Prompt: "It's summer break, and that means vacation time! Unfortunately, something goes wrong along the way."

A/N: Some spoilers for S4 as it features the return of a season four-only character.

"How many times do I need to tell you? I booked two rooms, adjoining. You have us in a single suite." The hotel attendant smiled apologetically at Jeff's words.

"I know, Mr. Winger, but your reservation says it's for a single deluxe suite. I'll find the manager and you can discuss it with him, okay?" Jeff nodded tiredly and attempted to relax his tense shoulders as the clerk walked quickly away. He returned barely a moment later, a larger man trailing in his wake and Jeff squinted as he tried to place his face.

"Mr. Winger," The man smirked and, if Jeff was right, winked as he said his name. "I understand you booked two adjoining rooms and ended up with a single deluxe suite?" Jeff nodded. "Mmm, I'm sorry but according to the system, your reservation is for the deluxe suite - I would be happy to upgrade you to the adjoining rooms but there are none available." He looked down at the screen in front of him again. "In fact, there aren't even any single rooms available - we're at capacity - a highschool reunion, a business conference and a fan convention."

And that was all it took for it to finally click for Jeff. The man in front of him had worked at the hotel that hosted the Inspector Spacetime convention that the study group had attended a year ago! Andy or something. Jeff groaned which prompted the manager, Randy, Jeff noted according to his nametag, to speak again.

"Sir," He looked around and, realizing the attendant had moved out of earshot, suddenly his whole demeanour changed. "I know that you and Mrs. Winger were having some... Problems last time I saw you. I think having separate rooms was part of the issue and I know it's not my place to interfere but I didn't realize we'd be so packed this weekend. I'll comp room service and some spa services as an apology. Maybe you could take this time to really work on your marriage?" Jeff took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, willing his blood pressure to drop as he stared blankly at the over-invested hotel manager.

"Sure, okay. Whatever." He finished checking in then stalked over to Annie who was sitting on the couch in the lobby half-asleep. "C'mon, Sleeping Beauty, time to wake up." He nudged her with his knee, one arm clutching his bag and the other scratching at his neck, heart stuttering as she murmured his name. Oh no, nothing else could possibly go wrong this weekend as he shared a room and a bed with Annie. Nothing at all. Jeff pulled at his collar with his free hand and wondered silently if that strangely hot sensation was the fires of hell or just his imagination. He looked down at Annie, once again, and immediately noticed her chest, tanktop stretched tight and sliding lower with each breath.

This weekend was going to be one hell of an affair.

"Hmm?" Her half-awake response had his attention jerking back to the present.

"We've only got one room because it turns out, one of those guys from the convention works here now and thought our marriage could be saved by sharing a room." Annie blinked slowly as she tried to process the explanation. Unsuccessfully, as it turned out.

"What?"

"Let's go, I'll explain in the room."

"So, we have to share a room for the weekend?" He nodded. "Because there aren't any others available and Britta and Troy are now in one room and Abed is refusing to share or open the door to his room to anyone." He nodded again. "Okay."

"You're taking this pretty calmly." She shrugged at his words.

"Why freak out? I'm tired, we're both adults and last time I shared a hotel bed, I was stuck with Britta, and she kicked me all night." She gave him a wan smile. "Abed says you sleep like a rock." Jeff's brow furrowed, unconvinced.

"What about pretending to be married?" He winced as the words came out, hoping against hope that he hadn't just torpedoed any good will between them. He was surprised, instead, to see a tired smile accompany the gentle eye roll.

"I don't think we have much of a choice in that regard this time, Jeff. Besides," She looked around the room, suddenly shifty-eyed and voice high-pitched with nervous guilt, "I didn't bring any of my stuff to pretend to be married to you."

"You have stuff?" His incredulous question was met with wide, surprised eyes. She cleared her throat, mistake realized a second too late.

"Well, Jeff," Her voice was indignant and Jeff was impressed despite himself at her ability to turn his outrage into defensiveness. "Isn't that obvious? If I'm pretending to be married to you, I need fake stubble and… Loud, showy underwear, don't I?"

"Wait." His pause didn't deter her from picking at the bedspread fitfully and it took less than a minute for him to process what had caught his attention in the first place. "You said you hadn't brought your stuff to pretend to be married to me." She met his eyes, innocent expression and doe eyes in full effect while his mouth dropped open, his ego deeply offended. "What the hell, Annie!"

"What!" She slapped the bed in exasperation. "Jeff, you're upset if I pretend to be married to you, you're upset if I don't? What, now I'm not allowed to pretend to be married to anyone?"

"No, it's just… I mean. C'mon. I mean, I'm… Readily available this weekend." He pouted. "So who was it?" She sighed, lips pursed. "If we have to pretend to be married this weekend anyway, shouldn't I get to know who you were planning to cheat on me with?" She rolled her eyes but Jeff saw it the second she gave in.

"Fine. I was going to pretend to be married to…" She bit her lip, guilt and fear written clearly across her face, before whispering the name, "Rich."

The silence was deafening.

"There is no way in hell you are leaving me for Rich, that goddamn creepy doctor. We are going to have the best fucking marriage ever. And the best fucking sex. And the best fucking kids. In the best fucking house with the nicest fucking car. You understand me, Annie? " He punctuated each declaration with a stab of his finger and ended with a pointed glare until she nodded.

Technically, they only crossed off one of Jeff's goals that weekend but given how much time they had devoted to meeting it, Jeff was willing to delay on, well, everything in favour of more sex. Annie, as it happened, heartily agreed.