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A/N: Okay… I have some time on my hands, finally, so I can write a few chapters. I will try to have a few chapters released at once. I know… way awesome. You're welcome. Also, if you guys could review each chapter that would be even more awesome. Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad everyone likes it so far and I hope you enjoy the rest. Enough with that, back to your regularly scheduled program…

9:38 am

The camera panned the office. Everything seemed normal as the workday progressed. The usual sounds of phones ringing and copies being made could be heard. Business as usual. That all stopped when the door burst open with Darryl carrying a limp Michael Scott over his shoulder.

Darryl placed Michael on the couch, "Damn he's heavy. He don't even look that big."

Pam rushed from around her desk, "Oh my God, what happened?" She reached Michael and started searching for the source of the injury, "Where's he hurt?" She looked frightened at Darryl, "What happened?"

Darryl shrugged, "He was messin' around and got knock on the head." He touched the top of Michael head, "Yep, a knot's already started. That's what he gets for acting stupid. I told that fool –

Darryl was cut off when Dwight pushed him aside, "Dear God, Michael!" He looked around at his body, checking his vitals. He checked his waist for a pulse, "He's still breathing."

Darryl smacked his lips, " 'Course he's still alive. Do you think I'd bring him up here and mess up my back for that fool if he was dead?" He folded his arms and headed to the annex.

Pam ran over to her desk, "I'm calling an ambulance. He probably has a concussion." She proceeded to dial when someone's finger hit the receiver.

She looked up to find Jim, "Don' be so haste to call an ambulance." She looked at pleadingly.

Pam looked confused, "Why shouldn't I –

Jim shrugged, "Maybe his personality changed like Dwight's did."

Pam started to chuckle, "Well… I do need a raise. Maybe –

Just then, Michael began to stir. "What the hell –

Dwight shushed him, "Don't try to speak, Michael. If you can understand me, blink once. If you're in pain, blink twice. If you –

Michael interrupted, "Would someone get this freak away from me!" He tried to sit up more on the couch, "How did I get here? I was in the warehouse… where am I?"

Dwight was pushed aside by Pam, "You're in the office, Michael. Darryl brought you up here." She looked over at Jim, "Maybe you should call an ambulance."

Michael shook his head, "No. I'm fine. I don't need to go the hospital. I'm totally fine." He tried to get up, "I'm completely cool, man." He stood up but fell into Pam's arms.

Pam caught Michael and looked around for help, "Could… someone…"

Jim came right over and threw Michael arm over his shoulder. "Pam, open up the conference room door. He needs to lay down."

Pam ran over to the conference room door and opened it, "Angela, get the first aid kit."

Angela nodded curtly and walked over to the kitchen when Dwight beat her there. He grabbed the kit before she did and started toward the conference room. Angela grabbed his elbow, "What do you think you're doing? I'm safety coordinator. This is my job."

Dwight looked annoyed, "But it's my job as Assistant to the Regional Manager to help the boss, and I think if he's had a severe head injury, that this is when I'm needed most."

Angela put her foot down, "No, this is my responsibility that anyone is injured, I'm to take care of them. That's my job." She snatched the kit back.

Dwight looked down at her and a snide smile creeped on his face, "I haven't seen this worked up in a while." He puffed out his chest a bit and walked closer to Angela, who had a small smirk on her face.

They both became closer and Angela started to quiver, "Oh, Dwight." She turned to the door that led to the office and caught sight of the cameras, "Not here." She took the kit and walked back into the office.

As she left, Dwight flicked the lapels of his jacket and walked out the kitchen more manly than when he walked in.

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Dwight was pushing the couch into the conference room, Jim leaned Michael on the wall, propping him up. Pam had gathered some blankets that said, 'HAPPY HOLIDAYS, 2001!' from the hall closet.

As Dwight positioned the couch in the back of the room, Jim placed Michael there. Pam put some blankets behind his head and under his feet, "They always say keep the feet elevated.'

Dwight shook his head, "No, he needs his head elevated. That's where the injury is."

Jim shook his head, "I'm pretty sure it's the feet."

Angela piped up, "It's the head. He needs the blood to leave his head."

Toby interrupted, "No, it said you have to elevate the feet. I checked."

