AN: Sorry that it took me such a long time to update and thank you for returning to read. I can't tell you anything other than life happened

Chapter Two

Britta stared before her at the man she wasn't truly sure she could call an educator. Well, this man was more of a teacher than she was a psychiatrist. She laughed a little as she listened to his question. "Have I seen Jeff?" she asked before shaking her head. "No. I mean, come on, why would I have seen him? It's not like I get tangled up in whatever he's doing all the time."

"I suppose so," Dean Pelton said as he took out his phone, "You and Jeff certainly do have different levels of activity in your social media presence."

"Only because I'm too hip to be on social media," Britta scoffed still feeling as if she had a bright light shone into her eyes. She blinked quickly as the dean examined her. He shook his head before standing up and turning.

"I suppose I should be going then, it doesn't seem anything is going to happen in a place as drab as this," he waved his hand in the air not pointing at anything in particular. Despite the nineteen-year-old Winger she had in the backroom of her bar, she still felt a little insulted at the way that the dean was acting. Sure, she might not have such a huge crowd as others but she felt close to her regulars and proud of her decision. Who cared how proud her so-called parents said they were. She was living the life that she wanted and running her own business.

As she saw the dean leave, Britta took deep breaths before looking to one of her employees. "I'm just uh…gonna head to the baaack," she said as they gave her a look. What might, for most people, seem like a very obvious way of hiding a secret, for Britta it was a regular day not even getting a nod in response. Britta however felt that the sweat was drenching her. This secret was way too big for her to deal with.

Going into the backroom, Britta stared at the nineteen-year-old who was sitting there with his phone in his hand and blinked in shock. Even though she had just seen him, this was way too big for her to process and she stepped out of the room before going back in. Okay. This had to be some kind of like prank show that she was on. She knew Jeff Winger. She had slept with Jeff Winger, thank you very much. This boy, though he might have Jeff's level of maturity, there was not much of a chance that the two were the same person.

Apart from there were some weird occurrences in this world and she wasn't going to invest in a degree to figure out what those things were. She looked over the kid. Yes, he had Jeff's demeanor, his way of casually stretching out and looking like he just didn't care. He looked exactly like if some kid half of Jeff's age was doing a spot on impression of him.

"So," Britta said as she pulled back the chair that Jeff had placed his feet on. She sprayed and wiped it before sitting down. "What are we going to do here?"

"Beats me and I'm thinking that you definitely don't know any enchantments. Isn't it possible that there's some witchy stuff that you can do?" Jeff asked and Britta scoffed. "Isn't that what you Pagans or Vegans or righteous advocates or something are all about?"

Britta rolled her eyes. That was certainly saying something. She sighed before placing her hands down on her knees. "Who do you think I am?"

"I know who you are, Britta," Jeff said as he tucked his phone into his pocket, "thing is, do you know who you are? Do you even know how to help me without some psychological babble about how this is my juvenile nature manifesting in a physical form."

"Well tha-that," Britta nodded along, "but really, what type of woman did you sleep with who would want to curse you like this. Who did you blow off this time? You bang two babes at the same time or something, doesn't seem out of the realm of possible reasons."

"First of all, no. I've been…" Jeff coughed as he looked away, retreating into himself a little. "I've been spending some time working on my own problems. I mean, I felt like I connected with someone and I don't want to enter into a relationship until I've dealt with all of that. Then there's the stress. I mean, you must know what that word means, stress," he said deflecting the problem.

Britta sighed. She might have wanted to react to that if it was anyone else sitting here in front of her. Yet, even if she had felt close to Annie and Shirley, Jeff was the person she was closest with these days. He didn't make fun of the fact that she still adored Troy who was lightyears out of her league, he knew what her fears were and could comfort her about them, and she knew one thing he didn't want others to know. He had never gotten over Annie.

"You miss her," she said and Jeff rolled his eyes. "Listen to me, you're smart."

"Yeah," Jeff shrugged before rolling his eyes again, "but really even being the smartest of people at a place like Greendale is like the shallow end of smart. What are you saying? I should try to craft some miracle drug that will bring me back to the age it says on my birth certificate?"

Britta sighed and stood up, she walked over to the wall before returning to sit down opposite Jeff again. "You want to know what I think?" she asked and Jeff looked at her with raised eyebrows and an expression that asked her what the hell they were talking about otherwise. "What if this is your do-over. I mean, personally, if I got to live life as an eighteen year old again I would probably focus on what I know now and what I'd like to happen. I might even get really passionate about the world, swallow my pride, and join one of those activist groups. I might even do Teach for America."

"And America must be glad that you didn't," Jeff tried to joke but saw the intensity in Britta's eyes. As much fun as it was to listen to the Bagal-Queen, she was at least trying to help him with this very unforeseen problem.

Britta took a deep breath in before inhaling, counting to three, exhaling, and then repeating. "You know who we could really use here?" she asked as excitement filled her face. Jeff stared at her.

"I'm not sure but seeing you looking so manic like that is one of my personal fears," he said and Britta laughed.

"And seeing clothes hanging off of Jeff Winger who prefers to have everything tailor made for him is…much less of a buzzkill than I would have thought. You are pretty cute," she admitted.

"I don't think that us sleeping together would help now," he commented and Britta shook her head, rolling her eyes again.

"Think about which one of our friends would be able to help us with this," Britta said and Jeff looked up at her, "This type of thing happens in movies all the time and we have a friend who has the best knowledge of movies. I mean, we can at least see what he says."

Jeff looked at her with a confused expression, "You're asking Abed help with a major life changing event?" he asked skeptically. He sighed. "Well, I suppose this is a reverse-Big concept. I mean. How bad do I look? Would you even want to sleep with me when I'm like this?"

"Yuh-huh," Britta said and Jeff sat upright very quickly. "I mean, if I didn't know you."

Jeff sighed before getting out his phone. He looked through his contacts before selecting Abed and then started a message with him asking if he would be okay for a video call from him. He waited before seeing a reply to the text saying that they could talk in half an hour. He showed this to Britta. "I think I might just take a walk and be back."

"You're not just going to ditch me for whatever street walker you find out there, are you?" Britta asked skeptically. Jeff rolled his eyes before holding up his phone.

"I'll be back in time for us to talk to Abed," he said before going out into the street. He paled, his body stiffening as he saw the dean outside just pacing back and forth. Whereas he would usually be trying to pry the other man off of him by this time, it seemed this man didn't even recognize him. He was checking him out though.

Jeff pushed his hand through his hair. How was he ever going to get women to respect him if he was in the body of a nineteen-year-old.

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Annie stared at her phone at a picture that she had taken with Jeff. She knew that her life was better with her focused on the future but was it bad if your heart still drew you towards the past. No. It was a feeling of nostalgia and wanting to preserve these precious times between her and her friends. She had to move on from being a child. As harsh as it was for her to say it, if she had stayed with Jeff then she wouldn't have moved forwards with her life. Jeff couldn't give to her the life which she wanted and he knew it. She would try to find new people but she didn't think she could ever delete these pictures. She still wanted to think of him as part of her life.

"Hey," a very handsome man said as he approached Annie who was caught up in his smile, his Disney-prince type looks, his athlete type energy. "Are you sitting alone here? Can I buy you a coffee?"

"Yeah," Annie laughed before offering her hand to him, "What's your name? I'd like to know that before I accept your kind offer," she narrowed her eyes as she attempted to examine him. If anyone could dig up clues to this man's identity then she could.

"Chase," he said with a charismatic smile that made Annie tingle a little inside.

End of Chapter Two

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