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Camera fades in from black, into an apartment with a blanket fort set up, an Indiana Jones boulder working diorama set up near the entrance, a kitchen, packed with beer and cabinets packed with liquors among other essentials. Camera goes into room where Troy is sleeping, there is a vaporizer on his desk, along with multiple note pads filled with lyrics and song ideas, and also on his desk is his iPhone 5s, plugged into his Apple Computer. A mac is stationed right next to his head as he sleeps. Camera goes into the blanket fort set up around a slightly secluded part of the apartment. Abed is asleep inside on the bottom bunk, multiple movie posters surround walls, along with a couple of pictures of Troy and Abed at film and music festivals around the country. Camera goes back out to the main part of the apartment, to go into the bedroom directly across from a large flat screen TV, three recliners, and multiple DVD cases stacked neatly. In the bedroom is a sleeping Annie, as the camera pans around the room, the walls are filled with pictures of seemingly random moment in everyday life, however there seems to be a theme with each wall. On one wall it is pictures of her in California, with men much bigger than her with tattoos all over their bodies. On another it is pictures of her in plays, or performances, one even of her in Los Angeles with her favorite actress Alison Brie. On the wall on which her mirror and desk reside are pictures of her and various members of the Greendale 7, or group photos. Some are taped to her mirror, but most are just tacked in on the corkboard that she has around the room. You can't see it under all of the pictures.

All was quiet at Casa Trobednie, the three inhabitants of said apartment were all sound asleep, dreams of the next day flowing through their not-as-young heads. Annie dreamt of her first few classes in forensics, Abed dreamt of the film class he would be taking, and Troy dreamt of the ladies he would find in some of his electives. For tomorrow would be their first day back on Greendale's campus as students since they had all graduated the first time. Each had already handpicked their outfits for the day, Abed and Troy doing so only at the requests (read: nagging) of their female roommate. Troy had settled on Computer Sciences as his major due to his newfound fascination with coding, falling in love with the art form after Abed had reintroduced him to Hilda; the program/AI that ran on Abed's phone constantly, serving as a Siri replicate with more functions and an almost emotional attachment to the user. Realizing that with the power to code he had the power to create anything he wanted on a digital plane, like a Dreamatorium but to levels he and Abed had never even thought of originally. He had also decided to minor in music theory, as he had started taking his and Abed's (and occasionally Annie's) rapping sessions more and more seriously as he realized that rap was a way he expressed himself and that he was good at it. Abed had decided to major in sociology, as he realized he had an odd way of constantly observing human behavior, and that a major that specialized in the origins of those behaviors would not only help him grow as a person but give him insight into ways to relate to, and understand, other people. While he had already grown considerably emotionally, even laughing at a few of Troy's more extreme antics, he wanted to flesh out his understanding even more. Particularly to help understand his pseudo-family even more than he already did. Annie had mellowed out since her original time at Greendale, at one point she had sex with Neil (who was no longer fat) when he thought that he was gay (to Madonna's erotica no less!), and had spent some time acting at the local theater. She had also become quite the seductress in her time away from Greendale, currently rivalling only one human being in the oldest art form, and that human being happened to be Jeff Winger. However she still maintained some semblance of her former self, as she spent one of her summers in Compton (,California) helping out in a gang and narcotics rehabilitation clinic. Her experiences in the crime ridden area that was Compton had only strengthened her resolve to major in forensics as Abed had suggested to her so long ago, due to her love of the field and the challenges that it provided. She would also be enrolled in the class that Jeff was to teach, due to the closeness that law and forensics had, and not because she just wanted another reason to see Jeff, as Troy so callously pointed out when she had brought it up with her two roommates. Though she was reluctant to admit that there was a part of her that wanted to see how the old Winger-charm stacked up against her new brand of seduction. Though all these thoughts were stowed away for later

Cut to small shady apartment across town. Inside the lone apartment bedroom is Britta Perry, laying under her sheets looking up at the ceiling. Her room is Spartan, just an alarm clock and a lamp on a nightstand/dresser. The closet is filled with clothing that is slightly revealing but not too much. Exit Britta's room to look around her apartment, a small kitchen is nestled in the corner, dirty dishes are piled high in the sink. A TV is located on top of her counter. There is a small couch in the other corner, but it is old and dusty. Camera re-enters Britta's room. She is still awake.