Dwight gave him a once-over, "Checked where?"

Toby shrugged, "Web-Med."

Everyone agreed that the solution was to elevate his feet, including Dwight. As Pam placed the remainder blankets on Michael's lap, Michael began to stir again. "What's going on?" He rubbed his head. "Ow, that's gonna leave a mark." He started to chuckle, "What are you guys doing?" He looked over at Pam and Dwight. He smacked his lips, "I distinctly remember to ask someone to get rid of this creep away from me." He pushed Dwight away, "Get away from me!"

Dwight was startled by his force, but shook it off. "He doesn't know what he's saying."

Jim quipped, "I'm pretty sure he knows what he's saying."

Dwight hissed back, "Zip your lid." He pushed him aside and went to get Michael a glass of water.

Pam looked over at Michael intently, "Michael, can you understand me?"

Michael nods, "Yeah, a little. You sound kinda distant, though."

Pam, who had been very close to Michael for a while, looked worried. "Michael, do you know where you are?"

Michael rubbed his head, "Yeah… I'm in the… um… conference room, right?"

Pam nodded, "Okay, do you know who I am?"

Michael nodded, "Yeah, you're Pam."

Pam nodded smiling, "Good. Now, Michael –

Michael interrupted, "What happened to me? I just remember being the warehouse… did I fall?"

Dwight shook his head, "Something fell on your head. Some box from a shelf." He handed him a glass of water, "Here, drink this."

Michael took it and started to drink. He whipped his mouth with his hand, "I'm hungry. Could someone get me a hot dog or some corned beef hash? I really want some corned beef hash."

"On it." Dwight left the room in a hurry to find corned beef hash.

Jim stood next to Pam, "He still looks a little out of it. I'll ask him something he should know." He stooped down next to Michael, "Michael, can you tell me what happened on 'Grey's Anatomy' last night?"

Pam looked at Jim with amusement, "Jim, I really don't think –

Michael interrupted, "Well… Izzie and George are still on the rocks because their sex is bad… I mean bad. And Meredith is all weird around McDreamy because she wants him to herself but she doesn't want to be with him. And McDreamy kissed that hot nurse, but –

Pam stopped him, "Okay, okay. We get the point."

Michael smacked his lips, "But I didn't even tell you about George's mother coming to the hospital… and if you thought she knew about George and Callie's separation… think again."

Jim rolled his eyes, "Okay, Michael. Now, are you in any extreme pain or anything?"

Michael shook his head, "No, not really. Just wish Dwight would hurry up with that corned beef hash. I got a nasty hankering." He started to rub his stomach, "Is he gonna come back soon?"

Jim walked over to Michael, "Yeah, buddy. He'll back back. You just rest, okay?" He put a gentle hand on Michael's shoulder.

Michael jerked shouting, "You'll start your day with a twist!" He had a trance-like expression on his face that quickly left. Shaking his head, "Has Dwight come back yet?"

Jim looked at Michael confused, "Um… Michael… what did you say?"

Michael looked just as confused, "What are you talking about? I've been asking about corned beef hash for like forever… doy!"

Pam looked worried, "Michael… you said something else… what did you say?" She touched Michael's hand.

Michael got the same trance-like expression on his face, "You'll take a long trip!" After a few seconds, he jerked again and seemed normal.

Jim and Pam both stepped away from Michael cautiously. Jim whispered into Pam's ear, "Maybe you should call the ambulance, now."

Pam nodded and started to turn around when a voice came from the door, "Isn't it obvious?"

Both Jim and Pam turned around to reveal Creed standing in the doorway. Jim inquired, "Is what obvious?"

Creed shrugged, "Michael… he's telling the future. I could peg out that look anywhere. Happened to my friend, Leroy, in WWII. He got hit by this missal and had visions from than on."

Jim and Pam looked onto Creed speechlessly. Pam quipped, "He had visions?"

Jim piped up, "You were in World War II?"

Michael questioned, "You had a friend?" Creed shrugged and nodded at Michael's question.

Stanley and Oscar walked into the conference room. Oscar came up to Jim, "Is he alright?"

Jim shrugged, "Depends on how you define 'alright'.

