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A/N: Like I said, I'm gonna try to post as many as I can because I have so many stories in my noodle that are screaming to come out. I also have a few one-shots that I'm gonna post probably next week. Okay… back to the show…
10:45 am
The camera panned the office. Pam was leaning on Jim's desk, making sure his swelling stopped on his ankle. Angela was collecting the contents of the first aid kit. Stanley was working on his second crossword puzzle. The camera panned Michael's office, where there was a line consisting of Kevin, Andy, Meredith and Kelly. Dwight was sitting next to Michael, who was wearing his turban.
Dwight beckoned Kevin to come closer to Michael, "You may come nearer." He pointed to the ground, "You may kneel."
Kevin looked offended, "I am not kneeling."
Dwight waved him off, "No kneeling, no predicting. Next!"
Kevin panicked, "NO, please! I needto know what the numbers for tonight's game is. My life is riding on this. My life."
Both Dwight and Michael looked taken aback by Kevin's outburst. Meredith shook her head. Kelly looked concerned. Andy put his hand on Kevin's shoulder, "If you need some muscle, I got your back, man."
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Kevin shifted his eyes a bit; "I kinda pissed off my bookie last week." He looked panicked; "I told him that I'd have the money for him by next month so… I have to have twenty grand by the end of the month so… yeah, I'm pretty much screwed without that dough, you know?"
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Dwight shook his head, "Michael's talent will not be used for mere lottery gobbledygook. He has been given a gift, a gift that will be cherished. And I'm the one to protect it."
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"Am I jealous that Michael was the one to be the carrier of the knowledge that lies ahead?" Dwight sat up straighter while his voice became more stern, "Am I envious of Michael that he has the gift that I have been wishing for since I was a mere boy in the fields of Schrute farms picking beets from dawn to well after midnight." His voice even more stern, "Am I?" He was noticeably upset, "No, not at all."
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Kevin looked more pleadingly, "I don't need the big winnings, just the enough for –
Meredith shouted, "Hey, we all want our fortunes told, okay?" She started to scratch the back of her neck; "Miss Cleo put me on hold for like twenty minutes."
Kelly gushed, "Ohmigosh! I love . She is so awesome. I remember this one time –
Dwight interrupted, "Have you been using company phones for personal calls to call a fake fortune teller?"
Meredith shifted her eyes, "Um… no?"
Kelly folded her arms, "Miss Cleo is totally not fake. She is so real. She predicted that me and R- … um … well… she predicted a lot of stuff." Kelly started to shift her eyes as well.
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"I've been trying to not say R-Y-A-N as much as humanly possible. I heard on Oprah that to get over a broken heart, the best thing to do is to try your best to remove that person from every part of your life." She fidgeted in her seat, "So when I said it earlier just now, that didn't count, right?"
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Andy nodded, "I've used Miss Cleo a few times myself. She was the one that made me decide to transfer here in the first place."
Dwight shook his head, "That there alone should be more than enough reason for you to notbelieve a word that impostor says."
Meredith, Kevin and Kelly nodded in agreement. Andy nodded as well after thinking a bit about his statement.
Dwight continued, "Now, if you diverted your attention to Michael –
At that moment, Michael began to do his usual trance-like expression. Then, he started to speak in tongues, jerking in his chair. Everyone looked on with fear and expectation. Finally, Michael ceased, closing his eyes and began to hum, "Hmmmm, come closer, friend." Dwight beckoned Kevin to come closer. Michael than spat out, "What you seek, you will find."
Kevin looked excited, "So...I'll win the lottery?"
Michael closed his eyes again, "What you seek, you will find."
Kevin looked confused, "But what does that mean? I seek for a lot. What will I get?"
Michael started to hum again. In between hums he uttered, "Leave me in peace."
Dwight started to shoo the others away, "You heard him, you leeches! Give the man some space. Don't you see he's weak and tired?!"
Andy scoffed, "It looks like he's sleeping."
The camera panned to Michael to reveal that he indeed was sleeping and apparently drooling at the mouth. His turban had bent over his eyes, leaning far over. Kelly scoffed, "Gross."
