Title: Reunion & Undertones.
Continuity: 'The Merger'. (Season Three's 8th episode.)
Song: 'Another day', by Paramore.
Feedback: Of course, reviews are highly appreciated.
Warning/Comments: Slightly A/U. This chapter is centered around both Jim and Pam's thoughts and feelings on the reunion; I really hope I did a good job with this one since it's one of my favorite scenes ever and I really wouldn't want to blow it. Tell me what you think.
For the first time in months, Jim Halpert walked throughout the short hallway to the entrance of the office where everything had begun.
She, the woman who reminded herself every single day that it was her fault that he had gone away, saw him from afar and her lips curled up in a smile as she nervously tried to comb her messy curls with her hands.
The moment he saw her, the woman who was the living reason because of which he'd left Scranton, sitting at her spot on the reception desk, he immediately stopped paying attention to the conversation he was having with his partner, who walked next to him, and he focused all of his senses on her, trying to capture her image to make it stay fire-burned to his brain. God, he had missed her. Doesn't she look prettier than ever?, he wondered, somehow sadly.
She stood up and smiled widely, waiting for him to reach her spot.
And do you ever want me? Do you ever need me?
I know that you left before goodbye.
And it's okay, there's always another day.
He stopped walking once he was a couple of feet away from her desk. "Hi, I'm Jim, I'm new here…" He started speaking, but she interrupted him.
And anytime you want me, anytime you see me,
I don't think you meant to say goodbye.
But it's okay, there's always another day.
"Oh my God, it's really you!"She exclaimed, running towards him and practically jumping into his arms, without caring how childish, stupid or ridiculous she looked. She was so happy that it was actually real and that he was back, that she didn't care what the others thought about her behavior. All she cared about was that he was there. He was back.
He couldn't help but opening his arms to receive her inside of his strong embrace. Once he had her in his arms, he furtively sighed. He'd missed that.
For a seemingly never-ending moment, neither of them spoke, as they silently hug.
She would have wanted to tell him some of the things that she couldn't keep inside any longer, like Welcome home, I love you, Please forgive me, I missed you, and many others, but she held herself back and instead, buried her face on his chest, breathing his scent in for the first time in months.
He would have wanted to tell her some of the things he had inside as well, like You can't imagine how hard it's been to live without you, I still love you, I don't care about what you did months ago anymore, I never wanted to go away in the first place and more, but he held himself back and simply hugged her tight, enjoying the fact that he felt at home.
They would have wanted to stay that way forever, silently holding each other, telling each other with that simple action all the things that they couldn't find courage enough to say with words.
Soon enough, though, they broke apart, looking nervous and a bit embarrassed.
"I was just doing a little joke about how we never met… "He said, breaking the silence, trying to make conversation.
"I know. I don't care."She answered, interrupting him again, chuckling slightly.
I really don't care. You're here and that's all that matters.
"Awesome."He stifled laughter and smiled. "Good to be back. The place looks really good."
It's great to be back. And I really don't care about the place, but you look as beautiful as ever, he refrained himself from saying.
"It's really good to see you."She said, sincerely, looking down for a second so he wouldn't see the emotion in her eyes and the tears the blinked back.
Actually, having you back is the best thing that's happened to me ever since you left, months ago. Sorry for the understatement.
"You too."He answered, nodding.
They both fell silent again.
For some reason, he just couldn't stop staring at her. And vice versa.
So their eyes locked.
Her olive-green eyes locked with his grayish-brown gaze.
They both smiled for no apparent reason.
In that moment, something deep inside of him clicked over and he simply knew it.
His subconscious became aware of the fact that he loved that woman and that he would never love anybody else but her, and that it was useless trying to deny it because when someone makes you feel at home, that's it, that person's the one.
At the same time, some kind of alarm went off inside of her, making her realize that she wasn't going to sit and watch how he moved on with his life. No, sir. She realized she would do whatever it took to win him back. Because she loved him. Because her life was pointless without him. Because she knew they had to be together. It was fate.
Maybe he wasn't going to admit it just yet.
And perhaps she wouldn't start acting right away.
But he was going to.
And she definitely would.
Maybe not today or tomorrow nor the next day after that.
But one day, they were going to be together and be the happiest people on Earth.
Nevertheless, today wasn't that day.
It'd be a long time until that day.
Today, instead, was just the beginning.
So he brushed those realizations off his mind and walked over to his desk.
And she did the same as she walked back to hers.
Today just wasn't the day.
Although it felt pretty good to be home again.