Disclaimer: I still don't own anything

A/N: The characters will definitely be a lot different due to me either just randomly expanding (Britta and Jeff) or combining their characters with their actors (Troy, Annie, Abed). Though Shirley, the dean, and Chang will all remain the same. In general at least. So I unintentionally ended up doing a bottle episode with Jeff and Annie, and shit gets heated. I honestly have no plan for this story so it's just going up in the air. I really like writing it though, so it should definitely be continued. Thanks to my reviewers, I enjoy the CC, and I began to incorporate it into this chapter after I read the reviews. Peace out, girl scouts.

Camera fades in, with Annie sitting in the living room of her shared apartment, glaring at the TV. Troy and Abed are nowhere to be found.

Annie was angry. She had allowed her emotions to get the best of her, and now she was in a situation that would only end up in hurt feelings and heartbreak, for as invincible as her and Jeff appeared on the outside, they were both very far from it on the inside. She should've stopped before entering the classroom, maybe gone to a bathroom to make sure she looked okay before walking in, looking as if she had just been getting hot and heavy with the teacher. Who she was now assistant to. She let out an angry sigh as she grabbed her phone and began to text the object of her rage.

Hey Jeff, thanks for getting us into this mess! Now that we are in some sex competition that the whole school will be paying attention to, and we could be misconstrued as being in a relationship by your students, I am going to cash in on those things, and quell my rage by absolutely destroying you. You're going to be my bitch Jeff, and you're going to wear that label proudly by the time I'm done.

With her angry text sent, she set her phone down on the kitchen counter and tried to relax through meditation. Finding that she couldn't calm herself down through breathing exercises, she began an attempt at studying. However this had the effect of stoking the fires of her rage as she was reminded almost immediately of her transgressions with Jeff. Her only two relaxation tools were failing her. The only two she would readily admit to using at least. She had a third way to relax. One that was typically reserved for parties or special occasions. She walked into her room, and walked over to her desk. At her arrival she pulled open the drawer that on the right hand side and pulled out a small black device that had less width than her cell phone, was about as thin, and had a logo of four small leaves going out in directions opposite of each other. She then went into Troy's room in search of what would really bring her anxiety and anger levels down.

The moment Jeff could, he left Greendale and drove to his apartment as fast as was legally acceptable. He had been replaying the stupidity of his moves throughout the day, especially lunch and during his class with Annie. Putting her on the spot in the TA situation was something that he was not proud of, and her reaction was justified. But in his effort to retain credibility towards his students, he had seen her anger towards him as anything but justified, and he was just as snarky back to her, igniting something that he hadn't even slightly intended starting. However as the class went on, and she was indeed a good TA as he had hoped, his anger continued to lay inside him. With every snide comment she made about him towards the class during the lecture he had planned, the lecture that she flawlessly poked holes through, that anger rose. And when they had walked together to the cafeteria both had remained deathly silent. However once they were in the cafeteria his anger had erupted, causing him to get in an argument that was fueled by his rage and his raging hormones that he had either agreed to or proposed a challenge in which they attempted to seduce the other, and the first one to give in won. That was a mistake. Not only because he was not entirely sure that he could win, but also because he wasn't sure that he wanted to just have meaningless sex with Annie. Even though she had grown into a beautiful young woman, blossoming from the type A high-strung teenager she had been, he still felt the slightest bit of over-protectiveness towards her. She was formidable, he knew that. However she was also special to him, with her blue eyes that hadn't lost their warmth over their three years apart, and the smile that lit up his day whenever he saw it. He let out a sad sigh. Now he was going to have to try and talk her out of being involved in this challenge. And considering the text that she had sent him, she was not going to be very receptive to this idea. With great deliberation he had finally succeeded in typing something into the text message box that he thought would have the best chance at bringing her down. That's when he got the second text from her.

Annie was happy. She had found Troy's stash, and she had ground some up and put it into her Pax, and she had promptly smoked some of it. After her third pull, she had mellowed enough to see that maybe she had overreacted just the tiniest but. Nine pulls, and a refill later, and she was giggling on the floor, phone in hand, bag of animal crackers laying haphazardly besides her.

Hey, Jeff. Im sorry I was being such a buttnugget earlier. I totally overreacted. Though that was a dick move on your part, I shouldn't have been sooo tightly strung about it. Hahaha. Im so hungry, Jeff come over and bring Chinese food. I promise I won't try and seduce you. What a funny word. Seduce. Hahahaha.