All of them began to filter out of Michael's office. Kelly walked up to Pam, "Hey." She looked over at Jim and his ankle, "Ohmigosh, Jim. Your ankle looks so gross and purple."
Jim nodded, "Thanks, Kel."
Kelly breathed, "Does it hurt? It looks like it hurts. Does it hurt?"
Jim shook his head, "Not too much anymore. Angela did a good job with the bandaging. I'll have to go the doctor or I guess the clinic now since the hospital caught fire."
Kelly shook her head, "You are so brave, Jim. I swear to God, if I sprained my ankle, I would have just puked my guts. With all the blood and bruises, and the pain must have been agonizing -
Pam interrupted, "Um... Kelly, how's your birthday planning going? Isn't it next week?"
Kelly jumped up giggling, "Ohmigosh! My birthday is gonna be so awesome. I have like this amazing new dress for it. I can't wait. I have a picture of it if you want to see it."
Pam looked over reluctantly at Jim. Jim gave her pleading eyes. Pam finally nodded, "Sure. Let's see."
As Kelly turned around toward the annex, Pam mouthed to Jim, "You owe me."Jim shrugged and mouthed, "Thank you."
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"It's not that I don't like Kelly." Jim shook his head, trying to be convincing. "It's just... she can be a little..."
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"It's not that Kelly isn't a sweet person." Pam shook her head, trying to sound convincing. "It's just... she can be a little..."
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As Pam and Kelly walked back to the annex, Dwight came out of Michael's office. Dwight walked past Jim and hit his chair pretty hard. Jim yelled in pain, "Ow! Watch where you're going."
Dwight simply shrugged and continued to look something up on the computer. Jim watched Dwight with a light of humor, "This is really bugging you, isn't it?"
Dwight scoffed, "Don't be absurd, Jim. Why would I be jealous of Michael?"
Jim looked at the camera and gave a mocking expression, "Who said anything about Michael?"
Dwight gave Jim a stern glare, "You just..." Failing to find a response, "Just shut up, Jim."
Jim nodded and gave the camera an accomplished smile, "That's what I thought."
In the annex, Kelly led Pam to her desk, where there was a picture of a hot pink dress hung on the desk lamp. Kelly ran over giggling, "Here it is." She showed it to Pam, who's eyes nearly popped out from the brightness of the hue. "Isn't it amazing?"
Pam nodded, "Yeah... it is definitely... something." She looked over at Kelly, who looked so excited to show her outfit. Pam smiled, "You'll look amazing it, Kelly."
Kelly gushed, "I know, right?" She snatched back the picture and admired it, "Darryl is so gonna die when he sees me in this. He'll totally want to ravish me, for sure."
Pam giggled at Kelly use of the word, 'ravish'. It sounded so funny coming from her lips. Shaking the thought away, she quipped, "So... um... what do you have planned for the special day?"
Kelly giggled, "Ohmigosh, I am having this party at my place. It is gonna be so rad. You and Jim are invited of course, but um... if his ankle feels better, maybe than he can dance. Anyway, there's gonna be plenty of fun music and fun food and -
Pam looked amused, "Fun food?"
Kelly rolled her eyes, "Fun food... you know? Like tacos and corn dogs and pretty much anything that is awesome. God Pam, you need to get out more."
Pam raised her eyebrows, "Obviously." She rolled her eyes, "So... um... where'd did you find the dress?"
Kelly squealed again, "Ohmigosh, I found it at this awesome boutique at the mall. It looks exactly like this amazing dress LiLo wore to this Sports Illustrated premier party. She has the best taste in clothes. Too bad about the whole stint in rehab though. But she wore this insanely awesome hoodie from Fred Segal when she went into rehab. I found it on sale like a week later."
Pam continued to nod, afraid to make any sudden movements. Her initial thought was to run back to her desk and do her job or anything else, but she looked at Kelly, who seemed so excited to spill her plans about her 'way cool party', she couldn't move. "That's sounds great, Kel. Hey ... um... I kinda need to get back to work, but it was great talking to you and um... I have to go back to work..."
