a/n: something I wrote while procrastinating, so it's not that descriptive. I haven't abondoned my other fic, but I should be updating it soon. I do not own Community.

In Fall of 2013, Jeff, Annie, and Shirley have to adjust to a world much different than the one they're used to after they've graduated. Meanwhile, Abed, Britta, and Troy, remain at Greendale because they haven't completed all their requirements yet. Abed keeps trying to find ways to fill the void of the missing Study Group members.


Troy and Abed sat at the study table in Study Room F. Troy stopped doodling in his notebook and looked at the five empty seats in the room. He frowned and turned to Abed.

"So, now that Annie has graduated, who is going to make us study?" Troy asked.

Abed raised his eyebrows slightly, "Looks like we're going to have to motivate ourselves somehow."

"And now that Shirley has graduated, who is gonna make us brownies and lemon squares and other awesomely delicious things and say 'ahh, that's nice,' when things are nice?"

"Maybe we could make our own baked goods?"

"Annie wont let us use the flour. Remember last time we tried to bake?"


Annie walked out of her room. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes narrowed in anger as she saw the scene before her in the kitchen.

"Wh-wh-what the hell happened in here?" Annie yelled.

"We're baking," Abed said. Both him and Troy were covered head to toe in a thick layer of flour.

"The floor and the counters are covered in flour as are you guys!" Annie walked slowly towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, about that, we were trying to do a powder gag," Troy shrugged, "But we kept messing up."

"We started with a flour bomb fight, but it quickly escalated. Then, we decided to be ghosts, like in the 'Scooby Doo' episode where-" Abed began to say.

"I-I don't care," Annie closed her eyes, "Just, please, clean it up." She turned around and walked back into her room.


"Yeah, she was pretty mad about that," Abed nodded. He tilted his head and rose one finger up in the air, "Wait, something is different."

"Well, yeah, we're missing, like, half of our group."

"Not that. Something else..."

Britta walked into the study room casually. She wore converse sneakers and a light blue hoodie, instead of her usual high heeled boots and leather jacket. However, what caused Abed's comment, was not her outfit. Britta Perry was now a brunette. Her blonde locks had been dyed a light, chestnut brown.

"That," Abed said and pointed at Britta.

She sat down in her seat and asked, "What?"

"Your hair," Troy said, "Wh-what happened to it?"

"I dyed it," Britta shrugged.

"Are you depressed? Characters dye their hair when they get depressed," Abed asked, "Because if you are, I would know and I don't think you are." He paused, but then widened his eyes, "Are you hiding from someone? Did you need to change your apearance to avoid a person from your past?"

"No, I just thought it would be a good change," Britta said. She looked at the four empty seats at the table, "Is it me or is it weird for all of us to sit on the same side of the table?"

"What's weird is your hair color..." Troy said.

"I think we should stay in our same seats," Abed said, "It would be bad to mess up the continuity even more. People would be really upset. I mean imagine the outrage if we put you in Annie's seat."

"That would not be good," Troy shook his head, "Although, I think people would be even angrier if it was Pierce's seat."

"That wouldn't be good either," Abed nodded and said, "We have to stay in our same seats. "

"People?" Britta crinkled her forehead, "Abed, what people?"

"You know," Abed nodded, "the people watching, the audience."

"How many times do I need to tell you that there is no-" Britta began to say.

"So, what class are we all taking together this semester?" Troy asked, "I think we should take Comics and Society-"

"No," Britta said, "Comics are pretty sexist. I mean most of them depict women in scantily dressed clothes and give them dialogue with double entendres. All the women look exactly the same and have unrealistic body proportions, worse than Barbie dolls. I mean, I know they have a male audience to please, but the utter disregard and respect of-"

As Britta ranted, Troy looked at Abed with wide eyes. He whispered, "How do we shut her up? Usually, I just walk away, but we can't both walk away like this in the middle of a study meeting."

Abed tilted his head back at Troy and whispered, "Usually, Jeff interrupts her or says something sarcastic and tells her to shut up or Annie corrects her on something she has inaccurately referenced."

"What do we do?" Troy winced.

"I have an idea," Abed nodded. He got up out of his seat and sat in Jeff's old seat. He leaned back in the chair and put his feet up on the table. As he took out his phone and began to text, he said, in a lower, more confident voice, "I'm not taking some comic book class with you guys. Let's face it, a semester with Britta complaining to the professor with an annoying feminist tirade every class is not worth the easy Literature credit. I say we take Maple Syrup: The Real Thing."

Britta stopped talking and looked at Abed with wide eyes.

