Here's a new chapter where a lot of stuff happens; nothing special to say.

A soaking wet Duncan Cat (don't ask how it happened, it's a long, painful story) found himself alone in a dark alley. "I am having the worst week of my nine lives! God knows if I even have nine lives left! I never once thought I'd wish to be human again."

"Meow," a one-eyed alley cat got Duncan's attention.

"Well being a cat isn't all that fantastic either missy!"

"Meow."

"Your name's Felicia?"

"Meow."

"Ian Duncan, I'm a human you know," a thought suddenly occurred to Duncan. "A human who's having an actual conversation with a cat." Felicia gave Duncan a strange look. "It's a long, painful story; I don't want to bore you with details."

"Meow," Felicia was about to leave.

"Wait! Maybe you can help me." Felicia turned around. "See, I'm looking for a Dalmatian who calls himself Changmatian."

"Meow."

"You've heard of him?"

"Meow."

"Leader of the junkyard dogs? How the bloody hell is that possible? That bastard's only been gone an hour or so!"

"Meow."

"There's no time to explain. Can you tell me how to get to the junkyard?"

"Meow."

"Right, right…"

"Meow!"

"Sorry, left. Go on."

"Meow."

"Thank you Felicia." And thus Duncan was off in search of Changmatian.

…

[Meanwhile, back to the actual plot]

Per a text message request, Annie and Troy landed in the backyard of Duncan's neighbor. Abed had altered a hole in the fence for them to crawl through and he and Pelton were waiting for them on the other side. "Pierce literally just got here," Abed informed. "I don't know if he's done anything to Jeff yet."

"What's your plan Abed?" Troy inquired.

"Not very well thought out."

"Do you have any ideas?"

"One: Annie has to go in there and fight for Jeff."

"Alone?" both Troy and Annie didn't seem to agree with this.

"I figured one of us could decide who was going in as backup. But we need at least one person to stay out here with this," Abed pulled the spellbook out from his jacket. "Said person can look for a spell that we can use to stop Pierce."

"But if we found a spell, how would we communicate that?" Annie questioned.

"I hadn't really thought that through. Maybe there's a thought transferring spell."

"We don't have time for this! New plan: I'm going in there with Troy. Abed, you and…this guy-"

"Hi, Craig Pelton," he shook her hand, "dean of students at Greendale Community College. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Annie looked back at Abed. "Abed, you and Craig stay out here and search the spellbook. If you find anything that might be able to stop Pierce then one of you need to sneak in and help."

"I'll do it," Abed volunteered. "I'm faster and better at remembering things."

Dean Pelton raised his hand. "Yes, and I don't want to go in there."

"You'll have to if something happens to Abed," Troy told him. Craig made one of those 'but I don't wanna' moans. "Oh, don't be a baby."

"Abed, open up to the barrier spells," Annie commanded.

Abed's eyes widened slightly. "Annie, I don't think-"

"I'm not leaving until Pierce is defeated. I don't care how long it takes and I'm not taking any chances. After the barrier is up, only you and Craig can get in or out unless I decided to break down the barrier. This is war Abed, and Pierce is not going to win." Abed nodded in understanding and did as Annie requested. She quickly read over and memorized the spell. "Alright, I'm going in."

"Good luck," Annie snuck in through the window first.

Troy lagged behind. "I uh…I may not come out alive."

"I'm sure you will. I read some witch's laws in the beginning of the spellbook. A witch or warlock's magic can never kill a mortal unless they willingly suck out a mortal's life force- that's why Jeff's still alive for now. Of course, you could endure many magic hits that will hurt so much that you die naturally of a mortal death like internal bleeding or suffering from fireball burns."

"That doesn't help Abed."

"You better go, Annie's waiting for you."

Troy hugged his best pal. "I love you."

"I know." Abed pulled away and gestured for Troy to get in the house. They did their handshake, and Troy climbed in through the window.

Pelton sniffled. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry," he pulled a used tissue out of his pocket and dabbed his eyes. "It's always so emotional when a good man goes to war."

"It's not his war...it's hers."

…

Annie finished waving her hand. "The barrier spell is up."

"Good," Troy stood there uncertain. "Now what?"

"Now we find Pierce. If we find Pierce, we find Jeff, Britta, and Shirley."

"That shouldn't be too hard, unless he turned himself invisible or something."