Kelly stopped her, "Pam, I need your advice!" She looked at Pam pleadingly.
Pam exhaled, "Okay... what do you need?"
Kelly exhaled relieved sitting in her chair and offered Pam to sit next to her, "Thank God. Okay, look. Darryl wants to get me something special for my birthday. He wants me to tell him so he can go and get it. I'm not sure that I want to though. What should I do?"
Pam sat down, looking confused, "I don't see any problem. Just tell him what you want."
Kelly bit her lip, "Well... the thing is... no one has ever asked me what I wanted before. You know... other than my parents or family."
Pam looked surprised, "Really? So Ryan -
Kelly shushed Pam, "We don't speak of his name." She looked completely stern at Pam.
Pam looked apologetic, "Oh... well... 'he' never asked you what you wanted before?"
Kelly shook her head, "No. He always just bought me something. Most of the time though, it was something that I didn't want or need. A lot of the time, it was just stuff he picked up for a Rid-Aid or something. Like this one year, he got me an umbrella and it didn't even work. I don't know... it's just sometimes I wondered if he even cared about me at all." Kelly seemed to have fallen from her usual peppy self to a more sullen version of herself.
Pam was taken aback by Kelly's blunt observation, "Um... well... you're with someone who cares what you want, right?" She put a comforting hand on Kelly's shoulder, relating to her on a whole new level.
Kelly shrugged, "Yeah... I suppose. Well... that's why I went to go see Michael. Maybe he would see if everything turned out okay."
Pam nodded, "Don't worry. Everything will turn out great." She gave Kelly an assuring smile.
Kelly quickly shifted from sullen to giddy again, "Okay. So... what should I ask for?" She pulled out a small memo pad filled with little notes from her desk drawer. "I don't want anything too expensive, but why shouldn't I? I'm totally worth it, right?" She giggled as she began to list all the possible options. "Okay, so I saw the insanely cute necklace at 'Links'. It had this really cute charm..."
Pam continued to nod and smile, in fear that if she let slip her wish to depart, Kelly would become sullen again.
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In the break room, Darryl was trying to select a soda from the vending machine. As he was trying to decide with either the Cola or the Cream Soda, Kevin walked in. Darryl was relieved that someone came in so he could ask for some advice, "What up, Kev."
Kevin gave him a head nod, "What's going on, man." He walked over and gave Darryl a fist bump.
Darryl turned back to his dilemma, "Nuthin' much, son." As he made his selection, Cream Soda, he sat down next Kevin, who was taking an early lunch. "So Kevin, could I ask you a question, man."
Kevin nodded, "What's up?" He started munching on a large bag of chips.
Darryl cleared his throat, "It's about... um... Kelly." He scratched the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed.
Kevin nodded, "Nice."
Darryl rolled his eyes, "Anyway... um... Kelly's birthday is next week and she -
Kevin nodded, "That's all that chick's been talking about for over a month. All she talks about is her party dress and how excited she is.." Darryl started to look upset while Kevin continued, "And she's just yaks, yaks, yaks all day long -
Darryl spat, "She can be happy about her birthday, fool. It is her birthday!" Darryl started to get up when Kevin stopped him.
"Sorry, man... I don't know what came over me... I'm just really stressed out." Kevin started to wipe his brow from perspiring.
Darryl looked concerned, "Everything alright, man. You looked all shaky and shit."
Kevin shook his head, "I'm in trouble, dude. I owe my bookie like twenty grand in two weeks." He started to shift his eyes, "I can't hide it from Stacey anymore. And the stress is starting to effect my music. The band tried to put me in counseling, but I have to pay off my bookie so I can fully be finished with that world."
Darryl rubbed his chin, "I think I can help you with your problem."
Kevin nearly choked on a chip, "Really? You can help me?"
Darryl shook his head, "Well... I can't help you, but I think I know someone who can. He's a good friend of mine. I'll give him a call. Just... um... can you give up a couple a evenings, maybe a week's worth."