Satisfied with her follow up text, she began to munch on some more of her favorite snack food, muffled giggles escaping from her food-filled mouth at irregular intervals. Twenty minutes later and she heard a knock on her door, as she walked to the door she took one final pull from her vaporizer, stowing it in her pocket for later use. When she opened up the door she was greeted by the sight of Jeff Winger, Greendale's most eligible bachelor and her best friend, standing outside her apartment holding a brown paper bag of Chinese food. "Can I come in" he questioned her. She let out a small laugh as she stepped out of his way, allowing his entrance into her apartment. "Just set it on the table, and I'll get plates, and then we can eat" happily cheered Annie, her tendency to be clean shining through even with her slightly addled state of mind. As she retrieved the silverware from one of the cabinets in the kitchen, Jeff looked around the apartment, noting all of the major events that had happened for him since the last time he had visited Casa Trobed. He had gone from being a down and out lawyer, to being the head of the most successful practice in the western portion of Colorado. Then he had lost the biggest case of his life, he was defending a young politician, a good man with good intentions who had been framed for murder. Jeff was set to win. He had won over the jury, made sure that there was no new evidence, that all the witness testimonies were in order. He had made sure that his good guy client with good guy intentions knew that he would be getting off. Or so Jeff had thought. On the last day of the trial, when the verdict was to be announced, his client had brought a gun into the courtroom. He fired multiple shots, most at the prosecution, though in his heightened emotional state he was unable to shoot with total accuracy and had shot Jeff in the shoulder. All hell broke loose as the court officers attempted to restrain the politician, and paramedics rushed in from the main doors, checking on all those in the line of fire. The prosecutor was dead within five minutes, a jury member was fatally wounded and died in the hospital three days later. Jeff was on the brink. The bullet had pierced the bone in his shoulder, and had cut through one of his veins. He didn't remember much of the experience except for that it hurt, and that in what he thought were his last moments he had wished that his friends were there. Just so that he could apologize for all the ways he had wronged them in the past. The next thing he had remembered he was in the hospital, and his mom was there, assuring him that everything would be okay and that the doctors had done a great job, allowing him to keep his arm. After that, business went down, and his firm went under, then he went back to Greendale and suddenly he was doing what he was meant to do, be with his family.

While he was reminiscing about the past three years, Annie had started to eat the Chinese food, and she had already finished more than her fair share of their shared dinner. Coming out of his inner turmoil, Jeff noticed this and acted fast, grabbing what was left of the various dishes, and leaving his friend with the boxed rice. As he began to take in the aroma of the Chinese food in his arms, he noticed another very distinct smell. "Annie, have you been… Smoking" Jeff asked, shocked. "Just a little, I mean you were stressing me out so much and I couldn't study because it reminded me of you, and I couldn't do my breathing exercises very well, so I just had a little bit" she replied in between bites, small bits of rice spraying at Jeff with every word. He was shocked, here was this woman whom he very much admired, one of the only other than himself that he could honestly say that about, and he had driven her to smoke.

While Jeff was berating himself on the inside, Annie was still happily munching away at her rice on the outside. After a moment of quiet, Annie had grown tired of the silence and did something to change that.

"I'm back on Adderall"

"What!?"

"Yup! I have been for five months now! And it has been awesome!"

"Annie, why!? Adderall ruined your life!"

"I needed to focus! And they were easy to get with my job and all, and I wanted to prove that I could use it again without becoming addicted! And it has worked!"

"Annie, it hasn't worked if you're still on it!"

"Hahahaha, I'm kidding Jeff! I would never go back on Adderall! It'd be like Luke Skywalker joining Darth Vader, totally makes sense, and is a more drama-filled plot point, but it just wouldn't be right."

Jeff had gone from mildly surprised, to deeply concerned, to slightly annoyed in the span of a relatively short amount of time. Though he wasn't truly upset with her, he couldn't be. She wasn't used to smoking and with her body size, even the smallest amount of weed would have had a major effect on her. He sighed.

"Listen, Annie" he began, but was cut off by a quick, chaste kiss from the woman he had begun to address. She giggled. He was stunned. He didn't even care about how upset he should've been, all he cared about was how good the kiss, however quick and meaningless, had felt. He almost went to kiss her back, until he remembered their bet.

"Why'd you kiss me" he questioned, anger slightly coming out in his stoic voice

"You were going to get all serious on me, and serious is like, the opposite of not serious, so I stopped you!" was her enthusiastic reply.

"Okay, Annie. Whatever you say. I should probably head on home" he noted.

"Jeff, stay! We can watch movies, and talk, and hang out. It'll be like old times when we were best friends! Please?" she added, Disney eyes in full effect.

