Re-watched the ending of I Married a Witch; it gave me no help. It was like she tells him, she magically rigs it so becomes governor and he freaks out a bit but is like okay with it a minute later, her dad takes her away to…die I guess, and I suppose you can say true love conquers all, then there's an abrupt ending that's supposed to be funny. I am so glad I outlined what I hope to be a climatic showdown…

…but it's not in this chapter.

Honestly, I think I prefer this to the actual movie. Does that seem wrong? Anyone else see this movie (or become inspired to see this movie)? I'd like your opinion.

Okay, moving on…

"This is not real! This is not real!" Jeff kept muttering this to himself after the trial had ended. It went as expected; Alan used defamation of character and reminded the court of the evidence against the defendant, Jeff argued his case about the evidence being tampered with or misleading and then made a speech about how the focus of the trial was no longer on the case, but the lawyers themselves. Suffice to say it was one of his worst speeches Jeff had ever given- in his opinion anyway.

In the end, the defendant was found not guilty. Jeff had won. Surprisingly, this was not the outcome that Jeff had wanted.

He drove home in a nervous frenzy fighting the urge to tear at his perfect hair. Once he parked the car on the lawn instead of in the driveway, he hurried out of the car and ran into the house calling for his wife repeatedly. When she didn't respond, he started looking for her. He didn't have to look too long because there was a note on the fridge.

Went for a ride; take some time to think. I need a decision when I get back.

"Decision about what?" Jeff flipped the paper over, but there was nothing on the back. "Annie doesn't have a car, or a bike...or a horse," He pulled out his phone to look for her number but then remembered, "She doesn't have a cell phone either!" Jeff let out a frustrated scream as he threw the phone aside. "Decision about what? And what the hell is she riding?"

…

"Tough call," Abed remarked after Annie finished talking.

"And I know Pierce will wipe away my memories if he reversed the spell," Annie's face fell, "but I doubt he'd remove Jeff's."

Abed stopped broom surfing and carefully sat down. "I knew you wouldn't be able to give up your witchcraft; it's who you are."

"I mean, I'll have to use less and less of it but I can't stop using it altogether. What if there's an emergency? I just…I just don't think I can be mortal."

"You don't want to go to Pierce."

"I do love Jeff with all my heart, and I want to stay in love with him," she sighed. "But if he can't accept who I am then that's the only option I can think of."

"Can't you make him accept that with magic?"

"No. For starters I don't know what the effects would be. You know, I don't think any witch or warlock ever tried that on a mortal. I'm certainly not going to the first."

"You're the first and only half-witch."

"Not by my choice."

"But by your mother's. She could have married a warlock, but then there wouldn't be anything special about you." Abed had a point there. "Everyone knows you're destined for greatness Annie, everyone except you." Abed smiled. "And yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing a little Annie/Jeff magic baby. I like babies."

Annie giggled. "Even if Jeff and I did have a baby, who's to say it would be magic? It could be completely mortal."

"It was a similar dilemma with Samantha and Darrin when Tabitha came into the picture."

"Okay, seriously who are those people? You've mentioned them before. Who are they?"

"Fictional characters from a classic sitcom called Bewitched. Samantha was a witch who married a mortal named Darrin and the show chronicled their adventures."

"But that's fiction; Abed, this is real life."

Abed tilted his head in thought. "I still don't see much of a difference in plot." He stood on the broom and resumed broom surfing. "Wanna race?"

"Actually Abed, I'm going to do some solo riding before I go home. I'll see you around."

"Cool."

…

Shirley was sitting alone reading when her she was crystal balled. "Britta?"

"Shirley," Britta was on the other end and she seemed frantic, "I found Annie."

"You did?"

"I managed to get her back to Pierce's and in a magic bubble but she won't let him undo the spell."

"Why not?"

"I dunno, I think she's really in love with Jeff. Come help me talk sense into her."

"I'm on my way," Shirley put the ball back in her skirt pocket and started to run off, accidentally bumping into Pelton. "Craig, we gotta stop meeting like this."

Craig noticed the book. "Is that 50 Shades of-"

Shirley quickly snatched the book back. "Respect a lady's privacy!"

"Hey listen, when you're done with that…no! No time for that! Shirley, do not go back to Pierce."

"Excuse you?"

"Pierce has gone insane and he has trapped Britta in a magic bubble. He is waiting for you to come back so the barrier spell can be broken. Once you get there, he's going to put you in that bubble with Britta."