"Ssh!" Annie quieted Troy. "Do you hear that?"

"What you?"

"It's over here," Annie crept toward the living room. Peering her head, she saw Shirley and Britta trapped in a bubble, Jeff dangling midair, and Pierce pacing below Jeff with his hand to his chin in thought. She turned back to Troy. "We need some sort of surprise attack." Troy nodded to her.

"What to do with you?" Pierce paced.

"Please, by all means, take your time," Jeff sarcastically remarked to him.

"Oh come now Jeffrey, you're not afraid of heights are you?"

"I'd just prefer to be on the ground if you don't mind."

"Alright," Pierce snapped his fingers and Jeff fell to the ground. "You are our guest after all."

Jeff grimaced in pain as he stood up. "Okay, I'll ask it; why haven't you killed me yet?"

Pierce put his hands on Jeff's shoulders. "It's not that easy Jeffrey. I can't just point, snap, zap, and wham you're dead."

"That fireball was convincing enough."

"Pfft, all it can do is burn your body what's the fun in that. It wouldn't kill you right away, it just helps to get you to die a mortal death by burns or smoke inhalation. There are certain guidelines a magic being has to abide by. One of them includes not killing mortals…unless you suck out their life force but I'm going to do to you that yet."

"Yet?"

"He's waiting for me!" Annie stepped into view.

Pierce turned around to face her. "Ah, there's my always punctual Annie right on time."

"I'm only going to say this once: Pierce Hawthorne, step away from my husband."

"Or what?" Pierce inched closer to her. "What are you going to do?"

With a nod, Troy snuck behind Pierce and smashed one of Duncan's glass vases over his head. As Pierce fell to the floor unconscious, Annie ran to Jeff and Troy ran to the witches.

As Annie healed Jeff's injuries, Troy just stood there frantically looking for basically anything. "What do I do?" Troy asked Annie.

"You can break the bubble by popping it from the outside," Annie told him.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, that is a pretty weak solution," Jeff agreed.

"Quit stalling and pop the damn bubble!" Annie ordered.

"Have I ever told you this take charge attitude of yours is a real turn on?"

"Jeff!"

"Right, not the time. And hey, thanks for coming to my rescue."

"You'd do the same for me."

"If that ever happened I would bring in an entire SWAT team." Annie giggled. "But I want you to know that if worse comes to worst, I'd die for you."

Annie flung herself into his arms. As Jeff stroke her hair, Annie whispered, "I'd die for you too."

POP. Troy managed to pop the bubble and Shirley and Britta were free. While Britta ran into Troy's arms, Shirley hurried to give Annie a hug. "Oh Annie, honey I've been worried sick about you."

"I'm okay Shirley, really," Annie assured.

"Has that bad man touched you inappropriately?"

"Shirley!"

"What, I'm the bad guy now?" Jeff was confused.

"You'll have to excuse Shirley; she's very protective of me."

Once Britta was done hugging Troy, she rushed over to give Annie a hug. "You okay, kid?"

"I'm fine."

Britta pulled away first. "I want you to know that I'm with you one hundred percent."

"Thank you."

Annie and Britta turned to Shirley. Shirley let out a deep breath. "You girls know how I feel about fighting," Britta and Annie nodded. "But Pierce has gone too far and he must be stopped." They smiled at her.

"Hate to burst the figurative bubble," Jeff began, "but how exactly are we going to stop him?"

"Yeah and I don't want to point this out," Troy pointed, "but where is Pierce?"

No sooner had they started looking around did they hear a near sinister chuckle. "So it's a war is it?" Pierce stepped out of the shadows. "I have no objection to this. But…let's make this a fair fight." Pierce shot out three bolts of blue lightning that struck the witches and made them collapse to the ground. "I mean, I'm severely outnumbered here."

Jeff and Troy helped the witches up. "I'm confused," Troy admitted, "what just happened here?"

"You're just going to question me? You're not going to fight back."

Britta was on her feet first. She snapped her fingers hoping to zap Pierce, but nothing happened. "Nothing's happening! Why isn't anything happening?"

Shirley waved her hand to do the same. "I think our magic's gone."

"I told you ladies," Pierce started, "I gave you your powers and I can easily take them away."

"Smart thinking Pierce," Annie pointed her fingers at him, and a purple bolt of lightning hit him square in the chest and sent him flying backwards, "but I got my powers from my mother."

