jam oneshots | for the soul~

tears and comfort.

set during 'boys and girls' when Pam is upset about Roy being an asshole x
YALL we love a trapped-in-an-elevator fic
also I've changed the story up slightly so that Jim went to Stamford because he got promoted but the job required him to relocate

Pam's eyes close slightly as the blinding lights flickered and strained her vision. Tears pricked her eyes, and she began to feel sick as she started to break down. How could Roy be so unsupportive? She slowly realized Jim was right about being a receptionist forever- she didn't want this. She had never wanted to be one in the first place. As she covered her eyes, Pam realised something else- Jim had snapped her out of it. He had made her realise this could never do this forever- she didn't despise Dunder Mifflin, but it wasn't her true passion. She wouldn't let herself be stuck with this- no. She couldn't.

She sobbed into her hand as the camera crew watched with an awkward, stubborn silence. They shut off the camera, just as the door cracked open, though no one noticed. "We will...erm...leave you to it, Pam," the cameraman murmured. They all shuffled out just as someone came in. Their heavy but soft footsteps were lovingly familiar. Pam wiped her tears swiftly and looked up. "Oh...Jim..."

"...Pam, what's wrong?" He asked quickly and ran over to her, bending down. "Why are you crying? Did someone say something to you? Did someone hurt you?!" His voice rose as he spoke quicker and quicker. "Was it me? Because of what I said? God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just wanted to tell you that you're capable of so much more-"

She cried harder and buried her head in his chest, tears staining his shirt. Her mascara ran and stained it too, but neither cared. He paused, then wrapped his arms around her petite figure. He gingerly ran his hands through her hair as he hugged her. "Please don't cry...what's wrong, though?"

Pam sniffled, then pulled back and glanced up at him with tears still shining in her eyes. "It's Roy...he's just...said some things..." she whispers and begins to explain more, but he cuts her off. Jim felt his blood begin to boil. He despised Roy with a burning passion, and now he hated him even more for upsetting Pam. "How did I know," he growled. "That asshole is nothing but trouble," he clenched his fists. Pam stared up at him, exasperated. She had never heard Jim speak like that before about anything or anyone before. "...hey, don't talk about him like tha-"

He needs to hold back- no, he has to hold back. But he can't, and suddenly he's telling her the cold truth. No longer can he hold back and shy away from the matter. He can't avoid it for the rest of his life until the wedding arrives. He has to tell her, he has to make her see before it's too late.

"Pam." He said, his voice loud and clear. "You know he's not supportive. He doesn't care about how you feel, it's all about he feels. He doesn't deserve your love, trust or support!" Pam scowled up at him. "Then who does!?" She pushed him away quite fiercely, her hand thumping his chest roughly. Jim's mouth quickly closed as he looked away, not wanting to answer this question specifically. "That's not...umm...I don't...I just...it's just...I don't know, alright? It's just not him," Pam focuses on him again. "Do you mean you?" She's incredibly annoyed, but also intrigued, though she doesn't want to admit it.

"No, of course not." Pam pushes him away. "You're a liar, Jim Halpert!"

"Well, at least I'm not with someone who is emotionally and mentally abusive towards me!" Jim hissed, then got to his feet and stormed out in a whirlwind of emotions. Pam covers her mouth, instantly regretting the decision to be so aggressive with him. Before she can stop herself, she begins to cry, great ugly sobs. Every tear that travels down her cheek is a reminder that she's a mess, a complete failure in this lifetime. She's stuck in a dead-end 9 to 5 job with nothing to do all day but answer the phone and watch Michael attempt to impersonate Bill Cosby, her fiancee would go from being sweet as a doughnut to acting like he was the actual devil who never believed in her, she'd never be a real artist no matter how hard she tried or how much time and effort she put into her work, and she'd just yelled at her best friend and made him angry at her.