A/N: This chapter is based off a request from kbsaysthings on tumblr: "Can you do a Troy x Britta fic where Troy tries to sneak Britta into the apt at night without Annie or Abed finding out. And, Annie and Abed hear them but they think it's a break in or something?"
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*THUD*
Annie's eyes shot open. That sounded like it'd come from the door. She stiffened, adrenaline banishing any lingering cobwebs from the corners of her mind. She strained her ears, listening.
She heard footsteps inside the apartment.
Thieves, Annie thought, her eyes widening. Slowly, soundlessly, she reached under her bed and tightened her fingers around the grip of her baseball bat. She made another notch in her mental "Annie was right" tally. She knew she shouldn't have let Troy and Abed talk her out of bringing her gun with her to the apartment.
She tiptoed up to the door of her room, pressing an ear to the polished wood. Whoever was out there wasn't doing a very good job of staying quiet. She heard stumbling noises, and another, softer, quieter thud. They must not have been very good burglars if they were making all that noise. Drug addicts, probably, looking for a way to make a quick score. But, hold on, were they… giggling?
And then a much more likely reason why she would have been woken at 3:30 in the morning by noisy interlopers dawned on her. She stood, all attempts at stealth abandoned, and wrenched her door open in time to hear one of the thieves moan, "I'm going to give you such a good blowjob," into the other theif's ear as she straddled him on the couch.
Troy and Britta sprang away from each other when Annie flicked the lights on. Britta was wearing a stunning red dress, a black suit jacket draped over her shoulders. Troy's dress shirt was half unbuttoned, and Annie guessed that the tie draped over the end-table lamp was probably his.
"Aaah!"
"Jesus!"
"It's three thirty in the morning!" Annie thundered at them. They both squinted at her, shielding their eyes from the new unexpected light source. Annie could smell the alcohol from the other side of the room.
"Maybe you shouldn't shout that so loud then?" Britta asked hopefully. Then she started giggling again. It quickly spread to Troy, and they collapsed against each other in a fit of restrained, snickering laughter.
"Are you high?" Annie asked, incredulous. They kept laughing at her. The door of the blanket fort opened and Abed stepped out into the common area.
"Good morning," he said, tiredly. He yawned. "What's going on?"
"Abed!" Troy said adoringly.
"Annie, why are you holding that bat?" Britta asked suddenly, pointing a good 10 degrees to the right of Annie's weapon.
"I thought I was stopping a robbery!"
"Uh, why would Troy steal from his own apartment, Annie?" Britta demanded.
"Yeah, that's messed up," Troy said, sounding genuinely hurt for a moment, but he quickly broke and had to hide his grin.
"Obviously I didn't think it was you two, you idiots!" They started laughing at her again. She felt anger swell up in her chest, and she actually almost raised the bat menacingly, fed up with their stupid jokey antics. But then Abed laid a hand on her shoulder.
"I take it Britta's reunion didn't end well?" Abed asked. Britta stopped giggling and her face fell. Troy put an arm over her, squeezing her to him.
"No," Troy said, eventually, after it was obvious Britta wasn't going to say anything. "There was kind of a… thing… with a guy… We don't need to get into it." He rubbed Britta's shoulder. "We had a blast after we ditched it though!" he added, and she smiled at him.
"Why didn't you go to Britta's place, where there is nobody to wake up?" Annie asked in a sweeter, more calm voice.
"Annie, I am not going to lie to you: it's because cab faire back to here was a lot cheaper," Troy said. He grinned. Annie glared at him. "Sorry," he mumbled, scratching the back of his head.
"Yeah, sorry for waking you up, Annie," Britta said. "We really were trying to be sneaky."
"Well you guys are bad at it," Annie told her, but her tone was genuinely affectionate now.
"Okay, well," Abed said. "Dilemma solved. I'm going back to bed." And then he was gone back into the blanket fort.
"Night, Abed!" Annie called after him. "Well, guys, I think I'm going to go back to bed too so-" she said as she turned back towards them, pausing midsentence in shock when she saw that they'd somehow managed to entangle themselves into a full on make-out session in the three seconds she'd had her back turned. "Guys! Take it to Troy's room! Gross!"
After she'd shooed them out of the common area and ensured that there we be no blowjobs given or received on the couch she regularly sat on, Annie returned to her room, placing her bat back into its place under her bed and tucking herself in. Her thoughts turned to the solitary boy in the blanket fort. She fell asleep wondering what he was thinking about.