While those three were sleeping soundly, their blonde buzzkill of a friend was not. Britta's life had not gone as she had planned after leaving Greendale. She travelled around the western portion of the country for a few months, attending music festivals such as Burning Rock, film festivals such as Sundance, and visiting the occasional national treasure like the Grand Canyon. When she came back to Greendale, she found that all of her friends had moved on with their lives in a way, doing something that involved their degrees, and this incited in her a tiny pang of loneliness. She wanted to settle down and have a career and see her friends whenever she wanted to, not just whenever she happened to roll into town. So she got a job at the bar that she and Jeff used to frequent on L Street, and rented an apartment a few blocks from there. It was a shady neighborhood and her living situation was temporary. She hoped. 2 years and three months later and she was still hoping it was a temporary situation. Britta was relieved when Jeff called her back to Greendale, she saw it as a new chance for her to make something out of her life. Just as she had seen it back when she had originally attended Greendale. So she applied. And, of course, she was accepted. She had thought about what she would major in. She very much liked Psychology and she would've loved to have made a career out of it, but she knew that she wasn't good enough at connecting with people to become a therapist. So she decided not to pursue that, but to pursue a degree, and eventually a career, in public services. She was an activist, and she had often lamented on not doing more with that part of her for far too long. So with that in mind, and confidence in hand, she finally fell asleep, at 1:30 in the morning.

Cut to Shirley Bennett's cookie cutter home, with random nostalgic items plastered around her room, on her dresser and on her nightstand. She is soundly asleep, though she snores loudly

Shirley was sound asleep at 10 PM sharp that night, excited for the day ahead. She would be going back to Greendale, but this time it would be that so that she could get a career, not to chase a pipe dream of becoming the world's first brownie only tycoon. She would also appreciate the chance to be with her friends again, as she had become quite lonely over time without Andre or her boys there for her to be with. Her choice of major would be Education, as her mothering nature, children of her own, and enjoyment of long vacations made teaching the perfect field for her. She truly believed that God was giving her a second chance, and she was going to use that chance to put herself in a position to succeed in the long term. This was the time she would get it down, and when she was done, no more working as a secretary for Jeff's sleazy old law firm like she had been since her sandwich shop went down. With passion in her heart, Shirley Bennett slept soundly in her bed, ready to face a new day.

Cut to Jeff's apartment where he is pouring himself a glass of scotch from a ¾ empty bottle. He appears to be thinking about things beyond his glass as he casually sips at the drink. He stops sipping for five minutes after a few seconds, and just holds the glass in his hand, eyes showing how far away he truly is. However with a snap he is back, and he slams the rest of the glass and walks tiredly to his bed, where he promptly passes out

Jeff Winger was a womanizing, semi-sociopathic, and emotionally detached person. Or he had been 7 years ago. Meeting his study group changed everything for him, gave him true happiness, something he hadn't experienced since he had left his original home for college. Well, for a quick Colombian degree that was worth absolutely nothing in the states, but what were details anyways. Another example of his more lax attitude towards minor details about most things was how he couldn't exactly tell you how many glasses of scotch he had already had before the one that he was currently working on. That was an irrelevant detail. The important detail was that this would be his last glass, as he had to go into work tomorrow, his first day as a professor at his not-so-esteemed former school. Although he would never admit it to anyone else, Jeff was nervous. Even though he only had 5 classes throughout the week, one per day so that he had to show up every day, Annie was in his Monday morning class. The first class that he would ever teach, would contain the one reason that he didn't flunk out of Greendale. Not to mention the things that she did to him, intentionally or no, he had never met anyone that made him feel all the things that she could with a simple look, loathe as he was to admit it. Keeping it professional around her would be difficult, doubly so if there wasn't another attractive female student that Jeff could at least pretend to hit on. He knew that this would be more difficult now than it would've been when he graduated from Greendale; he had kept an ear out for tales of the remaining Greendale 7, and outside of Pierce, Annie was the one he heard the most about. Men at bars and clubs all over the area had coined her Greendale's premier female one-night stand, a title granted annually, for the past two years. And from what Jeff knew, he was still considered Greendale's premier male one-night stand, so he knew the level of flirtatious skill, sexual prowess, and endurance that title took to gain and maintain. He knew that tensions would be high. That sparks would fly. And with that thought, he took his last swig of scotch before walking to his bedroom, and passing out.

The next day. It is slightly cooler outside so some light outerwear is required. Young adults roam the campus walking about freely, on the quad, in the cafeteria. Cut to the library: Study Room F. Where all of our main characters our gathered.

It was 8 in the morning when the Greendale 7, minus Pierce who had been confirmed deceased over the summer (A/N: same cause of death as in the show, he just sold the stocks that he was going to give Troy, and spread the money evenly among each person, but he set up a trust fund for each, money they couldn't access until they were 60). They greeted each other with hugs, handshakes, and flirty looks. They then sat at their table, the Mark II, and Jeff let out a small sigh. "Well," he began "this is it guys. A new year. A new chance. A new us. Let's make the best of it so you can all graduate and become a professor like yours truly!" With that mini Winger-speech completed, the group began to chat for the first time in 3 years. However they were interrupted a few moments later by Jeff, who had slammed his hands on the table as he remembered something. "Professor!" He yelled, and began sprinting out the double doors that would put him perpendicular to the quad, Annie hot on his tail. "I wonder what that was about" remarked Britta.