Abed got up out of Jeff's seat and sat in Annie's old seat. He sat up with perfect posture and began batting his eyelashes at Jeff's chair. He spoke with a high pitched, flirty voice, "Ugh, Je-ff, there aren't any maple trees on campus for that class to even exist."

As Abed got up from Annie's seat to go sit back in Jeff's, Troy asked Britta without taking his eyes off of Abed switching seats, "Britta? Abed building sexual tension between himself imitating two people is supposed to awkward, right?"

"I think so," Britta said with a shocked daze as she watched Abed switch seats.

"Then why isn't it?" Troy whispered back.

"I'm not sure..." Britta said. Her eyes were wide and slightly horrified.

Abed put both his feet back on the table and took his cell phone out. After pretending to send a text, he looked up from his phone and over at Annie's empty seat. He flashed a confident, smug smile and said, "I know. It's the perfect Jeff Winger blow-off class."

Abed got up and sat back in Annie's seat. He rolled his shoulder back, fixing his posture, and said tilting his head at Jeff's empty seat, "Why must you always take the easy way out?"

He got out of Annie's seat and sat back in Jeff's, "Because if I didn't, you guys would push me to do more; regardless of how much effort I put in. By doing the bare minimum, I avoid working even harder because I always have the guarantee that you guys will always be there; annoying the absolute hell out of me and pesturing me to do more." Abed smiled and added, "Not that I don't appreciate it."

Abed got up, out of Jeff's seat and sat down in Shirley's. He said in a high pitched, sweet voice, "Oh, that's kind of nice."

"No, it isn't, Shirley," Britta said and then caught herself, "Wait-"

"It isn't?" Abed lowered his voice slightly and tilted his head at Britta.

"It makes sense to me," Troy nodded. Britta looked over at Troy with her mouth half-open in disbelief.

Abed left Shirley's seat and sat in Pierce's. He uttered a confident, condescending laugh and said, "Ah, Brittles, spoken like a true closeted-lesbian. In my day, if a woman-"

"That's it!" Britta yelled.

Abed left Pierce's seat and ran over to Annie's, "No, need to yell, Britta!" He turned his head to Jeff's empty seat and said, "Jeff, make her to stop yelling at us."

He left Annie's seat. On his way over to Jeff's seat he almost tripped over the leg of the chair between Jeff and Annie's seats. He stumbled into Jeff's seat and took out his cellphone. Without looking up from the phone, he said, "Britta, stop yelling at them."

"I should be yelling at them-Wait! No!" she shook her head, "Abed!"

Abed left Jeff's seat. Britta's eyes followed Abed as he walked over to his original spot. He sat down and looked at Britta,"Yeah?"

"This is so not working!" she said as her voice cracked.

"You're right. I don't think I'll have the energy to do that everyday. I have another idea."

Troy sighed and said, "You promised we wouldn't do that! Those montages are the Britta of montages."

"Unfortunately it's the only way, Troy," Abed said.

"What's the only way?" Britta asked.

"You'll see," Abed nodded, "meet us in the gym at noon."


Annie stood in a high-tech lab, dressed in a lab coat and goggles. She giddily smiled as she awaited for the lecture to begin. She looked over at her lab partner and smiled, "Hi, I'm Annie."

"John," he nodded, "You from Colorado?"

"Yeah, are you?"

"Yeah, I'm from Boulder and I went to Colorado State. Where did you do your undergrad?"

"Um," Annie cleared her throat and muttered, "Greendale Community College."

"Where? I didn't hear you," John smiled.

Annie fixed her posture and said more clearly, "Greendale Community College."

"Oh, wow. You must have been, like, in the top five in your graduating class to get into the University of Denver. Man, I had a cousin who went to Greendale. It was real tough for him when he got out. Dude went through this angry stage. I think he lived on a mountain for a while, but now he's fine. I think he got a job doing, well, something. But, you know what they say these days? It only matters where your highest level degree is from."

"Yeah, I guess," Annie said as she looked down at her shoes.


Jeff was laying down on his couch, watching horrible, daytime TV. His phone rang. He picked it up without looking at the contact. "Yeah?"

"Heyyy," Britta said from the other line.

"Why are you calling me right now?"

"I'm bored. Shirley is busy working the breakfast rush. I can't call Annie, she's in class. Troy and Abed are organizing something. I'm supposed to meet them in the gym later. For what? I do not know."

"Please, tell me that you do know that you're about to get dragged into some shenanigan?"

Britta sighed, "Oh, I am fully aware of that. How was that interview?"

"Shitty."

"What happened?"

"Alan has tainted my name all over town. I think they only called me in for an interview to laugh in my face. I can't do consulting forever and at this rate, I'm going to have to go into Private Practice. I'll never be a partner at a large firm."

