Hey guys! I am a big fan of The Office, as you obviously are, and I have been wanting to do this for a while! This is my first story, so it may not be the best, but enjoy!
"Oh my freaking god!" Michael runs out of his office, through the bullpen, and is into the kitchen by the time the thunder booms. He jumps and scurries into the bathroom. The woman's bathroom. Pam sighs and looks at the camera.
"Michael is terrified of storms." Pam interviews. "He's convinced he's going to be killed by a lightning bolt someday. That's kind of my fault. I told him about the statistics."
The camera works its way into the women's room. It finally finds Michael crouching in the handicapped stall with his hands over his head. He looks up and realizes he's being watched. "Pam told me that one person in a hundred million will get hit by lightning. Well… I am one in a hundred million. And those storms seek me out. And someday they will succeed. It will be Judgment Day. I am John Connor, and lightning is the Terminators. That's why it's called Skynet." Michael whispers, his head held low I in front of the conference room's window. Lightning lights up the sky, and a second later thunder booms. Michael falls down and hides under his chair.
The storm continues, and Pam looks at Jim. And looks some more. Finally he groans and meets her eyes. She gestures her head at Michael's office, where he can just be seen under his desk. Jim rolls his eyes, but gets up and opens the door. "Hey, Michael. Um are you-"
"No, Jim, don't say my name! I need to hide!"
Jim makes a face at the camera. "Well, there's actually a better idea of where to hide from an electrical storm than under your… metal desk."
Michael pokes his eyes up from the opposite side of his desk. "Really?"
Jim smiles and gestures through the door while answering, "Yeah. Come on."
Oscar and Kevin are looking at something in the middle of the floor, which Angela is pointedly ignoring.
"That looks so cool. Why can't we do that?" Kevin whines. The camera rotates and looks down to see an enormous pile of blankets on the floor. It moves a bit a Michael's voice, incredibly muffled, asks out from the bottom, "Are you sure this will work, Jim?"
Jim, sitting next to the pile of quilts, adds another blanket to the top of the pile. "Yes, lightning cannot touch you there. It will never know." He says soothingly, but obviously trying not to crack up. "It's a very good thing the office gets so cold sometimes."
Suddenly Dwight walks out of the kitchen. He halts and looks wary when he sees the heap. "Okay, what is going on here? Where is Michael? Jim!"
"Um…"
"Hey, it's really hot down here. Can someone grab me a soda? And maybe some chips?" Michael suddenly peeps from the bottom of his storm shield.
Dwight suddenly looks horrified. "Oh my god, Michael! Are you suffocating?" He dives for the blankets, falling on top of it while trying to yank his boss out.
"Dwight, no! No- Damn it!" Michael stands up and shakes a concerned Dwight off. He tries to smooth down his ruffled suit and hair, and happens to look out a window. "Hey, guys! The storm's over!"
Well you people know the drill! Please review!