Kevin nodded, "Definitely. So... um... what exactly would I be doing?"
Darryl shrugged, "I don't know... maybe transport a few guns here or there. You seem big enough. They may even ask you to go on a couple of hits."
Kevin wide eyed, "Who's your friend?"
Darryl shrugged, "Oh, his one of the wise guys for an outfit in New York. You may have to work for them though for a few weeks... I'm not sure. Want me to call?"
"NO!" Kevin shook his head vigorously, "Um... I'll figure something out."
Darryl nodded, "Yeah, I understand. But if you change your mind -
Kevin shook his head standing up to leave, "I'm pretty sure I've made up my mind."
Darryl shrugged, "If you say so, I'm just saying. Carry a couple of guns, whack a few hits, BAM! twenty grand cash money, man. All they ask is if you do something for them, they reciprocate."
Kevin nodded before walking out, "I'm pretty sure my mind is made up. Thanks, but no thanks." He turned to leave when Darryl stopped him.
"Hey, could you at least help me with my problem?" He looked over at Kevin nervously.
Kevin shrugged, "With Kelly... I think that whatever you get should be pink. She seems to like that color." He nodded and walked out the door.
Darryl smacked his lips, "I already knew that."
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As Pam came back from the annex, she bumped Jim's chair on her way to her desk. Jim yelped, "Ow!"
Pam shrugged, "You'll get over it." She looked at him sternly.
Jim looked at her and shook his head. He opened up a IM window and started typing.
JHALPERT: what's wrong?
PBEESLY: what do you think? Kelly talked my ear off for like... twenty minutes. I thought I'd give you a little taste of my pain.
JHALPERT: I'm sorry.
PBEESLY: you owe me.
JHALPERT: bag of chips?
PBEESLY: French onion?
JHALPERT: obviously.
PBEESLY: don't try to get up. Just give me the money.
JHALPERT: no need.
PBEESLEY: is it customary for you to carry bags of French onion chips in your bag?
JHALPERT: it is when it's my girlfriend's favorite.
PBEESLY: thank you.
JHALPERT: you're welcome.
PBEESLY: XOXO.
JHALPERT: XOXO?
PBEESLY: sorry... Kelly rubbed off.
JHALPERT: that's what she said.
PBEESLY: haha. Gross.
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Dwight went into Michael's office, where Michael was sitting on his desk, sitting Indian-style in deep concentration. Dwight looked at him in awe, "Are you contacting higher intellectual beings?"
Michael opened his eyes and silenced him. He spoke in a strange, dreamlike monotone, "I'm in deep meditation. I'm trying to channel to the past to find out the future."
Dwight came closer, "Michael, please tell me what you see. I need to know."
Michael spoke in the same monotone, "All in good time, my son. All in good time."
Dwight urged, "Please, 'Oh Gifted One', please. I need to know."
Michael uttered, "One must look beyond one's needs and wants. Let what happen happen."
Dwight scoffed, "That makes no sense." He stormed off and sat back at his desk.
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Michael adjusted his turban, "I have been chosen by the powers that be to be the prophet of the eternal knowledge of the future." He nodded his head all-knowingly, "It makes complete sense why I was chosen. I have God-like attributes and I have my loyal disciples..." Footage of the camera panning the office, where everyone is working. "They would follow me into the light or dark. I am their shepherd, and they are my flock. I am the wind and they are the things that catch wind." He adjusted his turban again, "I am a fortune teller and they seek the teller of the fortune... which is me." He nodded his head all-knowingly again. "It is my job to give the people what they want...and get something in return of course."
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党Do I feel that Michael is taking his gift lightly and not cherishing it for all its worth?" Dwight straightened his tie, "Of course not. Michael would never exploit his blessing from the Almighty for his own personal gain." Dwight gave the camera a shocked expression. "I would never in my wildest dreams think that of Michael Scott." he shook his head, trying to be convincing, "Michael would never... okay... maybe he would."
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More to come. In the next chapter, Michael starts to dish out even more predictions and Dwight begins a quest. Also, Ryan drops by. Look for an update by tonight.
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