Phillip did not know what to do with himself at the office. He sat at the kitchen trying to come with a plan, and more fake information about himself. So far he got that he was an US citizen whose parents moved back to Russia, he was alone, had no friends, nowhere to live. He also had some interesting facts about himself: allergy to blueberries, because allergies were believable. Sadly, that was the only interesting fact he could think at the moment. He hoped, and prayed! That Michael would get him the job.

Suddenly Kelly walked in. "Hey" she said getting a snack out of the fridge.

"Hey miss Kapoor" Phillip answered waking up from his introspection. It was still weird to interact with people that were a part of his life in the future, although he just heard about Kelly, he knew that she ran away with Ryan to start a new life elsewhere, apparently California. Although, he wasn't so sure. His mother had admited that she hated both of them, so Phillip did not have much information further than the one that was on the documentary. Which was a lot, since Kelly talked way too much.

"Ugh, call me Kelly, I'm not old" She said sitting next to him.

"Okay" He said awkwardly.

"I cannot believe Michael ran over you with his car. You know who he should have run over, Ryan! He is such a selfish self-centered man. I can't believe what he did, he should be the one with the broken arm. He left and Oh my God I will make him pay, I tell you, I will win him over, or not, I don't know yet. He needs to learn from his mistake, he won't use me again, that is a promise. I am too good for him anyways..."

Phillip listened as Kelly rambled about Ryan, he just nodded trying to find a way to get out of the uncomfortable situation. He was not a fan of long shallow conversations, but it seemed that he would be having a lot of those if he wanted to survive in this place.

"Am I right?" She asked with impetus.

"Um. Yes." He answered with confidence but before she could continue her monologue Dwight entered the kitchen with his typical authoritarian intimidating attitude.

"Kelly, leave right now, I need to have a word with Shklovski" He demanded without looking at her. His eyes bore into Phillip's who felt relieved from Kelly's departure.

"We are having a conversation" She replied annoyed. If Phillip knows his father, and he is sure he does, then Kelly would leave either way.

"Leave" He again demanded her.

"Ugh, whatever beet farmer" She stood up giving Dwight a dirty glance before walking to the annex. Before Phillip could say anything, Dwight was already with his hands on the table looking at him threateningly.

"Hear me out young man, I do not trust you and I will do everything to prevent you from working in this office. You are inadequate for the job, and besides too young. You seem to lack the qualities needed" He said with clear diction never breaking eye contact.

"Which are?" Phillip questioned him without blinking. He knew this game, he would not break so easily.

"For example, you say you are russian but you do not speak your mother language. That shows how little you care about your country and its culture, translate that to the work place, would you care enough to learn?"

Phillip cleared his throat and looked at Dwight intensely. "Mr. Schrute, I have my values and work ethics perfectly in place. I need a job, I am perfectly qualified. In fact, I bet I can outbest almost everyone in sales."

Dwight scoffed. Who did this boy think he is? "Right, that is ridiculous, you could not be able to do that"

"Alright, if I get a position here, of any kind I will try to outbest at least the majority of the sales team. I am very capable"

"Okay, but if you fail, you leave"

"Okay but if I win, I gain your respect"

He only wanted his respect? What kind of game was this?

"And I will accompany you to make a sale"

Dwight hesitated for a moment. "It is settled then" he said offering Phillip his hand, he took it and gave it a good shake. He was not nervous, maybe a little, but he was sure he had the abbilities to win, he had learnt from the best after all.

"I look forward to it"

"But remember that I. Do. Not. Trust. You" Dwight said emphazasing every word very close to the young man's face, then abruptly turned around to leave. Until, Phillip's voice interrupted him.

"Warum? Wenn du mich kennen würdest, würdest du mich mögen"

Dwight turned around slowly and looked at him surprised. Phillip smiled inwardly, he felt smug right now. It caught his father off guard that he knew how to speak german. He really needed his father to like him, if he did not, then the travel wouldn't be fully succesful. He actually did not know what would be harder, bonding with his father or his mother.

Phillip raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Warum siehst du so verdächtig nach mir?" He continued to question him in german, it was fun to see his reaction. Take that Phillip Halpert, he thought. He did not know a language other than english so, Schrute 1 - Halpert 0. He shook his head lightly, he needed to concentrate in the present, or well, the 'past' for him.

"Impressive. Russian man that speaks german fluently. That is very suspicious, but still an admirable quality"

"I already told you that I am an US citizen. I have never even lived in Russia. But thank you, I pride myself to have notorious qualities" He had confidence, Dwight respected that. Of course he would not say it to him.