"An anti-magic bubble? There's no way Pierce could conjure that unless…unless he had the spellbook! Oh my Lord he does! I left that book alone with that man."

"And he used it to trap Britta."

"Okay. Okay, I'm going to have to sneak in unnoticed and steal that book back."

"What about me? What can I do? Should I come with you in case something happens?"

"Follow me to the house. If I'm not back within a half hour then you need to get help."

"The police?"

"No. There are only two mortals I trust; Troy Barnes and Abed Nadir. If anything happens, get them."

"Wait, what about that other witch you were looking for?"

"She's not really with Pierce?"

"No, it's just him and Blondie...er, I mean Britta."

"Then don't go looking for Annie."

"But-"

"Trust me, find Troy and Abed…or at least Abed. Abed his the one who will probably know what to do. Come on, we gotta save Britta."

…

Britta watched with horror as Britta stood outside the bubble with a sly smirk on her face. "Of course Shirley would answer her crystal ball if Britta calls," the Britta on the outside sounded exactly like Pierce. The Britta in the bubble, the real Britta, could only watch in horror as fake Britta laughed. "Good thng I took this from you- though I doubt it would make a difference if I didn't take it from you. Who would you be able to contact besides Shirley? Annie? Good luck getting her to answer." Fake Britta looked at his watch. "Come on Shirley, hurry up; I've got a date tonight."

"No," Britta began pounding on the bubble. "NO! STAY AWAY FROM HIM!"

"Why? I like Troy. He's a good kid. And, oh I don't know, he just might be able to lead me to Annie. Relax; I'm only going to use him. It's business, not pleasure."

"I swear Pierce if you hurt him…"

"You'll what? Britta, Darling, once I get Annie back, I'm going to remove your memories of Greendale; you won't even knew he existed. Enjoy him now while you can." There was a thud near the back of the house. "Ah, that must be Shirley now."

…

Jeff sat on his bed thinking. Never once had he taken time just to sit, think, and sort everything out. His thoughts were disturbed by tapping on the nearby window. "Holy crap!" He hurried over to the window and opened it. "Annie, what the hell?"

She flew into the house and set the broom aside. "I told you I was going for a ride."

"On a broom?"

"I'm a witch Jeff. Despite things you may or may not have heard about us, all witches love to fly brooms."

"It does seem a lot easier than driving."

"And once you enchant the broom you can fly in the sky without being seen and never get in an accident."

"Okay so that explains the riding part of the note."

"You don't understand the decision part?"

"I assume the decision is divorce?"

"Well, technically it'll be an annulment but that's not all of it."

"Then can I hear the rest?"

"You have to understand what I am? I have been a witch for over three hundred and twenty years and I can't give it up so easily."

"So you're older than me? You look good for your age."

"Thanks. And yes I'm older than you, but at the same time I'm not. I was born in 1670 and I…'died' in March, 1693 at twenty-two."

"What do you mean 'died'?"

"I was burned at the stake by your ancestor."

"Ah."

"So…it's kinda, sorta, my fault that all Winger men are cursed with miserable marriages."

"You sneaky little witch."

"I could have done worse."

"Point taken."

"But being witches, we didn't exactly die. If a witch is burned then their original body dies and their spirit is trapped in a spellbook, a mirror, or a genie lamp until their released."

"Is that what you meant by prison?"

"I spent three hundred and twenty years trapped in a spellbook with my friends. Troy and Abed released us and gave us our current identities."

"Annie Edison was never your name?"

"Abed named me. He and Troy named all of my friends. I was named Violet after my mother, but she wanted to name me Lilly. But I'm Annie now, and as far as I'm concerned I always will be Annie."

"Good, I like Annie."

"But can you accept Annie as a witch?"

"What would happen if I didn't?"

"I would have to go to Pierce to get the spell reversed."

"Spell? Annie, did you make me fall in love with you?"

"We tried to for revenge purposes! The witches and I thought it would make you more miserable if you were in love with someone who would never love you back so we brewed a love potion for you. I was the lucky girl who you were supposed to fall in love with, but you gave me the potion and instead…"

"…you fell in love with me." Jeff made a muffled sound. "I guess that's what you meant by your love for me was forced."

"I don't want to get the spell reversed! I love being in love with you. I had feelings for you before I drank the potion, but I tried to convince myself otherwise. I'm glad I fell in love with you Jeff, honest I am. I'm so afraid that if I get the spell reversed Pierce will take away my memories of you, but you'll keep your memories of me. I don't want you to suffer like that." Jeff was silent. "Jeff. Jeff, say something please."

