Prompt by _carly_: Annie and Jeff recycle some costumes for the college's 'end of summer school dress-up party' (Glee Club 'Santa' dress & Ricky Nightshade). They both like what they see...

Year in Review
Rated PG-13

"This is either the best or worst idea Britta has ever had," Jeff thought to himself as Annie finally emerged from her bedroom. The group, after a long, tumultuous summer was in desperate need of a good drunkfest, and Britta being Britta decided the best way to do that would be to have a "Reflection Party," where they each embodied one of their weird adventures from the year before in an attempt to 'heal them of the bad feelings that go along with those memories.'

The results were as follows:

- Abed was dressed as Batman

- Troy was dressed as an Astronaut making paninis

- Pierce was wearing a wig made of ivory and a pasted-on white goatee

- Britta was dressed as Michael Jackson

- Shirley was wearing her wedding dress (the one she never actually got to wear)

- Jeff was dressed as Ricky Nightshade, complete with tight leather pants, a fake tattoo and a black wig

- And Annie... well... Annie was dressed as the sexiest version of Santa Claus Jeff had ever had the fortune and misfortune of witnessing

And his pants were way too tight for him to hide his natural reaction to that outfit.

The evening quickly devolved into drunken slobbering for most of them. Shirley, not drinking, left early, along with Pierce who was tired by 7 p.m. Britta fawned over Troy more and more as she continued to drink, and eventually the two were making out unabashedly on the blow-up sofa while Abed recited lines of dialogue from about twelve movies to himself in the mirror.

That left just Jeff and Annie, sitting at the kitchen table doing shots and getting more and more ridiculous as time went on.

"You should never be allowed to wear something like that," Jeff slurred, pointing directly at Annie's cleavage. Annie scoffed.

"Well neither should you, with all your abs and pecs and arms and..." her sentence devolved into giggles.

"Sing me a song about Christmas," Jeff suggested. Annie threw back another shot.

"Pull out your light saber!" she exclaimed. Jeff pulled himself up from his chair shakily and held his hand out to Annie.

"Come teach me about holiday tradition," he said. Annie let him pull her up, but stumbled against him, the exposed skin on her chest coming in full contact with his.

And then they were awkwardly falling over each other, stumbling and half-making out as they wandered toward Annie's bedroom.

Both were out like a light as soon as their heads touched the pillows.

End

Prompt by ayadec: Annie takes Jeff to her 10 year high school reunion (maybe they are married or engaged). Jeff meets some of the people who were awful to Annie while she was in high school. How does he react and what does he do? (You can decide if Troy, Troy and Britta, or Troy and Abed are at the event as well.)

Magic Moments
Rated PG

Jeff looked around the room full of people all at least 13 years younger than himself, save for a precious few older spouses of Annie and Troy's graduating class. He knew when he married Annie two years earlier that he would have to put up with some stuff, but he honestly had never envisioned himself standing in the gymnasium of Riverside High surrounded by a bunch of people who were still children when he was getting his law degree.

He looked over at his wife and amended that statement in his mind.

He just hadn't envisioned being here, at her high school reunion. She'd been so adamant as long as he had known her about how awful high school had been that he had expected her to throw out the invitation when it arrived in the mail— and she almost had—but then Troy called her up all excited about it, practically begging her to attend, and then Annie affixed Jeff with a lethal version of the Disney eyes, and suddenly he was there, surrounded by a sea of 28 year olds mingling with people they hadn't bothered to keep in touch with.

He and Annie stuck pretty close to Troy and Britta, all four having arrived together. They figured there was strength in numbers, and Britta and Jeff had pre-planned one of them getting a headache after about an hour so they could leave early.

"T-BONE!" Jeff cringed internally as some guy approached the group. He and Troy did some bizarre ritual that made him want to die a little on the inside.

"Kyle, man, what's up!" Troy exclaimed.

Unfortunately, this Kyle guy's outburst alerted a couple other people of Troy's presence, and suddenly a hoard of douchebags descended on the foursome.

