A/N: Continuing the fanfic. I'm hoping to complete the story within the week or so. Reviews are nice but only if you want to.
Britta sat across from Abed Nadir, her strange yet television trope savvy friend. It was her weekly therapist practice appointment with him and she felt a bit rusty. Ever since she started seeing Professor Duncan, she hadn't been able to focus on her school work. Even Abed started to notice.
"I know you're Tom Hanks in Castaway and I'm Wilson but I've noticed you've been talking less about yourself and actually focusing on me," Abed looked Britta in the eyes as he spoke monotonely.
"Isn't that how it normally goes?" Britta asked, pushing her fake hipster glasses up her nose.
Abed tilted his head sideways and focused his glaze on the wall behind Britta,"Not really. As much as you want to think you're a good therapist, you normally just talk about yourself. I mostly listen because I've noticed you become less psychotic or 'Britta'-y after each session."
"So you're saying that you're the therapist and I'm the patient," Britta's nose was now in her notebook, scribbling away.
"Usually but something's happened," Abed's head tilted back to Britta and he met her glaze once more,"You've changed. You're actually less Britta but still Britta. Like season one Britta before you slept with Jeff. A Britta with a purpose instead of a plot device."
"Hurtful but I'll allow it," Britta gritted her teeth at Abed's brutal honesty. She knew he was never one to hold his tongue and that's one of the reasons she picked him to be her patient. That and the fact that he was an abnormality. But a logical, lovable one.
"Stay with me on this," Abed pulled out a notebook of his own and started writing down words,"It was if you were just a means to an end. You were the butt monkey of the group. A Jerry from Parks and Recreation. A simple comedy trope. Even Pierce had more character development than you before he died."
"Abed!" Britta gasped but then whispered,"Respect the dead."
Abed held up his notebook which now showed two columns: 'Season 1 & Season 5 Britta' and 'Season 2 – 4 Britta'. Below where words like: caring, annoying, passionate, the worst, the best, Britta.
"As you can see," Abed gestured to the Season 1 & Season 5 column, "You've changed. You've turned into what appears to be a real person again instead of a two dimensional background character. The good and bad in you finally balance out. You're complex. Unpredictable. I'm intrigued yet scared."
Britta took the notebook from the TV fanatic and placed it onto the table,"I haven't changed. And if I did, nothing bad will happened." Britta rubbed Abed's hand to express her sincerity. She knew that one slight change could throw Abed into a frenzy. And now with Troy gone, sailing around the world, she had to be extra careful.
Before Britta could say another word, Jeff burst through the doorway. His hair was messy giving the impression that he had ran his hands through it several times or rolled around in his sleep.
"Britta. You. Me. Outside. Now," the words were laced with sorrow and anger.
He didn't continue the conversation but instead walked out of the room leaving Abed and Britta deeply bemused. They shared confusing looks, hoping it wasn't anything too bad.
"I don't like the sound of that," Abed started,"It could be a new subplot thrown in this season. Something dark but not Darkest Timeline dark. Maybe Tim Burton dark."
"It'll be okay, Abed." Britta gathered her belongings quickly,"I promise."
Britta didn't know what was going on or if she could even keep the promise she made to Abed. Jeff did look pretty pissed off but she haven't done anything to trigger that reaction out of him. She didn't make fun of his hair or the fact that she thought he sucked at sex. She hadn't even picked a playful argument with him since last week. And that argument she won. Cats are better than dogs.
Closing the door behind her, Britta made sure to keep herself close to it. If Jeff had lost his mind and became physical, she could run away. She knew Jeff wasn't the violent type but living in New York made her realize that no matter the relationship you have with a person, they could always hurt you.
"Jeff..." Britta asked with concern and fear,"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?!" Jeff was pacing back and forth, his thoughts racing with every step.
"Yea..." Britta replied,"What's wrong?"
Jeffery Winger stopped in his tracks, placed his hands onto his face and slid them down dramatically before stopping midway. "Britta, answer a question for me," Jeff spoke through his fingers,"Are you seeing Duncan?"