"That was so frawesomely badass!" Troy commented as everyone else stared at what just transpired in awe.

"What are we going to do now?" Shirley questioned Annie.

"We don't know how to fight like mortals against an all-powerful warlock," Britta added.

"And we can't kill him! Witches and warlocks can only die of natural causes."

"What about burning him?" Jeff asked. Everyone turned to him. "Annie told me how you guys were burnt at the stake and your spirits trapped in something. If we can somehow manage to burn, wouldn't that stop him?"

"Captain Hair has a point. Pierce's spirit would be trapped in the nearest magical item."

"Which would be the spellbook," Annie reminded. "But that can easily be opened again and Pierce would be free. You guys have to get your powers back somehow don't you?"

"So we're screwed no matter what!" Britta interjected.

"But what if you destroyed the spellbook?" Jeff inquired.

"What?"

"I just had an Abed thought: usually in movies or TV you destroy a magic person's possession and they die and suddenly everything's back to normal and he's gone for good. So we burn him, he gets trapped in the spellbook, we destroy the spellbook, and hopefully everything goes back to normal."

Shirley and Britta exchanged glances. While Britta merely shrugged, Shirley carefully though that through. "I suppose it's worth a shot. What have we got to lose?"

"Besides your magic forever?" Troy did not help matters. "Oh, was that a rhetorical question?"

"But how are we going to burn him?" Britta asked. "Shirley and I can't conjure up fireballs."

Annie reminded them of her magic by conjuring a fireball in her hand. "No, but I can."

"But would it kill him?"

Annie made the fireball disappear. "I don't know. Can witches kill other magical people?"

"Oh sweetie we don't have the answer to that," Shirley sweetly stated. "No magic being has ever killed another magic being."

"We have to burn his body somehow!"

Britta snapped her fingers- not for magic, but for thought. "Why didn't we think of this before? We light the fireplace and push him in! Isn't that the equivalent of burning at the stake?"

"Seems better than lighting the whole house on fire," Troy commentated.

"Anyone got a match?" Annie made a box of matches appear by magic. "Thank you," Britta lit a match and got the fireplace going.

"How's he gonna fit in that fireplace?"

"Troy, please understand I mean this in the nicest way possible, but shut your piehole."

There was a thud from behind the house. Prepared to go over to fight, they were relieved to see it was Abed. "Guys I can't help you," Abed regrettably informed. "I've gone through that spellbook twice and I haven't found anything. Hey Britta. Hey Shirley. Glad to see you guys figured out how to destroy an anti-magic bubble."

"You've done your best Abed," Shirley patted his back, "but we have an alternative method that involves setting Pierce on fire."

"And his spirit would then be trapped in the closest magical item," Abed concluded. "Cool. Cool, cool, cool. I wanna help," he went to the window. "Craig, keep reading the spellbook. I'm gonna help my friends."

"What, another ally?" Pierce was standing behind them. "You can't possibly be serious?"

"It wouldn't make much of a difference!" Britta protested. "It's one all-powerful warlock against a witch and five people without magic."

Pierce stomped his foot on the floor, and the house began to shake. Everyone around him fell to the ground. "It's still not fair that no one is on my side. Not even my witches."

"We're not your witches Pierce! We're our own people and you're not going to control us anymore."

"Is that so?" Pierce tried to make Britta disappear, but it didn't work. "What the?" He tried a few more times before it dawned on him. Pierce chuckled. "Really Annie, a barrier spell?"

"Yes!" Annie stood up in defiance. "And I'm only going to break it when you're defeated."

"Annie, Honey, I can't be defeated. I've been here since the dawn of time and I'm not going anywhere. Annie, you're my favorite. You're like the daughter I never had. I don't want to have to hurt you."

Jeff stood up and got in front of Annie. "And I'm not going to let you hurt her."

"Well, well, well we have our damsel acting as the hero. You're very persistent about protecting your wife Jeffrey." Pierce waved his hand and sent Jeff hurling back toward the living room. "Tell me, would you die for her?"

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Annie threw a fireball at Pierce, but Pierce caught it before it could touch him.

"Thank you Annie. Now I can use your fireball to kill your husband. I bet it will be such a burden to be responsible death of another loved one." Pierce threw the fireball at Jeff, but Jeff rolled away before it touched him. Pierce growled in anger. "I've severely underestimated you Jeffrey. Apparently it will take more than a little fireball to kill you." Pierce smiled an evil smile as he created a larger fireball in his hands. "Let's try a large one."