"Hey guys," Troy greeted, fist bumping and hugging several from the group. This was clearly the popular team from high school. If their general look and demeanor didn't make it clear enough, Annie visibly shrinking in on herself would have done the trick.

"You guys remember Annie Edison?" Troy asked, pointing her out. Jeff saw her stiffen at his side, and then plaster the fakest smile on her face that he'd ever witnessed.

"Annie Edison?" asked one of the girls, clearly confused.

"He means Annie Adderol," another clarified, looking Annie up and down with clear disdain. Annie let out a small sigh, but maintained her smile.

"Actually it's Annie Winger now," Annie corrected. The girl huffed.

"Whatever you say," she said. "What's the hubby up to tonight? Giving BJ's for dope?" A small group of girls giggled at the lame attempt at a joke, and Jeff felt the hair on his neck stand up. These women hadn't even seen Annie in ten years and they were already sliding back into old habits. He couldn't only imagine how bad things had been for her in high school. He stepped forward.

"Actually I'm taking the night off," he interjected. All of the women looked at him, startled. He held out his hand, "Jeff Winger, attorney." He noticed a small smile playing on Annie's lips.

"Jeff, was it?" asked the woman who had just insulted Annie, in a clearly flirtatious manner. "I'm Brenda Boutilier," she said, taking his hand. Jeff pulled his away from the shake quickly, his brain running a mile a minute.

"That name sounds familiar," he said. He thought on it. "Was my partner Tony Lewis your divorce lawyer?" The woman's grin slid away as Annie's grew and grew.

She was the first and last person to pick on Jeff's woman at that particular reunion.

End

Prompt by lsw700: The study group goes to Scotland. Troy wants to search for the Loch Ness Monster.

Nessie
Rated G

"Guys, I told you, I've seen documentaries about this, I know how to track her!" Troy exclaimed. The seven members of the study group were all in a small, rickety Zodiac boat that Troy had rented from a local company (Jeff wasn't even sure it was legal to rent out Zodiacs, but Troy insisted everything was above board). Troy was attempting to operate the boat, and had stalled out the motor at least six times since the group left shore.

"According to your map we should be in the general vicinity of the most recent sighting," Abed offered. He was the only one really humoring Troy at this point.

When the group decided to take a trip to Scotland during spring break of their final year at Greendale, none of them had had this particular adventure in mind. Annie kind of thought they'd get to tour some of the magnificent old castles, Britta was interested in the locations of major political and religious movements in Scotland's history and Jeff just wanted to drink as much pure, premium Scotch as he could possibly get his hands on.

But the group had made the colossal mistake of leaving the travel plans in Troy and Abed's hands. It wasn't until they arrived that they realized they weren't headed to Glasgow or Edinburgh, they were headed to Inverness, more than three hours from any of the places they'd actually been interested in visiting.

And they were there to track the Loch Ness Monster.
Jeff grumbled on his bench seat, which was now covered in water that soaked through his jeans, freezing him.

"Troy, I swear to God, if you don't turn this goddamn boat around, I'm throwing you over," he threatened. He'd take over the controls himself, but he had even less of a clue as to how to operate that boat than Troy did.

"Just another hour, guys. Nessie doesn't just come out when you ask her to. You have to wait her out!" he exclaimed.
The group sat in irritated silence as he killed the engine and they sat waiting, waiting, waiting for a mythical creature to emerge from the depths.

And then it started to rain. No, not rain. This was a torrential downpour the likes that none of them had ever experienced. Jeff briefly thought the amount of water getting in the Zodiac would sink them.

Then he spotted something in the distance: a long, stick like figure emerging from the deep. He squinted and could tell that it was just a log, but at this point, he figured Troy and Abed would be satisfied with that.

"Holy crap guys, look over there!" he exclaimed. Everyone's gaze turned to where he was pointing, a few gasps sounded from the group.