"What would happen if I do accept you for who you are?"

"Then we stay together; but I can't stop being a witch Jeff. Of course, I'll use my powers less and less as time goes on but when I do it'll only be to help us, never hurt us." Annie read his mind. "Ask your question Jeff, I know you want to."

"What if we had a kid?"

"I'm a witch, not a fortune teller. I can't predict what it would be. But you should know up front that I'm only a half-witch, and the only one in existence."

"A half-witch?"

"There are people born magical like Pierce, people who acquire their magic through a full-blooded person like Shirley and Britta did through Pierce, and then there's me."

"What makes you so special?"

"My mother was born magical making her a full-blooded witch. She fell in love with a mortal man and married him. I'm half witch, half mortal and the only one of my kind. I don't know what would happen if I had a baby with a warlock or a mortal." Annie sighed. "I hope I've explained everything."

"I have so many more questions."

"And I can answer them. But you have to answer one question for me: do you accept me as a witch?"

Jeff finally looked at her. "I fell in love with you, I married you, and I will always accept you for who you are."

Annie let out a loud, happy squeal, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"But please don't use witchcraft to make me look stupid or anything."

"I promise; I'll only use it to make you happy."

"Good," he kissed her. "I bet Abed would enjoy this. He'd probably make comparisons to Bewitched."

"He already does."

"Right, he knows."

"Troy knows too; I mean, they're the ones who freed us so they kinda have to know."

"Remind me to thank them later. This is one of the few things those losers ever did right." Annie smiled at him and he kissed her. "So…you think you can show me some of that old black magic?"

…

"Without me?" Troy was on the phone with Abed. "True…what…no, not yet…she didn't exactly say what time but-"

Troy was cut off by someone pounding on the door. "Troy! Troy, it's me, I need you!"

"Never mind, she's here now…yeah, see you later." Troy hung up and hurried to the door.

Sure enough, a frantic Britta was standing on the other side of the door. She jumped into Troy's arms. "Thank God I got a hold of you."

"Britta what's wrong?"

"It's Pierce. He's gone insane. He knows where Annie is."

"What how?"

"There's no time to explain. We have to get to Annie now."

"We?"

"You led me to their house yesterday Troy. I don't know their address!"

"Right. Okay, I'll lead the way."

"We'll take my broom. Hurry!"

Once Troy left, the apartment stayed vacant for not even a full minute. Abed returned from broom surfing hoping to have a quick chat with Britta, but that didn't work. "Bummer," Abed went to the kitchen to get himself some buttered noodles. "It's nice to see them going out on a Monday. Nothing exciting ever happens on Mondays." No sooner had he put the noodles in a bowl did the crystal ball the witches gave him start flashing. "Oh hey Shirley."

"Abed, thank the Lord we got a hold of you!" Shirley was near hysterics.

"What's wrong?"

"Where's Troy?"

"He left on his date."

"With Britta?"

"How did you know that?"

The real Britta came into view. "Abed, this is the real me! Shirley brought the spellbook back with her and left it alone with Pierce."

"We all make mistakes," Shirley grumbled.

"Pierce used the spells to trap us in an anti-magic bubble and transformed into me. The Britta Troy is with is not the real Britta!"

"Oh that's not...wait, wouldn't he have taken your mini crystal balls?" Abed questioned.

"He took Britta's, but not mine," Shirley explained. "Pierce doesn't know we gave you and Troy one."

"Abed, it's a trap," Britta interjected. "Pierce is using Troy to get to Annie. You have to warn her fast!"

"But they already left!" Abed informed the two witches. "They might be there by now."

"Then you better get your ass over here and keep the spellbook away from Pierce," Shirley demanded. For extra protective measures, Shirley gave Abed the exact location of where they were. "You better get here fast."

Britta nodded in agreement. "You might be able to find a way to stop Pierce. We're counting on you Abed."

"Oh, and there's a man named Craig Pelton hiding outside the house if you need any more help. He also has a crystal ball but I doubt he knows what to do with it. Good luck Abed and hurry," Shirley ended the call.

Letting out a nervous squeak, Abed frantically paced around trying to figure out what to do. The first thing he did was whistle. "ROMBO!" a broom flew into his hands. "We got to get to Shirley and Britta before Pierce does!" Abed shrugged off the fact that he was talking to himself, and took off on the broom at lightning speed.

