Okay, just clearing something up: this fic does not ship Jeff and Britta. If you are a Jeff and Britta shipper, I'm sorry if that disappoints you. Anyway, enjoy. :)

"Hey, Jeff," Britta says into her phone in a hushed tone.

"So, what's going on?" he rushes her.

"I'm good, how are you?" she asks. "Fine, that's great. Wonderful weather we're having isn't it?" she goes on.

"Come on, Britta. I don't exactly have the time or the patience for being polite right now," he informs her.

"I'm in the waiting room now," she tells him.

"I still don't see why you wouldn't let me go with you," he brings up the topic they had argued about for the last couple of days.

"I told you, I am a mature, independent woman, I don't need a man holding my hand through all of this. I intend to raise it alone, I can do it all alone," she explains for probably the fifth time in the past two days.

"By the way, Shirley and Annie want us to stop referring to it as 'it,'" Jeff notifies her.

"Since when do you care about their opinions?" Britta scoffs.

"I don't," he defends.

"You cared enough to tell me," she counters.

"I did not!"

"And you know why? Because you like Annie. Admit it, Jeff, you like her. No, dare I say it, you love her. I didn't know it was possible… the robot learned to love!" Britta giggles excitedly.

"I do not!" Jeff cries. "But anyway," he continues, "I know all that… wait; you intend to raise it alone? So if it's mine, I don't get any say in how it's raised?" he clarifies.

"That's right," she affirms. "Unless for some crazy reason I ask for your advice. If that happens, have Annie slap me because no one in their right mind would ask you how to raise a child." That hurt Jeff, but he could not let Britta know that, or anyone, for that matter.

"I don't want my son running around town proclaiming peace and flower power and all that other crap you believe in," he argues.

"I don't want my daughter to be cold and disconnected from the world like you are," she retorts.

"You won't even let me have him every other weekend so that I can instill some actual knowledge on him?"

"No, you cannot have any custody of her; I don't want you corrupting her with your capitalist, closet-conservative mindset!" Britta fumes.

"I will not hesitate to take you to court if that child is mine," Jeff warns.

"Let's not worry about that. There might not even be a child, and if there is, it probably isn't yours," she tells him smugly.

"What?!" Jeff screams into the phone exasperatedly. Britta flinches at the pure anger in his voice.

"Yeah… it's probably Troy's. But I wanted to tell you and Annie first because Annie's the only real friend I have and I figured you'd have some useful insight on the whole situation. You both just immediately assumed that it was yours and I didn't correct you because I wasn't thinking in the heat of the moment and if Shirley knew it was Troy's she would flip out and kill me and blame it all on me but not at all on Troy because Troy is her innocent, naïve son while I'm the rebellious, experienced, culturally informed-"

"Okay, Britta, you're rambling. So you just totally threw all the progress I had made with Annie off for no reason at all?" Jeff accuses.

"I already explained myself, not that I need to," she answers. "I'm my own person, and I don't care what anyone thinks about me."

"Great, that's just wonderful. We can all go burn our bras later, but I just… I can't talk to you right now. Let me know how the appointment went later, okay?" he finishes.

"Okay," she says despondently. He hangs up. Britta sighs heavily.

"You okay, sweetheart?" the receptionist asks her. Britta shrugs.

"I guess." She really britta'd things this time. Her first mistake was getting pregnant, and she is not even married! Britta shooed those thoughts away. She does not need anyone's help raising a child. Her biggest mistake was indirectly lying about whose baby it was. There was an extremely slight possibility is was Jeff's, but she could feel in her heart that it was Troy's, and that it was a girl. She screwed things up for Jeff and Annie, she infuriated Shirley, she nearly devastated Troy, and who knows how Abed is feeling. Pierce was probably completely unaware of the entire situation.

Britta is lost in a sea of her own mistakes, and she actually does need help getting out of it. There was no way she would ever admit that, though. She is independent. That means she has to do everything alone, right? Just then, she gets a text from someone who reminds her that life is not meant to be spent alone.

Good luck in there :P –Troy

Troy smiles slightly at the thought of Britta. He wanted to go down with her, but she clearly wanted to go alone. She usually wants to be alone. Oh well. Abed turns the TV's volume up slightly, eating his cereal silently.

"How do you do that?" Troy asks.

"Do what?" Abed replies, not releasing his gaze from the television.

"Eat so quietly. It's weird," Troy remarks. Abed shrugs.

"I want to hear the TV."

The door of the apartment opens, and Annie enters the room. She slams it behind her.

"Hey, guys," she huffs.

"Shh," Abed shushes her. "It's a new episode of Inspector Spacetime."

"The inspector and Constable Reggie are lost in space and time in this episode," Troy adds excitedly.

"Whatever," Annie sighs, stalking into her room.

"Who peed in her cheerios?" Troy grumbles.

"Shh," Abed shushes Troy.

Annie sits in her room, on her bed, her arms folded across her chest. She knows that neither one of her roommates are going to come in to see what is wrong, not with a new Inspector Spacetime episode on. She still hopes that someone will. Annie throws herself back in frustration, sprawling out on the small bed.

"Stupid Shirley," she mumbles. "Stupid Jeff," she moans. "Stupid Britta!" Shirley warned Annie about Jeff repeatedly ever since that stupid fieldtrip to the aquarium.

"He's nothing but trouble," she lilted over and over again. Annie refused to believe it. Jeff was a little rough around the edges, but he was still a really good guy. A guy that Annie loved. There, she admitted it. Annie loved Jeff. So what? So what? Britta, so what. Britta screwed everything up! Yeah, Annie knew that they… you know… every now and then, but that stopped. Apparently, it did not stop her from getting pregnant!

So yeah, they are all stupid. Shirley is stupid because she does not know Jeff or trust Annie. Jeff is stupid for making Annie fall in love with him. Britta is stupid because she britta'd everything up again!

That is when Annie gets a text from Jeff.

What's up?

Annie smiles. He thought of her. That is what that text means. He thought of her, and he wanted to talk to her. Maybe things are not so stupid after all. She hears the closing theme to Inspector Spacetime and a knock on her door.

"You okay?" Troy shouts through the door.

"Yeah," she calls back.

"Okay, good," Troy yells. "Hungry?"

"No," she hollers in response.

"Okay, good," Troy chuckles. "What about you, Abed, are you hungry?"

"No, I just ate," Abed reminds him.

"Oh, yeah. I guess I'll order some pizza then," Troy decides.

"I'll go get the dice," Abed says, exiting the room.

All seven members of the group are in separate places, probably for the first time since they truly became a family. Shirley was at home making dinner for her husband and kids, Pierce was in his mansion doing nothing particularly interesting, Annie was in her room texting Jeff, Jeff was in his living room texting Annie, Troy was in the kitchen ordering pizza, Abed was searching for the dice in the dreamatorium, and Britta was coming out of the doctor's office, where she sent a text uniting them all. Why she sent it to everyone, she would never really know, but she did. At the exact same time, they all got this text.

I'm not pregnant.

And there was much rejoicing.