"Fine, I suppose it couldn't hurt if we watched a few movies" he hesitantly answered.

Annie popped in a Blu-Ray disk of Star Wars: A New Hope, and led Jeff over to Abed's recliner, where she sat him down, then sat on his lap. Before Jeff could even begin to complain, Annie had snuggled up into his shirt, letting out a soft sigh and breaking down Jeff's defenses. As the movie wore on, the two became more and more comfortable, eventually both just falling asleep in the recliner, her head on his chest.

A few hours later, Jeff woke up, Annie still lightly snoring on top of him. He smiled down at her, before realizing what he was doing and attempting to wake her up. After a few unsuccessful attempts, the tall ex-lawyer picked the sleeping brunette up, and set her back down on the recliner as he went to go get a drink from their alcohol cabinet. Arriving in their kitchen and grabbing a bottle of scotch along with a paper cup that he reluctantly was forced to use, he made his way back to the living room, where a now fully awake (and more sober) Annie awaited him.

"Hey" she embarrassedly greeted him.

"Why, hello there sleeping beauty" he responded with his typical brand of Winger charm.

"Not looking too bad yourself there, handsome. Care to share some of what you've got there? I know you didn't plan on having a drink without me" she fired back with as much self-assurance as the man standing before her seemed to possess.

"I'm willing to admit that the thought crossed my mind, if you're willing to pour the drinks" he responded with a grin, falling into a rhythm that he and Annie shared.

"Gotcha, Winger. So you up for some long talks over alcohol? Troy is doing a show and Abed is filming for it" she answered, her small smile never leaving her face.

"Of course, Milady. What would someone as lovely as you, want to talk to someone as unsavory as me" questioned Jeff, voice low, sending shivers down Annie's spine.

"Why did you come over" she began her line of questioning.

"Maybe I just wanted to spend some time with my favorite 26 year old" he slyly replied. Her subsequent glare made him remedy his answer. "I wanted to talk about the competition thing that we now have going on" he honestly divulged.

"Hmm. And why would you do that, exactly? I'm not backing out, so you can't either. So you might as well get used to the idea of there being an us, Jeff. I don't exactly plan on losing this either, and when I win, you're going to be mine. We both know you want it, it's childish that it hasn't happened yet. Not to mention extremely frustrating. You have no idea how many guys I've had sex with only to be disappointed by their lack of.. ability. And that they aren't you." She monolouged, her last sentence being added as a mere afterthought.

"I think I have some idea the number" he replied, shell shocked.

"Oh, so you're finally willing to admit that you've wanted to get with me, but now you can't. Unless you're willing to lose so easily, which I don't think you are. So, Milord, do you plan on losing and ravaging me right now, which we both want, or do you want to drag this out, with the same results? If you give in now, I will keep the cute couple stuff to a minimum" she added, her remarks scathing, although accurate.

"Oh really now, the cute couple stuff will be kept at a minimum? How about we accept that you want this as much, if not more, than I do. And I willingly held out for years, this will be the first time you've known that I want you. Believe me, the temptation will be painful. Agonizing even. I'm used to it. You are not. We will see who wins, Milady" Jeff replied, moving so close to her with every word, that by the time he had finished he was almost kissing her, and his voice had lowered to the point where every syllable made her shiver in anticipation.

Harboring less self-control, as Jeff predicted, Annie closed the minuscule gap between their lips, and a rather heated session of lip-locking began. After a half-hour of enjoying each other's company, and hands getting involved, Annie began to drag Jeff to her room. Once outside her door the suave 30 year old pulled away, receiving a pout from his younger friend.

"Jeff, I swear to whatever powers there be that I will seriously contemplate hurting you if you don't get into this room right now" said the brunette through gritted teeth.

"This is what it was like, every day, for three years. Every single time our eyes met in the study room, every single time we had one of our little moments. You wonder why I could never study in that room, look no further than yourself, Milady. And now, I'm going to make you go through this. Just like I had to. I can wait a few more weeks, but can you" he finished, his eyes belying how hard this was for him too.

And with that, he left her in her apartment, in a much worse mood than when he arrived. Though she did feel sympathy for him, after all, if this is what she could do to him in sweatpants and a T-shirt, she could only imagine the amount of willpower he held to not just jump her whenever they were together at Greendale. She decided that tomorrow, she would promptly resume making out with him. Just because they couldn't sleep together, until he gave in, didn't mean that she couldn't begin convincing him to be something more than what they were. With that thought, she walked into her room, slightly dejected, but immensely more excited for the days ahead.

Camera fade to black. Fin