Yeah, so having written this chapter I can safely say there will only be one, maybe two more. I don't really go in for long fics.

So this chapter is more of the same, lots of italics, stereotypes, people being harsh on Britta etc. etc.

Brownie points of you know which Doctor Who episode I'm referencing in the first section :P (answers in the next chapter)

"Dude, I'm just saying, he's been fighting those things for like a bajillion years. If he got the opportunity to save all his time and save some other people, he would take it."

The members of the group already in the study room could hear Troy's voice before he appeared in the doorway, closely followed by Abed, with whom he seemed to be arguing.

"Okay," replied Abed, going to his seat. "Firstly, you're logic is faulted. He wouldn't be able to change his own timeline, he would have just switched universes. Secondly -"

"Let's just ask Annie," interrupted Troy, also sitting down. They both turned towards her.

"Okay, so let's say the Inspector got the opportunity to go back in time to when the blorgons were created. I think he would wipe them out while it was doable, you know?"

Pierce smirked. "Doable." Everyone ignored him.

"Destroying the blorgons completely goes against the Inspector's character. We're told throughout the show that the blorgons have affected the furthest reaches of the cosmos. They're existence is highly significant, to the extent where it would be impossible to tell what the universe would be like without them. Other planets could have formed alliances against the blorgons, which would otherwise be warring. It'd be too much of a risk."

"Guys, I'm really sorry to interrupt, but can we actually study today? Doctor Kane said we might have a test, so we're going to have a test." Britta came to Annie's rescue.

"Well where's Jeff?" asked Shirley. "Is he sick?"

"He seemed fine last night when he was helping me with my American Studies diorama," frowned Annie. She lowered her voice. "You don't think he's skipping the test, do you?"

Britta rolled her eyes. "He's fine, he's just being childish cos we had a fight last night." Everyone glared at her. "…What?"

"Your and Jeff's relationship is messing with the dynamic of the group again."

"What? Abed -" She shook her head. "Just… c'mon guys, biology. Studying."

Annie leaned across the Biology table. "Britta," she hissed, "it is one minute until the bell and if Jeff doesn't show up soon then we are going to have a serious conversation."

"Wha?" Britta turned to Troy next to her for support, but he was nodding in agreement at her, so she just frowned hugely and looked over her notes again. What if he really was sick? That wouldn't be her fault, right? Dammit, he'd better show up now.

The bell rang. Annie and Britta glanced at each other, then at the door. The door opened, and Dr Kane came in, followed by –

"Jeff!" cried Britta, relieved.

He didn't look at her. Not that she would've been able to tell if he did – he was wearing his aviators again. He took his place silently and stared at his lap while Dr Kane explained that they would indeed be having a test and proceeded to pass out the papers.

Jeff was aware that the entire group were watching him, and so before they had a chance to make awkward conversation, he sighed and took of his sunglasses. There was a collective gasp around the table. His left eye was heavily swollen with cut breaking through the side.

Troy leaned over to Britta. "What did you say you two were fighting about?"

"Troy, that wasn't me."

"Shut up, or you'll get a zero," called Dr Kane from the other side of the room.

Thank God there's a test, thought Jeff.

"Jeff? Jeff, wait up. Jeff." Britta grabbed his arm and he turned around, scowling.

"What." It was not a question.

She was practically panting. "Why'd you run out of class?"

"It was the end of the lesson?" This was a question. He seemed to have mixed up statements and questions when he got hit.

"Alright fine, what happened to your face?"

Jeff turned and began walking again. Britta followed him, persistently.

"Your boyfriend."

"What?" Britta stopped him again. "Ramsey? Ramsey did this?"

"Yeah, thanks to you," he said, aggressively.

"What? Jeff I'm sorry this happened to you, but this is not my fault." She paused. She raised her voice. "Actually, I'd just like to make a public announcement that not everything is my fault."

"Whatever," muttered Jeff, and slunk away.

"Jeff? Jeff, can I talk to you?"

"My God," he said, turning around to face Annie. "I am finally going home after a hellish day of people stopping me every five seconds. I am within 15 feet of the parking lot. Can't it wait?"

"I… Y-you've been avoiding us all day. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

Jeff sighed, and dropped his tense shoulders. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." He gripped the back of his neck. "Just dealing with some stuff. Thanks."

"Alright. I'm here if you wanna talk about it."

He nodded. She smiled. He looked at her expectantly, but she didn't say anything more. "Aren't you going to ask about my eye? Everyone else has."

She shrugged. "I figured if you wanted us to know what would happen, you'd tell us."

Before she knew it his arms were wrapped around her. "Thank you, Annie." He released her, and smiled for the first time that day. "I'm sure it will have all blown over by tomorrow."

"I hope so," she said, smiling too. Jeff walked away.

Annie smiled, pleased with herself, and went away to find Abed and Troy.

Jeff sighed with relief as he reached his car. Finally.

"Winger!"

Or not. He turned around to see Ramsey and his friends. "Oh, so you learned my name? That's cute. Now we can get each other matching personalised pencils."

"Shut up."

"I've been ignoring Britta all day, what's your problem?"

Ramsey smirked. "Yeah, but you sure do move on quickly."

"…Huh?"

"I saw you with that little slut just now. You tryna break Britta's heart, is that it?"

Jeff grit his teeth and tried to ignore that he called her a slut. "That's Annie. She's 20. And we're just -"

Ramsey grabbed him just as he had the night before and rammed him against the side of his car, bending his back over the roof. "You seem to have a lot of 'just friends', don't you, Winger?"

Yes, he thought, but said nothing. He let out a low, shaky breath. "Look, I don't… I-I don't wanna fight you." His eyes darted around, wondering why the hell no one had seen this.

"It's too late for that now." He let go.

Jeff briefly considered running, but discarded the idea when he realised this was his freaking car. He might as well prepare for a fight.

"Boys? You know what to do."

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