Okay, so this story was inspired by a video Karen Gillan of Doctor Who made about wanting to be on Community/ Inspector Spacetime. It's more of a Community fanfic than a crossover. Trust me, it has more to do with Inspector Spacetime than with Doctor Who. I don't own anyone except maybe the name Jamie Land, which is actually just a parody of Karen's Doctor Who character, Amy Pond.

Warning: this fic contains insulting terms and stereotypes that might offend some readers (oh Pierce -_-) and I apologize in advance. Also there's some British slang, but I tried to keep it simple enough (I really hope I used them all correctly).


Chapter 1: Something Scottish

Jeff Winger normally had nothing to do before study group sessions, although he wouldn't want them to know that. Sometimes he would go to his car and take a quick nap while the radio played some popular new crap he didn't care to actually listen to. Maybe he would win a few rounds of pool, calling it quits before his opponent became as competitive as Jeff pretended he wasn't. Or he could always flirt with a hot girl who hadn't fallen prey to his smooth tricks and pick-up lines, but his choice in women was wearing thin. So today, Jeff uncharacteristically decided to go to the Study Room and look at some emails on his Blackberry at the Table for a while.

He heard Annie's laugh in the distance a few minutes after he sat down. Of course Annie would be first to come. He predicted her pre-study rituals and smiled as she walked in with another girl Jeff had never seen before. She was like Annie in some ways: same height, same age or maybe older, curvy and fair. Always a plus. She dressed like Annie and Britta combined: red plaid shirt over a lacy pink tank top with a jean skirt and brown leather boots. But her most appealing feature by far was her wavy red locks that flowed to the middle of her back.

"Hi Annie," Jeff said after a moment. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh, hi Jeff. This is Jamie. She's from Scotland," Annie replied full of excitement.

"Jamie? Name's Jeff Winger." He put a hand out as he stood up towards her.

"Jeff Winger?" Jamie repeated. "Oh, my uncle told me about you."

Jeff raised a brow. "Uncle?"

Jamie nodded. "Uncle Ian. Tall, dark brown hair and glasses. Usually plastered?"

This fiery beauty was related to Duncan? Jeff tried to find a loop hole. "But Duncan's British. Annie said you're from Scotland."

"Born and raised. My mum is his sister. She married a Scot. End of story," Jamie explained.

"Anyway," Annie said, re-entering the conversation, "Jamie is here at Greendale for a semester, and Duncan asked if I could show her around for a while."

"Probably because he needed to hit the pub for a few hours," Jamie added quietly. Jeff liked the way this girl thought.

"Better that Annie gives you a tour than the Dean," he said. "By the way, don't let the Dean know you're from Scotland. He'll pretend he's William Wallace."

Troy and Abed walked in just then. Troy stopped at Jamie and glanced at her. Abed stared at her for a moment then went to his seat.

"Whoa. Since when does Britta have red hair?" Troy said stunned.

"That's not Britta, moron," Jeff said.

"Jamie Land. And you are?" Her face was blank as she waited.

"I'm Troy, Troy Barnes. I used to play football, but like the American kind, not soccer. I've never read Pride and Prejudice. Shakespeare makes my head hurt. The Beatles were cool, but they're not really my thing." He pointed at Abed. "That's my best friend Abed. We watch Inspector Spacetime together."

Jamie's face brightened. "Inspector Spacetime?"

"Yeah," Jeff said quickly, "it's this silly British show they reenact."

"Oh, I know all about Inspector Spacetime. I—"

"GINGER!"

Everyone turned their attention to the opposite end of the room where Pierce stood, stiffly pointing at Jamie. "Gingers don't have souls!"

"Pierce!" Annie scolded, and said to Jamie, "I'm so sorry. I'd like to say he's normally not like this, but I'd be lying."

"It's alright. Ever since I came to Colorado I've been getting all the Ginger-British-Scottish-Irish stereotypes, though never with as much anger." Jamie looked at Pierce, who was sitting now and no longer pointing but still had a suspicious face.

"Sorry we're late," said Britta as she shuffled in with Shirley. "Actually, wait. Jeff's just way early. Never mind." Britta stopped at her chair, which was being blocked by Jamie and Annie. "Oh, hi there." She looked at Jamie up and down. "I like your boots."

"Thanks," Jamie said. "I like your jacket."

