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Summary: Michael has another injury, but this time, he has the ability to see visions of the future that effect his coworkers… that begin to come true. Meanwhile, Darryl needs to get the perfect gift for Kelly's birthday, with a little help from Ryan. Potential Dwangela and Relly fic, with a hint of JAM.
A/N: I am just trying to whip out as many of these fics as humanly possible. I have been thinking about writing this fic for about two months and I'm finally writing it! Whoo! I'm so excited about this story because I have some great Dwangela and Relly moments so… yeah, nuff said. Also, this continues from 'The Parade', so if you haven't read it, click on my username and check it out. You won't be disappointed. LOL. Okay, enough of my babble…to the good stuff.
The Gift
January 16, 2008
9:16 am
The camera panned the office. Pam was playing a game of FreeCell. Stanley and Phyllis were making sales calls. Angela was sending a fax. Meredith was cleaning off her desk of an unknown liquid. Creed was working on his blog. Jim and Dwight were in the mist of an intense staring contest. Kevin, Andy and Oscar were watching.
Kevin was leaning on the copier, "He's gonna crack… any second now." He couldn't believe that he was holding his breath.
Oscar shook his head, "C'mon, Kevin. Dwight is too intense to give up that easily."
Andy scoffed, "I could totally take him."
Kevin and Oscar rolled their eyes saying simultaneously, "We know."
Andy folded his arms, "Tuna has this on lock. He's totally gonna kill him… with his eyes."
Kevin perked up, "You wanna make it interesting?" He dug in his pocket for his wallet when Oscar stopped him.
"Are you serious? You just had to borrow money from me yesterday." Oscar looked down at Kevin's wallet, wondering what happened to his money.
Kevin nodded and put his wallet back in his pocket, "Thanks, man."
Back at the staring showdown, Dwight was starting to twitch profusely. He was starting to make a clicking sound with his tongue, trying to concentrate on that clicking instead of his eyes. "You are going down, Halpert."
Jim shrugged, "Only thing that's going down are your eyelids." He smiled smugly at the camera, and continued to keep his vacant expression towards Dwight.
Dwight scoffed, "I will be victorious. That is a promise."
"That you can't keep." Jim shook his head, clicking his tongue offbeat with Dwight's clicking, trying to make him lose count.
As predicted, Jim's efforts were victorious. Dwight blinked after five minutes and twenty-two seconds. In rage, Dwight banged on his desk, "Dammit, Jim."
Jim shrugged, "Told ya. Now would you please had my pencil?" Jim had his hand out and Dwight reluctantly gave back his pencil that fell near his desk.
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"My pencil fell near Dwight's desk." Jim shrugged, "He refused to give it to me and started to stare at me. Hence, a staring contest commenced." He chuckled, "I know I shouldn't encourage him, but it's just too easy."
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As Jim looked over at reception to see Pam's smile at his victory, Andy walked in his view, "Good job, Tuna. I knew you could do it."
Jim played clueless, "Do…what?" He smirked at the camera.
Andy chuckled, "C'mon… you know? Kick Dwight's ass at staring. He sucks at everything."
Dwight quipped up, "No everything."
Jim raised his hand in an agreement gesture, "Guy's gotta point."
Dwight nodded, "Hell yeah."
Andy scoffed, "What happened to you, Tuna? You used to be cool."
Jim mocked hurt, "That was harsh."
Pam intervened, "Andy, someone named… um… Darlene Lumpkin… yeah… she's calling for you."
Andy pumped his fist in the air, "Alright." He skipped over to his desk and picking up his phone, "Hello, darlin'"
Jim mouthed the name 'Lumpkin' to Pam, who shrugged and giggled.
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"Yeah, I met her in my A.A. meeting. We're not usually supposed to date other members because of temptation. But how can you say 'No' to the best group in the world?!" He smiled starting to sang in a high falsetto voice, "Ho whoa oh, Just my imagination… once again… running away with me…. OH!…"
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At that moment, Michael left out of his office and walked up to reception, "Hey Pam?" Pam looked up and smiled. "Um… I have to go the warehouse for a few reams. Need anything?"
Pam looked perplexed, "No… Michael. Thanks, though." She turned back to her intense game of FreeCell, with only two rolls left.
Michael nodded and drummed his fingers on her desk. Before he spoke again, Pam picked up the phone that didn't ring, "Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam." Michael shrugged and walked out. Pam hung up immediately after.
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As Michael walked down the stairs to the warehouse, he spotted Darryl conversing with one of the warehouse workers. He made his way down, trying to be undetected. The last thing he wanted was a run-in with Darryl. The last time he did, he got lectured for the fourth time about safety in the warehouse. He didn't get it, the warehouse was just as safe as the office, if not more so.
Without being noticed, Michael walked down the aisle to where the type of paper he needed was located. Good ol' off-white typing paper with a latex blend. The best kind of paper there was. As he tried to grab a box and go, he heard Darryl stop speaking to the worker and move closer to where he was. Being terrified to be discovered, he pulled the box of reams hard, but it was stuck on something.
Little did he know, Madge, a fellow warehouse worker was on the other side of the aisle to Michael, on a ladder trying to get down some manila file folders from the second shelf, which was about seven feet above the ground. She was leaning against the shelf for support when she felt jerking coming from the bottom. She couldn't see where the source of the struggle was coming from, but she was too high to react. She tried to get back on the ladder, when the ladder fell over as she fell back over herself, landing on the pile of boxes behind her. She felt something fall behind the boxes on the other side, but couldn't be sure. As she collected herself, she heard noises coming from below, "Oh damn!"
Michael was trying to pull the box from the shelf when he heard a tumbling coming from above. He couldn't see where the source of the sound came from, but when he looked up, he saw a box falling straight over his head. He didn't have time to react and when he came in contact with the large box, all he could see was stars and feel the beginning of a large lump on the top of his head. In the distance, he heard the voice of Darryl coming closer screaming, "Oh damn!" Slowly everything turned to black.
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More to come. In the next chapter, everyone is alerted to the incident in the warehouse and Dwight and Angela have a little fight. Also, Darryl goes more in depth about his problem.
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