"NO!" As Pierce threw his fireball, Annie instantly put a force field around Jeff. The fireball bounced off the force field. This time when Pierce tried to catch it, his hand burned.

Pierce healed his hand and looked up at Annie in anger. "You just made a big mistake, missy." Before he could conjure up anything new, Troy tackled the warlock to the ground (grateful for the years of football he had played). Pierce immediately snapped back up, sending Troy flying backwards in the process. While Abed and Shirley ran to his aid, Britta got angry. She ran around to look for something blunt and almost instantly found an unused golf club. As Pierce focused his attention on Jeff, Britta snuck behind Pierce and whacked him with the golf club.

Once Pierce hit the floor, Britta ran to Troy. "Troy! Troy, are you okay?" Troy weakly opened his eyes. "Troy? Troy, can you answer me?"

"I thought you wanted me to shut my piehole," Troy meekly spoke. Britta gave him a gentle hug. Afterwards, she and Abed helped him up. "Maybe if we keep striking him we can weaken him enough to push him into the fire." The other three nodded and each of them started to look for objects they could use to hurt Pierce.

Pierce noticed this. "I'll deal with you later Jeffrey," he disappeared into thin air.

"What the?" Jeff ran over to where Pierce was once laying. "Where did he go?"

"I don't know," Annie responded. "Just find something you can use against Pierce."

"Wait a second, isn't this Duncan's house? Why are you guys in my shrink's house?"

"You'll get an explanation later."

"Yeah if I survive this," Jeff reached for the poker by the fireplace.

Pretty soon they were joined by Shirley, Abed, Britta, and Troy. "Duncan has a lot of potential weapons around the house," Abed commented before he noticed something peculiar. "Why are there two Brittas?"

"Oh come on!" the Britta on the right cried out. "Guys, it's Pierce in disguise."

"No, that's Pierce in disguise. I'm the real Britta."

"The hell you are!"

"It's the classic which witch is which deal," Abed pointed out, "We have to figure out which witch is the witch and which witch is the warlock."

"In English?" Jeff remarked with both sarcasm and exasperation.

"We have to figure out which one is the real Britta and which one is Pierce disguised as Britta."

"I got this," Troy proudly stated. "Brittas, how old are you?"

Britta on the right shrugged. "I dunno."

"Thirty-six," the Britta on the left directly stated.

"The hell I am!" Britta on the right whacked Britta on the left with the golf club.

Troy pointed to the Britta on the right. "That's the real Britta. Real Britta doesn't know how old she is."

"Dammit!" Fake Britta turned into Pierce. "And are you really going to strain yourselves trying to attack me? Eventually, you'll wear yourselves out while I keep healing myself. How about I make this easy for all of you and suck out your life forces? Granted it's been three hundred and forty-two years since I last used it but I still remember it like it was yesterday."

"Three hundred and forty-two years ago?" Britta quickly did the math. "That was the year Annie was born wasn't it?"

Annie put everything together. "Pierce, you killed my father?"

"And believe me I took great pleasure in doing that," Pierce confessed. "He took your mother away from me, he was not going to take you away either."

"You bastard!"

"Oh please, it happened in an instant so his death was quick and painless. I had to get rid of him! And I see I'm going to have to do the same to your husband." Pierce glared at Jeff and held out his hand. "There's no use running Jeffrey. Once I hold my hand out, the spell goes to its instant target…which happens to be you. Goodbye, Jeffrey," Jeff tried to run, but Pierce had his gaze and his hand locked on Jeff. "Mortadando!"

"NO!" Annie pushed Jeff out of the way, causing Jeff to trip, fall and break Duncan's coffee table knocking him unconscious. Annie lay close by as well also unconscious.

Enough was enough! The four remaining mortals charged at Pierce, but he disappeared into thin air. Because of the barrier spell, he couldn't leave. He was somewhere in the house. As they quietly searched for him, they were all startled by an ear-shattering "MEOW" (much like most cats do in horror movies) and continuous barking. A scared Duncan Cat ran into view and jumped onto the fireplace mantle trying to get away from Changmatian. Hissing at Changmatian, Duncan Cat started knocking everything off the mantle and onto the floor.