Instead of saying thank you, Britta paused for a moment and said, "Sorry, I'm Britta."

"And I'm Shirley," she said from her seat. "Won't you sit down?"

"Oh, but aren't you guys going to study now?" Jamie asked. "Don't you have examinations or something?"

"Examinations? Ugh, you make tests sound so medical," Troy said. "Is it weird that I liked that just now?"

Annie patted Jamie's shoulder. "Well, um, we have a few minutes. And we don't really have a test for this week, so maybe you could sit in today?"

"Really?" Jamie said surprised. She looked around at the study group for their approval.

"Absolutely," Jeff said with crossed arms and a smirk.

"We have an extra seat." Annie guided her to the empty chair next to Jeff.

"Now wait, wait, wait," Pierce said, "I gotta sit across from that heartless Mick for the next ninety minutes? Screw this. She has to go."

"I'm Scottish," was all Jamie said in response.

"Pierce, what the hell?" Jeff said. "She hasn't done anything. We just want her to experience real crappy American community college. Plus your stereotypes are like a hundred years old."

"Oh please," Pierce said. "You just want her here because you think she's attractive. Britta wants to take off her clothes and wear them. Why are you here anyway?" Pierce leaned against the table, waiting for her to answer. The others just turned to her as she gaped for words.

"Um, well, my uncle is Professor Ian Duncan, and my mum wanted me to stay with him for a few months because she was concerned he's turned into a 'tosspot.' And I figured while I was here I might as well take some classes and get some culture in." She looked down. "This is my first time in America."

Britta gasped. "You have to live with Duncan for six months? I'm so sorry."

"No, it's fine," Jamie said. "I don't mind living with him. Yes, he goes to the pub a lot, but it's kind of nice spending time with him after so long. That is when he's not drinking or shouting or wanking off. . ." Annie made a disgusted face.

"You know what," Britta said, "you should stay at my place this weekend. Experience real American culture."

"Lesbian," Pierce said under his breath.

"Um, no, Britta," Annie said cautiously. "I think Jamie would be better off at our apartment. Stable, drug-free environment."

"We could have a movie marathon!" Troy said excited. "Abed has a million movies."

"You live with them?" Jamie asked Annie.

"Yeah, but they won't bother you if you don't want them to," she said. They both looked back at Troy, who had creepy wide eyes, and Abed, whose head was cocked to the side as he watched Jamie in a thoughtful manner.

"I'll get back to you," Jamie said.

"Great. Let's study," Annie said.


At the end of the study session, Jamie walked out with Annie just as she had walked in. Jeff followed them a few paces behind, just as he would if Annie was alone.

"Hey guys," he said casually. "Uh, Jamie, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Jeff?" Annie said in a stern tone.

"Don't worry, Annie," Jamie said. "I'll meet you in a minute." Annie waited before she nodded at Jamie, gave a warning glance to Jeff, and walked off behind a bookshelf.

"So, listen I respect what you're doing for Duncan. He's a close friend of mine, and I care about his well-being too. And I know you have plans with Apartment 303 this weekend, but I was wondering if tonight you wanted to see some sights around town, maybe grab a bite to eat. I would love to hear more about life in the UK." He smiled his notoriously charming Winger smile.

Jamie grinned. "Oh, Annie said this might happen." Jeff maintained his expression, but his eyes panicked.

"Either I'm the first Ginger you've asked out in a while or just the first Scot. Alright, let me 'break it down' for you, Jeff Winger. I'm not some girl you can snog today and leave tomorrow. You think I'm so naïve and quiet, like Annie. But I'm only what, ten years younger than you? I've dealt with men like you before, and let me tell you, you're not getting my end away so easy, no matter how hard you try." Jamie's smile was sweet and sly all at once now; she had seen right through him. This made Jeff even more attracted to her now, except he didn't know what to say because he wasn't completely sure what some of the things she said had meant.

Jamie was about to turn to go when instead she came close to Jeff's face and said, "But if some reason this weekend is boring, maybe I'll let you take me out next week."

Jeff watched her curls bounce as she strutted away. "I need a Scotch," he said.


Well, I hoped you liked it! If you were upset by the complete lack of Abed in this chapter, don't worry. I have BIG plans for him! I have a lot of ideas for this story. I'm just not sure how to get to those plot points. Again I really hope I used all the slang right.