"It's her!" Troy exclaimed. Jeff wasn't sure if he actually thought it was, but the whole group seemed to be on the same page. They briefly celebrated the sighting (although Annie, the camera-bearer, refused to take it out and get it wet to photograph the event), before Troy finally gave in and restarted the boat, powering them back toward shore.

None of them ever mentioned the fact that they hadn't actually seen the Loch Ness Monster that day. It was a much cooler story if they all just went with it.

End

Prompt by zincrose: Annie gen: she was always going to leave Greendale behind, in one way or another. No shipping please; especially no Jeff.

Moving On
Rated G

Annie frowned down at the application papers sprawled out on the table in front of her. After nearly four years at Greendale, it almost seemed like a shame to look as far away as Washington DC and Seattle for graduate programs, but she'd always known that she couldn't stay in Greendale forever. Her life and everything she wanted to accomplish in it obliged her to spread her wings and go beyond the walls of her community college that she'd come to call home, beyond the comfortable confines of the study group that she'd come to call family.

She'd always known it would come to this—but now that she was actually filling out the papers and paying the exorbitant application fees, it all seemed like too much too soon.

It was strange to her that she hadn't had similar feelings during her second year when she applied to City College. Then she was just leaving behind a convoluted version of a crappy college and a group of friends who she would probably miss a little bit. Nothing could have prepared her for the way they would grow together as the years wore on.

She thought about all that they had weathered together during their third year. Biology class had been more tumultuous than any of them could have predicted when they signed up. Professor Kane was intense to the point of being kind of scary, but he'd given her the best education she'd received in three years of college. That year had led to some of the craziest things she'd ever been through: living with two insane roommates, attempting to seduce a friend over Christmas, weddings, bad grades, expulsions, elaborate heists... there was so much, and through it all, she and her friends had all just grown closer and closer.

And now she was leaving.

She knew she had to do it. Her life began as soon as she was accepted to one of those universities. She would be a Health Care Manager, and she would have an impact on the lives of people who actually needed her. And who knows? Maybe she'd come back to Greendale to do it.

But in the meantime, she had to leave.

She signed her name at the bottom of the application, tucked it and her cheque into the envelope, and mailed it away.

She'd miss Greendale and everything it had given her. She hoped it would accept her back when she was ready to return.

End

Prompt by teruel_a_witch: J/A. (pre-relationship) Jeff comes a la Casa de Trobed. Annie opens the door...wearing Abed's t-shirt.(some silly reason) Jealousy and misunderstanding ensues.

Fashion Faux Pas
Rated PG

Jeff knocked on Annie's door, then stepped back, took a breath and closed his eyes, trying to cool off after a particularly horrible day at his new law firm.

After the whole Alan incident, he'd gone out looking for another group to do contract work with. Fortunately, his reputation (the one for being a good defender) proceeded him and he was able to find a position with relative ease. Unfortunately, this also meant he was now working with some of the more morally stunted lawyers in the greater Riverside area.

He rocked back and forth on his feet. All day he'd been looking forward to this: sitting down with his good friends, having a beer, and forgetting about all of the crappy things he'd dealt with from 9-5.

And then Annie opened the door, and his eyes were immediately drawn downward. No, not because she was wearing one of her wonderful cleavage enhancing shirts, but because she was wearing a shirt he recognized… as being one of Abed's.

His mind went a mile a minute trying to make sense of Annie's current fashion choice. For some reason the only thing that kept coming up in the loop was "Annie, Abed, Abed's clothes, Annie's clothes, floor, sex, Annie, Abed."

He must have looked stunned, because Annie had to physically take him by the hand and lead him into the apartment.

"Are you alright?" she asked, with her typical sweet concern. Jeff's brain just continued the tirade, "Annie, Abed, Abed's clothes, Annie's clothes, floor, sex, Annie, Abed."

"You're wearing Abed's shirt," he blurted out. Annie looked down at herself, as if newly aware of this fact.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "How was work?"

