A/N: I don't own NBC, the Office, or anything in this fan fiction. I do own the fictional character Andrew Johnson, though, so…in your face Greg Daniels.
"Alright, listen up my Dunder Minflin-ites," Michael announced. "Today we have someone new joining us. His name is Andrew, and he's our temp version 2.0."
Andrew was standing next to Michael. He was about three inches taller then him and had dark brown hair that hung down in front of his eyes. He wore a long-sleeve button down shirt and a striped tie. He was carrying a jacket and a black bag which had the name Andrew Johnson written on it in gold lettering.
"Yo," yelled Andy. "Same name! Sweeeeet!"
"So, Andrew, anything you'd like to say to your fellow workers before you join the rat race?" Michael asked him.
"Uh, just that I'm looking forward to working with you all," Andrew told everybody. "So, where do I sit?"
"Right there," Michael pointed to a desk. "You know, Jim had an ex-girlfriend, Karen, who used to sit right over there. She is now regional manager of the Utica branch, was pretty hot, and had one hell of a body!"
Jim gave the camera his Jim face as Michael laughed. He pointed to Jim and added, "Jim is that one. Yup, Jim Halpert, Jimbo, Fat Halpert, Jimmy boy...my number two."
"Yeah, I know who he is," Andrew replied.
"You do?" asked Jim. "We've met? Sorry, I don't remember…"
"Oh, never mind."
"Let me introduce you to the rest of the office," Michael said. "Let's start at reception…This is Pam Beesley, she is the office hottie. Nope, no, she is a valued member of our work place. Office's best body, too…"
"Michael, I really don't want to hear this," said Andrew.
"Oh, okay, you got a girlfriend?" asked Michael.
"No, it's just not information I need to hear," replied Andrew. "So, can you finish showing me around?"
"Sure, abso-fruitly!" Michael laughed at his made up word. "So this is Jim, I told you about his ex-girlfriend. Now he's dating Pam, the receptionist. And this is Dwight Schrute, the…"
"Dwight Schrute, two times Salesman of the Year award winner, practitioner of karate, ranked purple belt, and I'm a beet farmer with my cousin, Mose. Also, I am better than Jim Halpert in every imaginable way." Dwight interrupted Michael.
"Well I was gonna' say the office kiss ass, but…" Michael snorted with laughter. "Anyways, moving on!"
Fifteen minutes later, Andrew had his things put in his desk and was signing into his work computer. He was sitting at a desk facing Dwight and cornered to Jim. He had a few pictures on his desk, as well as a certificate for something. He had a pencil cup that was filled with pens and pencils.
"Question, do you think your productivity at this company will be better than mine?" Dwight asked Andrew with a sneer. Dwight leaned forward and stared hard at him. "Fact, you won't be. I will crush you. You will shudder with fear under the immense power of me. You will…"
"Dwight, don't scare the temp," Jim told him. "Hey, I'm Jim" He stuck his hand out, but Andrew ignored him and wrote something down on a pad of paper.
Jim frowned and walked over to Pam's desk. He reached into the box of jelly beans and pulled out a black one.
"Ugh," Jim stuck out his tongue. "I hate the black ones."
He threw it at Dwight's head, and it hit him in the forehead. Dwight jumped up from his chair.
"I gotta' tell you something about the new temp," Jim told Pam over Dwight's screams. "He seems familiar for some reason, but that might just be my withered old mind. He seems to know me, but he won't admit it. And he was ignoring me and Dwight. Well, the ignoring Dwight part is normal, but c'mon. Me? That's messed up."
"Well, that last part was you're oversized ego," Pam giggled. "But when Andrew said 'I know him'—him meaning you—that was kind of weird. Plus, he didn't say how he knew you."
"Exactly," said Jim. "Eww, another black one."
"So," Pam started. "What are you going to do about this?"
"Uhh, I dunno'…" said Jim. "Maybe see how it goes tomorrow?"
"So, are you looking to the future or just being lazy?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow." Jim smiled and walked to the break room.
The rest of the day dragged on slowly, and Andrew continued ignoring Jim's questions except for one answer, "Can you please be quiet, I'm trying to work here."
Finally 5:00 rolled around and everyone started packing up their things. Michael, Jim, Pam, Dwight, and Andrew were the only ones still in the office at 5:20. Jim and Pam headed it out, followed by Andrew. Ten minutes later Michael and Dwight headed out.
"So," Jim asked Pam. "What do you want for dinner?"
"Sorry, Jim. I've got a bad headache. Can you just drop me off at home?"
Jim sighed. "Well, there goes my plan to take you out to an expensive five-star restaurant. But, if you'd rather microwave yourself some leftover chicken, be my guest."
"By expensive five-star restaurant you mean the local pizza joint?" Pam laughed. She thanked him for the ride and headed into her apartment building.
Jim drove home quietly. When he got there, he grabbed his messenger bag and headed in. About twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. He put down his sandwich and went to answer.
He looked through the window, and saw someone he never expected to see at his door.
Andrew Johnson.
A/N: There's the first chapter of my first non-comedy story. Don't worry, the action will pick up soon. Please review; it'll make me the happiest guy alive. Well, not really, but I'd appreciate it. Thank you, come again!