and he hadn't had some sort of mental break. Even if he had, it was pretty damn nice so he was sticking with insanity for now.

"You could say that." She kissed him again, soft and slow, the pace seemingly slowed now the first desperate rush of seeing each other had passed. "I can't believe I'm here."

"Me neither, not that I haven't been imagining you running to a plane and coming here, I didn't actually think that would really happen, I'm still not sure you're not a hallucination."

She pinched him hard on the chest, just missing a nipple.

"Oww! Yeah, you're real and a little mean!"

"I'll be gentler next time." Her smile came so easy now; the longest day of her life was over.

"So... we could stay standing against this wall and make out some more or you could tell me what happened followed by some more making out? I'm happy as long as you're here and I get to kiss you, imaginary or real."

Hearing Jim joke and look so joyfully happy only made how much she'd missed him over the last month more acute. She'd missed the very essence of who he was. She drew him to her for
one more kiss.

"Let's sit."

The only place to sit comfortably and still be close was his freshly made bed. They both climbed on top of the covers and sat upright against the headboard side by side.

"So why exactly am I lucky enough to have you here?" He laced his hand with hers and she squeezed tight.

"I got a card. I have it with me." She climbed off the bed and grabbed the battered looking envelope. She hadn't treated it with care since last night. She got back in place and handed it to him. "Marcia gave me this after my interview; she told me someone from Dunder Mifflin wanted her to give this to me. I was in my dress and everything; I was due to leave for the church."

Jim looked at her and opened his mouth to speak but no words materialised. The look of shock said it all; he hadn't expected her decision to have come so late. He still stared at her, the envelope lying benignly in his hands.

"This card changed everything for me."

Jim looked back down at the envelope; her name was hand written on the front, it's wasn't handwriting he was familiar with. He carefully pulled the card out and assessed the picture of a bride and groom on the front, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to be looking for. "Read it." Said Pam.

Jim opened the card and read aloud. "To Pamela and Roy. Sorry we could not attend your special day but we wish you all the luck and happiness for many years to come. Best wishes, David and Rachel Wallace." Jim turned the card over to look at the back but there was nothing else. Jim was more than confused. "I don't get it."

"I thought it was you." She bit her lip as she remembered that moment. "When Marcia said it was from someone at Dunder Mifflin I just knew it was you, that I'd open the card and you'd tell me where to meet you and give me another chance, that it wasn't over. That you'd... save me." It felt idiotic to phrase it like that but at the time, it was how she felt at the time. Jim stayed silent, still waiting for more explanation. "When it wasn't you I was just devastated, it was just the most awful thing. That's when it hit me; I couldn't go through with it. I knew then that I loved you. That I wanted to be with you." She held his hand again and placed a kiss on the top of it. "I couldn't expect you to turn up; I had to do it myself. I had to save myself, I guess." She shrugged at the cheesiness of her words and smiled wryly.

Jim took her cheek in his palm and kissed her chastely but he was trying to imprint this memory into his mind. It may never have happened if it hadn't been for one innocuous note. "I think I owe David some unpaid overtime."

They relaxed lay down a little on the bed holding each other. Pam rested her head on Jim's chest with her hand laced with his resting on his belly. Jim had his arm wrapped around her and enjoyed this blissful moment of peace. She was here, she came.

So the contents of the card were finally revealed, I hope it hit the mark.

Thanks everyone who has reviewed so far, such a cool thing for all of you to take the time to do, especially when I've made you wait for this!