"Why are you wearing Abed's shirt?" he pressed. Her brow furrowed.

"Why does it matter?"

"Are you guys… you know…?" he halfway blurted his primary question. Annie's eyes narrowed as she tried to think through that non-question.

"No, I don't know…" she eventually said. Jeff huffed, irritated.

"Are you wearing his shirt because you two are… you know?" he made some sort of criss-cross motion with his hands and Annie finally caught on.

"What?" she shrieked. "No! Of course not! My clothes are in the laundry." She swatted him on the chest for good measure. "God, don't you think we would have told you if we were…" she mimicked his motion. Jeff felt his face and neck go red, but also felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

"Oh, yeah, I guess," he stumbled. She eyed him critically for a moment before a small grin found her lips.

"You were jealous," she teased, poking him on the chest. Jeff scoffed.

"I was not," he attempted. She just giggled.

"You were jealous," she said in a sing song voice. Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Do you have any scotch in this place?"

End

Prompt by teruel_a_witch: At a bar Jeff spots a gorgeous brunette with curly hair from across the room who sits with her back to him. He walks up to hit on her but she turns around and it's Annie. The rest is up to you.

Cheers
Rated PG

Jeff wasn't so much into the bar scene anymore, but his colleagues at his new firm had insisted he join them on this particular evening. Not wanting to come across as unapproachable, boring or whipped, he said yes, although his brain (and his liver) were screaming "NO!"

It wasn't so much that he didn't like going out for a drink now and again, but being at bars with guys like this brought along with it certain expectations. Each and every man in his group had put on their babe radar as soon as they entered the bar, and a few had already left with some of the more persuadable young women that frequented this establishment.

Jeff, for the most part, was content just to look around these days. Sure, he occasionally went home with someone—he was still a youngish, virile man after all—but it wasn't his MO anymore.

He let his eyes scan the bar. Too short, too blonde, too fake, too loud, too quiet, too much make-up, too little mak- up, too drunk, not drunk enough… and so his complaints continued.

Until his gaze landed on one woman's back.

Granted, backs weren't exactly Jeff's erogenous zone of choice (not that he would complain of a shapely arch and plains of smooth, elegant skin), but there was just something about this woman whose face he couldn't see. Her long dark hair had a bounce to it that he could tell was both carefully constructed, but not without some natural oomph as well. The way her waist dipped inward and her hips splayed out was so well defined, and although he couldn't see from behind, he knew she had to have a good pair of breasts on her as well—only women with something to show off sat up that straight.

"You should take that one home," said Jim, Jeff's new boss. Jeff shook his head.

"I don't think so," he argued. Jim nudged him.

"C'mon, Winger. Sack up!" Jeff hid his eye roll and eventually gave in. He was nothing if not susceptible to peer pressure.

He actually found a slight tingle of nerves make way into his stomach as he approached the beautiful-from-behind woman. He found himself eagerly anticipating finally getting a glimpse of her face.

And when he did, he realized that he wasn't even halfway surprised.

"Come here often?" he said in a low, raspy tone, complete with a smirk. His gaze was met with two sparkling blue eyes and a jubilant red-lipped smile.

"Not really, but I've clearly been missing out," she flirted back. He grinned and leaned down, giving her a small kiss on the cheek and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Do me a favour?" he asked. She nodded. "Let me take you home so my boss won't think I'm a huge loser?" Annie burst out laughing and leaned into him, playing up the moment.

"Only if you buy me a drink," she said with a glint in her eye. Jeff grinned.

"One Long Island Iced Tea coming right up."

End

Prompt by teruel_a_witch: Jeff and Annie shamelessly and innocently at the same time flirt on more than one occasion without realizing it until someone suggests they get a room. Awkwardness ensues.

The Irritation of Flirtation
Rated PG

Greendale

Annie was the last to slide into the bench at the group's table in the cafeteria, carefully slipping her lunch tray into the small amount of space left on the corner of the table across from Jeff.