Oscar sighed, "Does he know who and where he is?" Jim nodded. Oscar shook his head, "He has to stop with these accidents. He's gonna be a liability if he doesn't. We don't need that. We already have Creed." Creed simply nodded.

Stanley sighed exasperatedly, "Is he gonna be a nuisance again like when he grilled his foot? I don't need that again. I had take twice the amount of blood pressure medication that week. I'm still trying to recover."

Michael shouted, "Don't go into the warehouse, Stanley. Whatever you do, don't go into the warehouse."

Everyone turned to Michael, who had that same expression on his face. Stanley came closer, "What the hell is wrong with him now?"

Pam shrugged, "I don't know."

Creed smacked his lips, "I just told you… he can see the future. Michael has been chosen to be a prophet to carry the news. Just like my friend, Leroy."

Jim looked over to Creed amused, "Whatever came of your… friend?"

Creed shrugged, "Last I heard, he started this cult in the Ozarks." He scratched his chin, "I think he's called 'Mother Sha- Boo- Boo' now."

Stanley shook his head, "That does it. I'm going back to my desk." He stormed off and sat back at his desk, starting a new crossword puzzle.

Oscar walked up to Jim, "Have you called an ambulance, yet?"

Michael shouted, "I don't need no stinkin' ambulance!" He got the same expression again, "I can't get on a ambulance! I just can't!" He started to jerk again, more uncontrollable than before.

Jim came over and tried to come him down, "Calm down, Michael! Calm down. We won't call the ambulance."

Michael finally grasped some composure, "Okay, thanks. If I did, I would be killed. There's gonna be a fire at the hospital."

Jim looked down at Michael, "What are you talking about? There's no fire at the hospital."

Michael nodded vigorously, "Oh yes there is! Mark my words!" He started to stand up and headed out to his office. "I need to make some calls. I have to warn people!" Michael started to quicken his pace into his office.

Jim tried to catch up to stop him, "Michael, wait –

At that moment, Jim tripped over Oscar foot and twisted his ankle. "Ow!" He fell like a ton of brick and landed on a chair. "My ankle!"

Pam rushed over to his aid, "Oh my God, Jim!" She touched his ankle, which caused Jim to flinch. "It's already starting to swell. Oscar, grab Angela and tell her to get an ice pack, quick."

Oscar nodded and ran to find Angela. Creed folded his arms and nodded, "Told ya so. Michael has the gift. He can see the future."

Pam shook his head, "It was just a fluke. He can't possibly –

At that moment, Dwight ran into the office. "I just heard on the radio that there's a huge fire at the hospital. One of the labs caught fire and the whole hospital has been evacuated."

Andy quipped up, "Where did you hear that?" He folded his arms looking suspicious.

Dwight thumbed behind him, "I heard on the radio driving back from the diner. It's all over the news."

Kevin turned up the radio on his desk. The radio commentator spoke, "That's right, Mark. The Lackawanna County Hospital has been evacuated due to a large fire caused by a laboratory incident. Witnesses say that the fire started only moments ago. No one has any serious injuries. Only a few third degree burns were found on biologists and chemists who were located in the labs. All patients were transported safely. The fire didn't increase to mass destruction until after that side of the wing was evacuated. That's the latest here at the Lackawanna County Hospital. Back to you, Mark."

The disc jockey continued, "Well… at least the victims don't have to travel far to be treated. Now, for your listening pleasure, here's a song for the mood on Rock 1…0…7…" The beginning chords of "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel, blasted through the speakers. Kevin started bobbing his head to the song.

Oscar along with everyone else stared at Michael office. Creed walked out of the conference room. Oscar turned to him, "You were right."

Creed looked confused, "Right about what?"

Pam shouted from the conference room, "You were right about Michael."

Creed looked surprised, "Really, I was just putting words together." He shrugged and went back to his desk.

At that moment, Michael came out of his office wearing his Karnack turban. "I can see… into… THE FUTURE!!!" He proceeded to stretch his arms and made an omniscient awing to himself, "Ahhhh!!!"

Jim whispered to Pam, "I thought you hid that from him."

Pam shrugged, "I did." They both looked at each other with worried expressions.

Stanley rolled his eyes, "Oh dear Lord."

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More to come. In the next chapter, we find out where Darryl went and more predictions are revealed.

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