…

"Huh," Jeff watched with fascination as Annie finished a spell. "Well that's one way to get things done. I never thought I'd say this but I'm glad I married a witch." As Annie flashed him a smile, Troy and Britta burst through the door and into the house. "Yeah, hey, ever hear of knocking?"

"Annie, you've got to hide!" Troy ordered.

Annie looked at him with worried confusion. "What?"

Jeff stepped closer to Annie ready to defend. "Why?"

"Pierce knows you're here!" Troy's statement made Annie gasp. "He's on his way here for you right now."

"On the contrary," in a quick flash of smoke, Britta returned to his original self. "He's made his way here right now."

"You're not Britta." With a quick hand gesture from Pierce, Troy went flying across the room.

As Jeff got in front of Annie, Pierce smiled. "You must be Jeff," he held out his hand. "I'm Pierce. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Jeff took a strong hold of Pierce's hand and flipped the old man to the ground. "Pleasure's not mine." Jeff took a hold of his wife's hand. "Come on, we have to get you out of here."

"Ah-ah-ah," Pierce did another hand gesture and both Jeff and Annie were flung backwards.

Ignoring his pain, Jeff helped Annie up. "Annie, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she assured him. "Jeff, he's too powerful!"

"I'm not going to let him take you from me!" No sooner were those words uttered did Jeff scream in pain and fall to the floor, having been hit by Pierce in the back.

"JEFF!" Annie lowered herself to his level.

Pierce stepped closer. "Annie, this will be much easier for everyone if you go quietly."

"You want her," Jeff stood up and acted as her shield, "then you have to go through me."

"Jeff," Pierce began, "you seem like such a nice fellow; don't make me kill you."

"Then killing me is the only way you'll get her."

Pierce groaned. "Fine," with another motion, Jeff went flying across the room. Pierce made his way over to him with a levitating fireball above his hand. "But remember, this is what you wanted." In one swift move, Jeff kicked Pierce's ankle, and Pierce fell to the floor, the fireball disappearing as Pierce lost his balance. Jeff struggled to get up, but Pierce wouldn't let him go any further.

"Pierce, stop it!" Annie ordered. "Don't you dare hurt him!"

"So you'll come with me."

"No!"

"No?"

"You heard me, no."

Pierce snarled. "I don't take no for an answer Annie."

"Well you might as well start."

"Annie, sweetheart, you're my favorite. Don't make me hurt you."

"I am not going with you and that's final."

"Is that so?"

"I am never ever going back with you."

"Fine, you don't have to." Pierce snapped his fingers and suddenly Jeff was dangling in the air. "But I'm not going back alone." And before Annie had the chance to stop him, Pierce and Jeff were gone.

"Ugh," the agonized moan coming from Troy indicated his presence.

"Troy!" Annie rushed over to him. With a quick hand wave over his body, she had healed him. "Troy, Pierce has Jeff. We have to get him back!"

"Problem."

"What?"

"I don't know where Pierce is hiding. He found me, as Britta." Troy made a disgusted face. "Oh my God I accidentally touched his boob."

A sudden vibration made Annie look around in fear. "Do you hear that?"

"Yeah, it's my phone; I set it to vibrate. It's a text from…someone I don't know." Troy checked the message. "I'm on your side; the following address is the Pierce's." Another vibration. "Hallelujah we have a villain's lair!"

Annie quickly read the address and instantly had it memorized. She whistled for her broom. "ROMBO!" The broom flew into her hands. "Come on Troy; let's go save my husband."

Fun fact: I was originally going to have Annie be kidnapped but I changed my mind for a few reasons. One, a damsel in distress doesn't always have to be female. Two, Jeff not only wouldn't know where to find Pierce but how to get there; he'd have to know how to fly a broom and he doesn't- and I didn't want to add that in here yet. Three, Annie's a witch and probably could have escaped faster. Either way, you get a kidnapping.

Okay, this is technically up past midnight but that's because I was working on another project and I lost track of time (and if you care I'll be uploading it to YouTube soon, same username). Plus there was that debate on who should get kidnapped. Regardless, this is up now.

Next chapter will be the climactic battle, and most likely a very long chapter. Then there will be an epilogue, but I have two endings in mind and I don't know if I should put them both in. I do prefer ending in even numbered chapters or chapters divisible by 5 so either way wouldn't matter.

But I'll come to that conclusion later. Until then, feel free to give some thoughts on what you think will happen.