"You might have potential, but still I do not think you will survive here" Dwight kept trying to make him feel inferior but it did not seem to work.

"I will, I left my home, my family and friends just to pursue this job, my dream is working in the paper bussiness" Phillip said and he actually felt a little nostalgic even though he had his father a few meters from him.

If it was true and judging by the kid's face it seemed to be true, Dwight was impressed by his conviction, it reminded him of himself a little. "Are you really risking everything for this job?" he asked more sympathetically although it was barely noticeable.

"You know what they say. Wer viel wagt, gewinnt oft viel." Phillip answered with a small smirk.

"I will be watching you" Dwight said pointing at him menancingly before walking out dramatically. Phillip smiled slightly. It is on, he thought. And he had the perfect ice breaker for his mother, he just needed to wait for the perfect moment.

.:ooOOoo:.

"Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam"

"Pama-lama, hey can you tell Phillip to wait for me in the building until the reunion finishes? It will be pass 5' so tell him to be patient" Michael said. "Okay I have to go, David is here. Hey Da!" And then he hang up.

Pam got up and walked towards the breakroom where she found Phillip getting a Baby Ruth from the bending machine.

"Hey Phillip," She said sotfly. He jumped a little by the sound of her voice, he was caught off guard.

"Hey miss Beesly," He replied cordially. Pam chuckled feeling a little awkward by the 'miss Beesly' title.

"Just call me Pam" She said amicabily, he nodded a little uncomfortable so she decided to just tell him the message.

"Michael said that you should wait for him in the building, he will return a little after 5" She said, he nodded.

"Alright, thank you for informing me" Pam gave him a smile before walking back to the reception.

He was very correct... He could not be older than twenty-five but he acted much older and it was odd. Jim was right, Pam thought, the guy really was something else, and he looked and acted quite like Dwight. He was now using the same glasses, she wondered how he would look with the parted hair. His hair was wavy and light blonde, he seemed to be a little shorter than Dwight, but still taller than most of the office. Pam knew that the prank had to work, anybody who did not know them would say they were related.

Because of the ages it was unlikely (if not impossible) for the young man to be his son. Dwight was thirty-seven, the boy was in his early twenties, that meant that Dwight had to have fathered him when he was fifteen or something, which Pam thought was very, very unlikely. And a picture she did not want to imagine. Teenage Dwight? No thanks.

This was weird, but then she remembered that all about the office was.

.:ooOOoo:.

When the clock hit precisely five o'clock, Dwight went to pick up Angela from her apartment. The look of distress on her face pained him, her cheeks and the tip of her nose and her eyes were red from crying, he saw the cat's corpse still on the fluffy pillow, but Angela told him that she had a box to put her for her burial. Dwight picked the cat carefully to put it in the small box gently, he was accostumed to dead animals, he usually did not treat them with gentleness, a cat would not make him feel any different. But it was Angela's cat, he had to do it for her. He knew Sparkl-Sprinkles was too dear to her heart.

The car ride silent, Angela would sob softly from time to time and Dwight would squeeze her hand comfortingly in return. He had asked for Mose to pick some nice flowers to plant on Sprinkles's grave, he desired to have everything ready and settled for the burial, although he wanted to dig the grave himself.

They arrived to Schrute farms and Angela tried to hold back the tears, she really thought that Sprinkles had more time, but she reminded herself that it was God's plan. She was thankful that Dwight was there to support her and let her bury her beloved pet on his farm.

"Come on Monkey, I will take it-her" Dwight said sympathetically. Angela shook her head.

"No, it's alright, I will carry her" She said with the little box on her arms. Dwight simply nodded and let her do what she wanted, he did not want to make her more upset.

Both slowly walked towards the open fields of the farm, next to a tree it was the perfect spot to bury Sprinkles. Dwight took of his jacket and tie and grabbed the shovel to start digging the hole. Angela watched him and instead of feeling aroused by the sight she only felt his unconditional love and it made her feel warm and hopeful about their future. Sure sometimes they had their ups and downs but overall it was a wonderful relationship.

Once the grave was finished, Angela took the little box and removed the lid to see Sprinkles one last time, she petted her fur softly and closed the box again. She gently placed it inside the grave before standing up. She said some meaningful words with Dwight by her side, he was silent but his pressence was comforting to her. She then said a little prayer in which uncharacteristically Dwight echoed her 'Amen'. Angela was again tear stained but she felt calm now.