One thing that rested on the mantle that fell was the Norwegian troll doll. The troll sat on the edge and was actually the first thing to fall. It didn't smash like the other things though. The troll doll rolled…toward Troy. Frightened, Troy backed away from the doll. And then the doll's eyes glowed red. Letting out a high-pitched scream, Troy ran. The troll then got up on two feet and started chasing him.

"IT'S PIERCE!" Shirley determined.

Abed picked up the troll doll. "Never again will you or Pierce torment my friends ever again." And with a quick toss, the troll doll was in the fire and Pierce's agonized screams were heard throughout the house.

"Why isn't anything happening?" Troy asked amidst the screaming "Where's his spirit?"

"It's released only when the body is completely burned," Britta replied back.

"Try to cast a spell," Abed suggested to her. "Get the screaming to stop."

Britta snapped her fingers, but nothing happened. "Nothing's happening!"

Shirley waved her hand. "Nothing's happening for me either."

"Crap in a hat we're still mortal!"

Afterwards the screaming stopped. A blue wisp of smoke appeared. "You think that's going to stop me? Someone is going to open that spellbook and I'll be back for my revenge, you'll see!" The house suddenly got windier. This was then confirmed by the house shaking, a powerful gust of wind, and swirling lights surrounding the blue wisp of smoke. The swirling lights then guided Pierce away.

"What's going on?" Abed asked as the wind picked up.

"This is normal!" Shirley assured him. "This happened to him when us when we were imprisoned in our spellbook."

"But that's impossible! The mini tornado thing isn't leading him toward the spellbook- that's near the back of the house!" Everything then calmed down. The house stopped shaking, the wind died down, and the wisp of smoke was gone. "So where did he go?"

Everyone's focus was suddenly changed by the sound of a painful grunt. "JEFF!" the four of them rushed over to their fallen friend.

Shirley (and Britta) stood aside as the guys helped Jeff up. "Are you alright Jeffrey?" Shirley inquired. "You took quite a beating from the coffee table."

Jeff paid no attention to them. The first thing he searched for, he found lying motionless across from him. "Annie!" He made his way over to her and scooped her up in his arms. "Annie?" He gently shook her. "ANNIE!" Annie lay motionless in his arms. "Annie?" The others helplessly looked on and even started crying along with Jeff. "Annie, don't do this to me." He buried his head in her chest and sobbed. "Don't leave me, please."

"Now look what happened," Pierce's voice was coming from somewhere in the hall. Jeff gently set Annie down and he and the rest of the group went into the hall.

"Oh my God he's in the mirror!" Britta was the first to discover Pierce's reflection in the hallway mirror. "The closest magic thing to trap him in was a mirror."

"Oh shut up Britta! Well, I hope you're proud of yourself Jeffrey," a furious Jeff slowly approached the mirror. "Thanks to you the witches lost their powers and Annie is dead. I hope you're pleased with yourself." Jeff removed the mirror from the wall. "Wait, what are you doing?"

"This is the closest I'm ever going to get to payback."

"Jeffrey?"

Jeff unleashed what seemed like a battle cry and smashed the mirror. Nothing gave him satisfaction like watching Pierce shatter into pieces. And then, the mirror and it's fallen pieces were gone. Everyone stared in silence unsure of what to do next.

Abed was the first to break the silence. "Is something supposed to happen?"

"Like what?" Britta replied as she stared at the ground like everyone else.

"I dunno…something."

"Is he gonna come back to life?" Troy asked.

"Let's hope not," Shirley answered back.

"Wouldn't breaking a mirror count as opening a mirror?"

"Shut up, Troy."

"Jeff's not in our little group anymore," Abed informed them without taking his eyes off the ground. "Are we not going to point this out?"

Britta glanced back into the living room and saw a slow walking Jeff stop beside Annie's body and fall to his knees crying. She was too busy observing this she didn't notice the rest of the group, Duncan Cat and Changmatian included, gather around to watch Jeff. As she watched Jeff take Annie in his arms, Britta felt a pair of comforting arms loop around her waist. She didn't have to look to see who it was, she knew it was Troy. She leaned in closer to him for comfort. And it was only after Jeff gave Annie a tender kiss and sob over her body did Britta lose it. She put her head near Troy's shoulder and sobbed. Troy was crying too as he comfortingly rubbed her back. Shirley stood there in tears, the animal-hybrids had sad faces, even Abed showed sad emotion.