A bolt of electricity was sent through Britta's body. Professor Duncan said Britta could trust him. She thought he'd never tell a soul, especially not Jeff.
"Britta, the answer is no right?" Jeff spread his fingers so he could peek at her face for a reaction,"Right?"
"Well.." Britta's voice was weary and weak. She played with her hair, trying hard not to look at the mad man that stood before her,"The group was just so emotional since Troy left and I couldn't talk to you so-"
"So you're dating Duncan?!," Jeff finally brought his hands down from his face,"I know that I've been a horrible person but I'm a better choice than Duncan. Hell, I could have changed. You didn't have to go out with some fashion faux pas loser."
"Jeff Winger, I can do whatever I damn well please because I am a human," Britta finally fought back,"I have needs that should be fulfilled. Wait-what?"
They both stood in silence, eyeing each other. During Jeff's rant, Britta was so focused on planning on what to say in her defense that she haven't actually heard what he was saying until now.
"So wait.. You thought I was dating Duncan?" Britta broke the silence by laughing. Not a fake laugh like Shirley or Annie did in a crisis like this but a real laugh. "Why would I date him? He's my teacher and ew gross."
"So you're not seeing Duncan," Jeff sighed in relief but then quickly tried changing the subject,"Hickey is drawing more of those duck cartoons and-"
"Why did the thought of Duncan and I dating bother you?" Britta asked curiously,"As a licensed psychologist, you have to tell me or I'll figure it out."
"One, you lack a PHD," Jeff informed her nonchalantly,"and two, even the thought of you guys dating bothered you."
"Yeah but it bothered you first," Britta replied back immaturely.
"Not uh," Jeff leaned on the wall and brought out his phone. To avoid any further deep meaningful conversation, he pretended to text someone.
"But I am seeing Duncan," Britta picked a piece of cat hair off her jacket and flicked it into the air.
"Explain" Jeff continue to take text his imaginary friend. He was happy that Britta either didn't catch that he said he was a better choice than Duncan or that she was ignoring it.
"I started seeing Duncan for help in psychology. I know it's against school policy for a student and a professor to have that kind of a relationship but he's now my...therapist."
"Britta, you do know that telling your secrets to that pervert seems a bit weird."
"Yeah.. He did kind of volunteer for the job and he doesn't want payment."
"That does sound weird," Jeff slid his phone in his pocket and returned his full attention back to Britta,"By the way, Creepy McPervert was bragging to me about your evening plans. Sounds like you have a hot date." Jeff was teasing but it killed him that he didn't know all the details.
"Not a date," Britta motioned for Jeff to lean his head forward so she could straighten his messy hair,"He suggested we try to hold one of our appointments in a more social environment. He said it would be good for me."
"And what social setting did he pick?" Jeff questioned as the tiny blonde tinkered away at his hair.
"I picked it. He wanted to go to some fancy place that would probably break my wallet," Britta was trying to make Jeff's bangs stand but it was difficult without his commercial brand moose," We're going to the Red Door at 8 pm."
"Sounds fun," Jeff said sarcastically before standing upright once more,"Now if you excuse me, I have some office hours to attend to." Jeff gave her his signature Winger smile before turning on his heels and heading back to his office.
Britta remained standing there, trying to take in everything that happened. Jeff, the emotionally closed off man she once shared nights with, seemed genuinely worried about her. But maybe it could have been Jeff just protecting his gigantic ego again.
With that horrible conclusion, Britta sighed, opened the door and sat down across from Abed.
"What was that all about," Abed's eyes drifted to the wall before he glanced forward. It was his way of signalling that he just had an idea,"No wait. Don't. Not knowing the full details will make the plot more enjoyable."
"Abed, I just really need to tal-," Britta started to explain to him but Abed pressed his finger to her lips, silencing her.
"No spoilers, please," And with that Abed left Britta alone with her thoughts.
A/N: I tried to get the dialogue and mannerisms more in cannon/in character.