"Maybe you should start a private practice? That way you can help normal people with their problems and not do it for some large firm that defends large corporations and skeezeballs."

"Maybe you can stop being too pious for your own good?" Jeff asked sarcastically.

"You sound weird. What are you doing?"

"I'm at a coffee shop."

"No, you're not. I bet you're laying on your couch and watching 'Maury.' Aren't you? Jeff, get out of there! Daytime, trash TV is a dark place. It will suck you in. Trust me. When I lived in New York-"

"You do know that living in New York does not automatically equate to 'I have enough life experience to answer every problem in the history of mankind?'"

"It's human kind," Jeff rolled his eyes as he listened to her on the phone, "and, like, seriously, when I was a waitress at a nice restaurant, not some diner where I had to wake up at the crack of dawn, but, like, a fancy place, I would work until, like, one in the morning. Then me and the other staff would all get wasted after and then I would wake up on my couch and watch crap TV all day. It's a bad cycle Jeff and it takes you to dark places. Get your ass off that couch now before you spiral into that place of nihilistic-"

"Hey, you said, 'nihilistic' correctly. Congratulations."

"Why do you have to be a jackass, when I'm just trying to hel-"

"I'm gonna hang up now," Jeff said.

"No-wait! Je-" Jeff hung up the phone. He turned off his TV, looked up at the ceiling and sighed, "Damn you, Britta."

Jeff got off of his couch. He grabbed his keys and left his apartment.


Britta walked into the gym and saw Abed and Troy sitting at a pop-up table with clip boards in front of them. She tilted her head and asked, "What's going on here?"

"Auditions," Troy nodded.

"Are you making a movie, Abed?" Britta asked.

"No, I'm recasting the four missing members of our study group," Abed said, without taking his eyes away from the clipboard, "Sit down. You're part of this decision too."

"You can't just recast our friends," Britta said, "We do still see them, remember? We just wont see them at Greendale everyday. "

"Don't worry. I'm only hiring them as study session replacements," Abed nodded.

"See, well, according to Abed," Troy said, "there's a balance to maintain and we can't disrupt the balance. Otherwise, nothing would get done."

Britta sighed and walked over to the empty chair behind the card table. She looked over at Troy and Abed next to her and asked, "You guys are going to do this whether I agree to it or not, aren't you?"

"Pretty much," Abed deadpanned.

She looked at Abed and said, "Hey, haven't you taken enough film classes to fulfill all your requirements?"

"Yeah, but I'm not a film major," Abed said.

"What? What's your major then? Britta asked.

"Business," Abed said as he flipped through the papers on his clipboard. He looked up and said, "Garrett, send in the first one."

Britta shook her head and asked, "How many more business credits do you need to graduate?"

"Forty-two," Abed said.

A man walked into the gym and asked, "Is this where the marching band tryout is?"

"Oh, that's being held on the soccer fields," Troy said and pointed towards the door with his pen.

"Thank you!" the man said and left the gym.

Troy began to flip through the papers on his clipboard. He turned to Abed and said, "I told you audition montages were the Britta of montages."

Abed nodded and shrugged.

"Abed!" Britta crinkled her forehead, "You've only taken one business class? What was it?"

"Accounting."

"You took one business class, first semester of Freshman year?"

"Yeah," Abed nodded. He looked through the papers on his clipboard and said, "Garrett, send the next one in."

"Why don't you just change your major to film, so you can graduate and move on?" Britta asked.

"That was it!" Garrett yelled back.

"What do you mean that was it?" Troy asked.

Abed looked at Britta and said, "I can't. I'm supposed to graduate with a business degree."

"That was the only person who came," Garrett said.

"Why do you need a business degree?" Britta asked.

"How is that even possible? Do they know what the audition is for?" Troy asked.

"Of course they do!" Garrett said, "No one wants to be in your group! Even only as part-time members!"

"Falafel," Abed nodded, "My father wont let me change my major."

"But you have enough credits to graduate," Britta said.

"What? Why and how is that even possible?" Troy asked, "Do they know about all the awesome adventures we end up going on?"

"Or shenanigans?" Abed tilted his head at Garrett.

Britta rolled her eyes and sighed, "And the escapades? Do they know about those?"

"You're actually committing to the bit?" Troy looked over at Britta.

Britta shrugged and looked at her cellphone.

"No one wants to be in your group! Especially after what you did to Buddy and Todd and Kevin and Annie Kim and-"

"Okay, we get the point," Britta said.

"We need a new plan," Abed said. He rose from his seat and looked down at Britta and Troy, "Meet me in the study room in two hours."