Dwight filled the grave again and asked Angela if she wanted to plant the flowers with him. She nodded silently. The flowers weren't fancy nor colorful, just some wild white and blue flowers that Mose found around, but for Angela it was perfect, it would be Sprinkles little place, and since those flowers were around the farm, everytime she would see them, her beloved cat would fill her mind.

When the little 'ceremony' finished Dwight stood besides Angela and put his arm around her shoulder moving a little closer to her, in return she rested her head on his side. It felt peaceful. No words were needed.

.:ooOOoo:.

Phillip was sitting outside the building waiting for Michael to arrive. He did not want people to think he was a thief or something, so he could not stay upstairs alone, it was suspicious. He still did not have a place to stay the night, but he was not worried, he got a sleeping bag inside his duffle bag. He would be alright. He started thinking about the events of the day, so much had happened. He did not expect to have a broken arm, sure, he did save Meredith but just in time, he wanted to prevent the accident before the car would even arrive. Then the lastname failure, Shklovski? It generated more questions than answers, then the pathetic lunch with Michael, the fake ID from Creed, but to top it all his father hated him already and no signs from his mother throughout the day. Sprinkles was death he was sure of it, but at least he was glad that this time his father had nothing to do with it. Was this a good decision? Phillip thought, or was it just a stupid boy's dream trying to be the hero? He was no Marty Mcfly, sure he was better, he knew german and his body regenerated twice as fast as a normal person. But was it worth it? He was risking after all, his own existence.

He took the picture out of his pocket and looked at it. Could he be risking his great life at Schrute farms with his loving yet weird family for this crazy time travel idea? I mean, I already did, Phillip thought. The cat died of natural causes, I could go back... But he wanted to stay a little longer... He wanted to make sure that there would be no break-up. Andy for example, he could not let Andy ruin things. Is not like mother would let herself be seduced by that singing buffoon, Phillip thought disgusted. Still, still... He needed to make sure. He buried his head on his non injured hand. What is wrong with me? He said to himself softly.

What would happen to Cece and Phillip Halpert? To Marie, James, Lisa and Michael Jr Scott? To Lisa most importantly.

He hoped that Michael got him the job, if not, things would just get worse.

He messed with time, but damn it, he was going to succeed, he promised himself that.

After some agonizing minutes he saw Michael's car arriving to the lot. Phillip got up immediately his heart hammering in his chest. Please, he begged to whoever was hearing his thoughts, let me have a chance.

Michael got out of the car and smiled at him. "Hey kiddo, how is the arm holding?" he asked amused.

I hope this is a good sign, Phillip thought. "I feel good Mr. Scott how did the meeting go?"

Michael sighed. "God it was awful, David was very upset he told me to tell you to scram"

Phillip's face must have been of pure shock and horro because Michael burst up laughing by the sight.

"What?" The young man asked worriedly. It was not the time for jokes.

"Oh my God, your face" Michael managed to say between chuckles. He tried to control his breathing. "Kid, you" He started laughing again, Phillip was not having it but he was speechless so he just stared at him shocked.

"Y-You, sorry" He coughed. "David told me that since the company can't affor a lawsuit, and since you really seem eager to be a part of Dunder Mifflin, you could be hired as an assistant or something of the sort he let me manage that part. We can't pay you much but welcome aboard!"

I did it! I did it! Phillip thought filled with joy or more like relief, he gave Michael a sort of hug with his good arm and he started laughing.

"Thank you Mr. Scott I promise I won't let you down" He said meaningfully.

"I hope so! You start tomorrow, my friend" Michael said with a smile.

"Will you need all my information and resume?" Phillip asked squinting his eyes a little. This part worried him to an extent

"We can discuss that later, now lets celebrate! For broken arms and new jobs! Oh and your girl, whats her name?" Phillip scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Uh, Lisa"

"To Lisa! Nice name," Michael said. Phillip smiled a little. He really got the job, he would do everything to keep it. He trusted his abilities and strenghts. This is for you mom and dad, he thought.

"Now lets go! What about ice cream?" Michael asked already worked up for some sugar.

"Ice cream sounds nice" Phillip said. He would manage all of his problems later... For now he was just glad he got the job.

Hello Dunder Mifflin!

Next chapter things will be more dynamic I hope. It will follow season 4 episode's plot lines with the alterations of this story. Hope you enjoyed it! Leave a review ❤ Thanks for reading!