"Cucumber sandwich and fries?" Jeff questioned. She shrugged, picking up her juice box and pulling the straw from its plastic wrapper, poking it into the slot.

"I'm trying to be more healthy," she said, taking one of the fries. Jeff smirked.

"And grease-fried potato is the way to go about doing that?" he asked, reaching across the table and snatching a fry. Annie scoffed.

"Hey, if you want to keep enjoying my fries free of charge, you're going to have to can the comments," she said with a hint of a grin. Jeff raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? And exactly what form of payment were you looking for, Milady?" he asked. She pretended to think about it.

"I'll have to get back to you on that—but trust me that it'll be far worse than shelving your witticisms for one lunch hour."

Fully embroiled in their back-and-forth, both Jeff and Annie missed the rolling eyes and glares they were receiving from the group.

Later that Night

"Jeff!" Annie exclaimed, nearly crawling up his body as he held her cell phone high above his head. "Give it!" she cried.

"Give it!" Jeff mimicked, laughing at his own incredible wit.

"I'm serious!" she exclaimed, clawing at his shoulders trying to get some leverage. The two carried on like this, oblivious to the irritated glares they were receiving, until finally Britta spoke up.

"Oh for Christ's sake, would you two get a room already!" she exclaimed. Jeff and Annie paused with their bodies smushed awkwardly together and Jeff's arm high in the air.

"What?" Annie asked, confused. Shirley jumped in.

"Aside from taking the Lord's name in vain, I'm with Britta," she said.

"Yeah," Troy jumped in. "Either bone or shut up!"

The pair gaped at the group.

And then they realized their current positions and had to consider the possibility that they might have a point.

End

Prompt by lsw700: In Origins of Vampire Mythology, Shirley finds Pierce at the Carnival and they go on some rides.

The Replacements
Rated PG

Shirley grumbled to herself as she stalked away from Jeff, arms full of stuffed animals that her boys would in no way be interested in.

She liked being friends with Jeff. He was usually good fun to gossip with, and they really did seem to 'get' each other on a deeper level than most of their friends... but sometimes he just went too far. He was prone to bouts of insanity, and when those came along, he was nearly impossible to be around.

Case in point: stalking and monopolizing the time of a Carnie just because he had some sort of vague 'it factor' that made women obsess over him.

Shirley could only take so much of Crazy Jeff, so she took off to find Pierce. She knew it was a sad day in her life when she preferred the company of a racist old man over one of her favourite friends. That knowledge was unsettling to her.

She happened upon the racist old man in question sitting alone on a park bench, looking utterly gutted.

"What happened to Chang?" she asked, and then looked around to ensure that the man in question wasn't about to pop out from behind a balloon animal.

"He left me," Pierce choked out. "Probably found some cool new friends to hang out with." His voice held no small hint of anger. Shirley thought about that, and then shook her head.

"I doubt that." Pierce looked up, taking in the loot she was carrying.

"Where's Winger? Did he find another man's butt to stick his wiener in?" Shirley raised an eyebrow. "Because he's gay," he clarified. She rolled her eyes, but opted not to answer his question, instead looking to her left at the ferris wheel. Jeff was way too preoccupied to go on it with her, but Pierce seemed just lonely enough to consider it.

Good Lord, what had her life become?

"Did you... umm..."

"UMM!" Pierce interrupted. She shot him a glare. "Sorry, force of habit."

"Pierce," she said in a steady tone. "Would you like to ride the ferris wheel with me?" He thought about this a moment.

"Is 'ferris wheel' code for sex?" She rolled her eyes.

"Forget it," she said, beginning to walk away.

"Wait, Shirley," he called. She stopped in her tracks. "Would you mind if I... joined you?" He seemed uncharacteristically timid. Shirley momentarily felt bad for the old man. She closed the gap and dropped a few of the stuffed animals down on the bench, holding her now free hand out to him.

"Come on, old man," she offered. "Let's go get in line."

End