Cut to Jeff and Annie, sprinting across the campus, they enter a building, not very tall, or particularly long. Breathing heavily, they stop outside their designated classroom

Jeff had made it to his classroom, Annie right behind him, however before entering they decided to try and act 'cool' with their lateness, so they took a moment to catch their collective breaths. At least until Annie couldn't take it anymore and decided to walk in, hair slightly tousled, blouse a little off kilter, skirt a little lower than she would've usually had it. This would not have been so bad, if Jeff hadn't walked in with her, looking just as disheveled. As soon as the class connected the, imaginary, dots, murmurs swam throughout the classroom. Jeff, realizing that he had lost all semblance of control and wouldn't regain it unless he did something drastic, made a decision that would impact both his, and Annie's, lives for the rest of the semester and beyond. "Annie, what are you doing in that desk?" he implored. "Jeff?" was her confused response. "Bring that up here. You're my TA, you don't have to sit in with the rest of the students" he continued. A look of pure shock was soon replaced by anger, as Annie marched up to the front of the classroom. "Jeff, may we please have a conversation in the hallway" she asked in a sickeningly sweet tone. "Of course honeybear" was his scathing reply. As soon as the door to the classroom shut, Annie began her whispering tirade: "What the fuck was that Winger!? TA!? What were you thinking? Just because we looked like we had just got done with a rather heated make out session-" "It didn't just look like it was a make out session, Annie" Jeff hastily interjected, "That's what my make out sessions look like, but that's not the point. The point is, that I am not going to be your TA!?" She finished. "Why not?" whispered back Jeff "You don't need this credit for your major, you'll learn all the material, you've probably already read the book and could teach the law part better than I could. But you couldn't teach the stuff that I'm good at, not because you aren't already some super charismatic and well liked human being, no pun intended, but because you haven't been in an actual courtroom before" he finished. "Ugh, fine" was her angry reply. "Oh and by the way, we looked like we had sex, considering that I'm the only one of the two of us with experience having sex on campus, I would know" he triumphantly offered. "That'll change soon enough, there are quite a few cuties in this class" she nonchalantly rebutted. "Now, let's get back to class, and don't you ever call me honeybear again" and with that, Annie Edison and Jeff Winger were co-teaching Greendale's inaugural Intro to Law class.

Cut to Troy and Britta, sitting at the picnic table behind the New Library (the basketball court where Troy and Jeff found the trampoline) in the midst of a conversation

"Britta, my stuff isn't ready yet. I swear I will show you some of it when it's done. How about I just write you something right now, will that tide you over" Troy asked his companion. "Yes, yes it would" she snidely replied. "Fine, give me a second, and it'll only be a poem, nothing like a rhyme or anything" he answered back. After a few minutes of small talk and joking around, Troy exclaimed "I'm done!" "Ooh, ooh, let me see" Britta excitedly responded. "Alright, here it is. It's called a strange forest: in a strange forest/ we made peace/ staring at each other in the saddest eyes/ swallowing guilt and innocence with fish and weed smoke/ lying in the cold refusing each other's warmth/ so we could talk about the world's weight behind her back/ and that weight left us…/ but left us stranded in this strange forest" he finished. Britta's mouth hung slightly open, shock evident in her eyes. "Oh my goodness, Troy, that was great! You have a real talent" she beamed at him. "Thanks" he shyly replied as he rubbed his neck awkwardly, as if he didn't know what to do with himself. And he didn't. He was conflicted. It was about her. It was about him. It was about them. He just didn't know what to do, with this woman who was the closest he had ever gotten to being in love with another person. That was not to say that he could not love, he loved Abed, Annie, Jeff, Shirley, coding, his music, but he was not in love with any of them. To be in love, you needed trust. And while he liked to think that he trusted all of them, he didn't. And he knew it. Because he didn't trust himself. However he knows that when he was with her, he almost did. She inspired so much good in him. So much of the stuff that he thought he didn't have. Stuff that he tried to find by building world after digital world. All in an attempt to replace the emptiness that had begun to gnaw at him. He was happy. He lived with his two best friends in the world. He had mellowed out a little, had found a sense his own style, knew what he wanted to do with his life. But he didn't have the fundamental piece that would let him enjoy it all. He didn't have fun at the parties that he, Annie, and Abed threw. The big ones. Where people would drink, and smoke marijuana, and have sloppy sex in the bathroom. He smoked a lot once marijuana became legal. At first just to see what it was like, but now it was a mix of force of habit and what it brought out in him. He acted happy when he was high. He had gotten to the point where the line between content and actually truly happy were blurred. And smoking redefined that line for him. So he did it. All of this ran through the formerly light hearted Troy's head as he and Britta locked eyes. And he was consumed with the want to kiss her. But he didn't. He couldn't. So he just laughed a little bit, and the moment was gone, so was the want. "Do you wanna hang out some time" he blurted out. "Like just casually, kinda just talk, ya know" he slightly backtracked. "Of course! Nothing like hanging out with my buddy Troy! Well, we need to get to Modern Dance right about now or we will be late. Does the no checking each other out rule still apply" she happily questioned. "Nah. It's not like we don't check each other out anyways" he replied, catching up to her. "True that!" She loudly exclaimed, seemingly giddy, though for what reason Troy could not tell.