This was all cut off by something happening. Little purple lights scattered around the house and were magically fixing everything. Nobody could do anything as the whole place was overtaken in a giant torrent of purple light. And when everything cleared six people- four clothed and standing and two naked and sitting on the floor- stood in the hallway shaking from the effects.

The last thing that was cleared happened over by Jeff and Annie. A giant wave of light overcame the two of them, and the effects also left Jeff shaking. Before he could fully take in what happened, he heard a muffled sound. In his arms, Annie began to stir.

Jeff's crying began to subside as he felt for a pulse. "Annie?"

Annie slowly opened her eyes and let out a weak, "Jeff?"

"Annie!" he pulled her close and embraced her, also giving her a kiss atop her head. Still holding her, he turned to everyone else. "Guys, she's okay!" The others cheered in excitement. "And I know this might not seem the right time to say this but Duncan, could you and that creepy Asian guy please put on some pants or something?"

Duncan covered his shame, while Chang stood there smugly not doing anything. "Pfft, you're all a bunch of prudes," Chang stood proud so all could see.

"Hang on a sec," Britta snapped her fingers, and Duncan and Chang's lower halves were instantly clothed (much to Chang's dismay). She let out an excited scream. "MY MAGIC'S BACK!"

Shirley waved her hand and Chang and Duncan were then fully dressed. "Hallelujah, I'm a witch again."

Jeff helped Annie stand up. "What..." Annie was rightly confused, "…what just happened?"

"That's right, you were dead," Abed nonchalantly remarked. "Jeff defeated Pierce for good."

"You did?"

Jeff nodded. "And I did it without magic."

"I take it you're going to hold that against me?"

"After you just died for me? Hell no. What kind of husband would I be if I bragged about me stopping an evil warlock all the time?" This made Annie giggle. "Annie, promise me you'll never leave me alone ever again."

Annie smiled. "I promise."

"Shall we seal the deal?" Annie coyly smiled as Jeff leaned in for a kiss.

Shirley placed her hand over her heart. "Oh, that's nice."

Chang made a disgusted face. "Ugh, public displays of affection make me sick. I miss being leader of the junkyard dogs."

"Ah, this reminds me of something I have to pick up," Duncan searched for his coat. "I'll be gone for a short while and when I return I expect you all to be out of my house. Ta-ta." He closed the door behind him.

Troy shrugged. "So what, we just go back to our normal lives?"

"Looks that way," Britta turned to him. "And I believe you and I have a date tonight." Troy smiled at her.

Meanwhile, Pelton snuck inside through the back window carrying the spellbook. "Everything's all good now, right?"

Troy clasped his hand in Britta's, "Yeah, it's all good."

"Phew!" Craig breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, here you go," he handed Abed the spellbook and gave Shirley the mini crystal ball back. "I don't know exactly what to do with this stuff."

Shirley took the book from Abed. "I do," she made her way into the living room, garnering everyone's attention. Everybody then watched as Shirley smashed the mini crystal ball and threw the spellbook in the fireplace.

Annie let out a shocked gasp. "Shirley, why did you do that?"

"I don't think we'll be needing those again. I think I speak for us witches when I say I'll be comfortably happy where I am performing little spells if necessary."

"Yeah," Britta agreed. "Yeah, me too."

Annie turned to Jeff. "Me most."

Jeff smirked back at her and went in for another kiss that was stopped by Shirley. "Yeah, Shirley?" Shirley nodded. "Hi. I don't care whether or not you approve. Annie is my wife and I love her so I have every right to kiss her."

"And I swear we didn't sleep together until after we were married," Annie added. "I know how you disapprove of premarital intercourse."

"I believe both of you," Shirley told them. "And I give you my blessing."

"Really?" Annie gave Shirley a big hug. "Thank you."

"I didn't finish. I give you my blessing on one condition."

Jeff skeptically raised his eyebrow to her. "What?"

"I get to plan your wedding."

"What?"

"Deal," Annie shook Shirley's hand.

"Yeah, newsflash; we're already married."

"I know," Shirley began to explain, "but Annie is like family to me. I've been a part of her life as she grew up and I'd like to be part of her wedding. I've also always wanted to plan a wedding, especially one for Annie."

"What about me?" Britta questioned.

