Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long. I really do love this ship and this story. Just to be clear, in the universe of this story Troy/Britta hasn't happened yet/never happened. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

The bathroom door closed behind them. Shirley checked underneath all the stalls and Britta walked into one to go to the bathroom.

"Britta," Shirley chided. "That's not why we're here."

"But I have to go," Britta insisted.

"After," Shirley said pointedly.

Britta rolled her eyes.

"Spill it, Edison."

Annie blushed.

"It's nothing," Annie insisted, trying not to think of her dream.

"Your mouth might be saying nothing but your face is saying a whole lot of something."

"Well maybe you're just misreading my face!" Annie snapped at her.

"Guys, come on!" Britta yelled. "Tell your story before I'm forced to-"

"Fine," Annie cut her off. "I had a dream last night. And I was in it. And I wasn't alone..."

"Who was with you?" Shirley questioned eagerly.

"Was it Jeff?" Britta asked, forgetting her immediate physical needs.

"No!" Annie made a face. She was over that phase.

"Abed?" Shirley asked.

Annie shook her head.

"Pierce..." Britta tried.

"It was Troy!" Annie blurted out.

"Oh, pumpkin. I thought you were over him, Annie." Shirley said in an especially mothering voice.

"I thought I was too," Annie sighed. "I think it might have started a while ago..."

Britta, sensing a big story ahead, couldn't help herself anymore.

"I'm really sorry," she told Annie before bolting into a stall.

Annie smiled, rolling her eyes fondly.

"Do you want to talk about it, Annie?" Shirley asked.

"There's nothing to talk about," Annie told her. "He's my roommate and my friend. I see him every day. He just worked his way into my subconscious. This kind of thing happens."

"Well, that's very mature of you," Shirley patted her on the shoulder. "But if you wanted to talk about it that would be okay. And if you had feelings for someone that you used to like a long time ago and now see every single day when you wake up in the morning, that would be perfectly normal."

Annie nodded, not liking how much sense Shirley was making.

Britta steps out of the stall and starts to wash her hands.

"So what happened?" she questions.

"Troy noticed that something was off with me this morning and he-"

"No," Britta shook her head. "In the dream. What happened in the dream? Did you two..."

Britta waggled her eyes suggestively.

"Oh," Annie blushed. "No."

Britta made a face. She was clearly disappointed.

"No, it was... romantic." Annie assured her. "It wasn't just- It was..."

Shirley and Annie leaned in.

"Well, I was a princess, Princess Annie. And I was in the woods and I was lost. It was really scary for a while and I couldn't find my way. There were all these thickets and wild animals and for a while I didn't think I'd ever make it out. And then I ran into this mysterious figure and before I could think, I just clocked him. Right in the jaw. I knocked him out completely. But then I got a look at him and realized that he was just a woodsman, Woodsman Troy."

"And then you kissed?" Britta asked.

"No," Annie told her. "There's more."

She told the whole story. Sparing no detail. About Woodsman Troy's smile. About how he swept her up on his horse. The time they fought a group of bandits together. And how they ate together at a campfire she had started with only twigs. How easy it was to be with him. And finally, about the kiss. How he had leaned in to brush some hair out of her eyes and then she took his hand and held it against her cheek. How he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. How it was gentle, at first. And how it had deepened until Princess Annie's knees went out from under her and Woodsman Troy had to hold her up.

By the end the two were hanging on her every word. When she finished it was like some kind of spell hung over the three of them and no one could break the silence.

"Pssshh," Annie said, uncomfortable with how much she had shared. "It's probably no big deal."

"No big deal!" Shirley cried incredulously. "Woodsman Troy and Princess Annie is the best love story since Titanic."

"Way better than Titanic," Britta confirmed. "Not that I've seen it."

"It was just a dream. It's not a big deal." Annie insisted.

"Annie," Britta spoke with great importance. "I've taken a few psych courses in my day and I can tell you. This means something."

"Not every dream means something." Annie told her. Britta's psych theories were not always winners.

"But this one does," Britta told her. "Because you didn't just sleep with him or kiss him or marry him. You spent time with him, you felt comfortable with him, you built a relationship with him."

Annie looked to Shirley. Hoping that she would roll her eyes like she usually did when Britta tried to "therapize" one of the study group. But Shirley just nodded.

"So what do I do?" Annie asked.

"That's up to you," Shirley told her.

Reaching no real conclusion, the ladies returned to the study room.

"Everything okay?" Troy asked as they sat back down. "You guys were gone a while."

"Everything's cool." Britta said, covering for Annie who was about to make something up about food poisoning.

"Good," Troy smiled at the three of them and Annie smiled back, completely unsure of what to do next.