Cut to flashback scenes of Abed's day, until we come to the present where he is eating at the cafeteria table in silence..

Abed had spent the majority of the first part of his day rushing around. First it was to get out of bed and into his handpicked outfit (graphic tee, blue cardigan with yellow and white stripe, and his khaki color corduroys). Then it was to be in the bathroom before Annie so that he and Troy could use it (Troy ended up only getting his dull yellow pants on before Annie was conscious enough to begin to want the bathroom). Next was to get into the passenger seat of Annie's car (music control and the back was too small for his long legs; Troy and his plain-white tee shirt that was so thin it was practically see through, the light brown with fluffy cotton on the inside, and the hat that reminds him too much of the classic sitcom jokester's hat). Then Annie rushed them to school (playing with her hair, a habit that Abed notes she only falls into when she is getting ready to try to impress someone). When they arrive at the library, Annie and Jeff suddenly rush off somewhere (He figures it is the class that Jeff teaches. He remembers it being in the mornings at 8 from when he considered taking it). He then rushed with Shirley to the Education department building (It was on his way to Sociology 101 and it was the opportune time to spend one on one time with Shirley, something that has rarely happened before in the past). He then continued to rush to his Sociology class (he did want to meet the professor first to see what type of semester he'd be having. One filled with nights spent going over material with Annie during group study sessions, and even moreso when they got home, or a class that was mostly applied work). When class was over he rushed off to lunch (he always rushed to lunch. Getting chicken tenders made life at Greendale as worth it as anything that wasn't his family did. And he liked the shout out to a point in time when he was the ruler. And mob movies, the genre he underappreciated the most). That was when his rush ended, as he picked a large booth for him and the study group, sat down, and began his lunch in peace.

The cafeteria doors bang open off camera, soon Jeff and Annie are seated with Abed, who gives a casual greeting to each though does not do much more than that as he can see that both are visibly upset at the other.

It was short-lived as he was soon joined by Jeff and Annie who seemed to be furious with each other, in their own 'will they, won't they' way. As much as Abed would've liked to observe their facial expressions, body language, and their common tells (Jeff's was that he played with different fingers on either hands corresponding with his mood. Annie's was how she played with her hair.), but he did not want to unintentionally impede on their right to privacy. So he continued to eat in silence while his companions fumed at each, matching glares plastered on their faces. This continued until Britta, in an oddly good mood, and Troy, in one of his more introspective moods, sat with them. "How're you guys doing?" the blonde woman cheerily asked. That was when the proverbial shit hit the proverbial fan. "Britta, I'm very upset at the moment because someone among us was so inconsiderate that they made me a TA in a class that I was taking for no other purpose than to save face in front of his students. Not to mention that he was saving face from the perception that he and I had just banged in a supply closet on the way to our class" Annie raged. "Woah, calm dow-" Britta began, but Jeff cut her off "Oh, I'm sorry that you actually will have to put your extensive knowledge to use for an entire class, I saw that you had a talent, and we were in a situation where your talent could really help us down the line. Are you mad that I felt like I had to save face from having sex with you? Because I didn't. Believe you me, Edison, I know all about your reputation. I know how most men can only dream of sleeping with Greendale's finest. You may be mad that I'm not bowing down to you just because you suddenly got good at sexualizing yourself, but you're not the only one with a penchant for doing that! In case you forgot, I'm the other part of Greendale's finest, the best lay a lady can get, if they meet the qualifications. But you can't handle a guy who isn't putty in your hands!" With that rant everyone in the cafeteria was looking at them, including Shirley who had just entered. That was when Annie Edison, riding her righteous anger, offered a wager. "Fine Jeff, if you're so great at getting women to have sex with you, how about we make a deal? You and me, whomever gives in and decides to fuck the other first loses. There are no rules, except for no using other people to make the other one in the competition jealous. Sound good to you Winger?" she finished. "Damn right it does" said Jeff, shaking the hand that she had offered to him. And with that, Greendale was in the midst of its first ever, sexual war.

Camera zooms out and fades to black