"Oh please Britta like you would ever get married," Britta was about to argue, but Shirley had her there. Britta was definitely not the marrying type. "I'd be more than happy to plan Annie's wedding. A girl only gets one wedding you know."

Jeff scoffed. "Yeah, maybe in your time." Shirley glared at Jeff. "I'm not implying anything on Annie's part."

"You better not be Mister."

…

And so for the next couple of months Shirley planned an extravagant wedding without magic. Unfortunately, on the day of the wedding everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Oddly enough, Britta was the one to save the day by quickly putting together a simple wedding in Jeff and Annie's backyard.

"Oh my God I'm a Steppenwolf wife," she lamented as she eyed her amazing work.

Troy gave her a confused look. "I think you got your pop cultures mixed up there."

"Go easy on me jerkwad, I'm learning!"

"Are you okay? You seem bitter?"

"Why am I so good at this? This isn't me! Why must marriage be inevitable?" She stomped her foot in anger. "God I am going to make some man very happy someday."

"On the upside, you did a really nice job with this wedding on short notice. I think you would make a man happy someday," this didn't really help because Britta walked away. "Why can't I ever say anything that doesn't make people angry?"

…

All in all, it was a lovely wedding. Abed and Troy were groomsmen, Britta was the maid of honor (even though she was against it), Pelton wouldn't stop crying about his "loss", Chang was on his best behavior, and even Duncan attended with Felicia. And Shirley was the one who proudly escorted Annie down the homemade aisle (and bought her a beautiful off-white color wedding dress). There was nothing much to it after that with the exception of clichéd vows and an audience that cheered with excitement when it came time for Jeff to kiss the bride (well, except for one sobbing mess of a man).

"Hey," Jeff quietly spoke to Annie after they were done kissing, "whaddya say you and I get out of here?"

Annie gave him a funny look. "Isn't that a little rude to our guests?"

"We'll be back- it is our house after all."

"But Jeff…"

"I just thought we could go for a ride," Jeff whistled. "ROMBO!" A decorated broom with the displaying sign 'Just Married' around it flew into Jeff's grasp. "A little something I learned from Abed." Jeff escorted her onto the broom. "Milady."

"Milord."

Jeff climbed on after her and the broom slowly started to rise. Surprising to say no one seemed mad. In fact, everyone gathered around waving goodbye. Before officially flying off, Annie tossed the bouquet.

And who should catch it but…Abed. "Cool. Cool, cool, cool."

Jeff and Annie waved to the crowd as the broom started to take off. Once it got higher and picked up speed, Jeff tightly grasped Annie's hand.

"Tell me Winger; is this your first time flying?" Annie sarcastically asked.

"Don't be cruel," he replied back. "I wasn't going to do this without you."

"You didn't have to do this if you didn't want to."

"Well I wanted to do something nice for you that came sincerely from my heart and was relatively cheap."

"It's a very nice gesture."

"I prefer car travel."

"I'm not going to force you to try things I like if they're scary for you."

"Why does everyone think I'm afraid of heights?"

"Besides," Annie curled up to her husband, "I should probably cut down on broom riding."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"I don't think it's necessarily a safe idea in my condition."

"Since when is broom riding not safe for you?"

"I didn't say it wasn't safe for me."

"Yeah, but you said…" it dawned on Jeff. He instantly locked eyes with his wife. Her response was a lighthearted laugh and an excited nod. Jeff put his hands around her waist, and leaned in for a lingering kiss as they flew off into the sunset.

…

While everyone was inside, Troy and Abed remained outside laying on the grass and looking at the sky. "It must be cool marrying a witch," Troy commented. "Now that he married a witch he'll basically get to live out the show Bewitched."

"Personally, I wouldn't want to live out the Bewitched fantasy," Abed inputted. "If my life were to be like a TV show, I'd want it to be like Inspector Spacetime…or Cougar Town. How about you?"

"I dunno, there are so many choices."

"What's say you and I pay a little visit to the Dreamatorium and travel to TVLand."

"I say stop reading my mind."

For some reason, they each shared a laugh before standing up and sing-songing, "Troy and Abed to TVLand."

Oh come on, it would be too obvious to end with Jeff and Annie. Any good episode of Community usually ends with Troy and Abed anyway. And I suppose killing off Pierce is a subtle reference to Chevy Chase leaving Community at the end of the season.

But this isn't officially the end. Like I said, I wanted to end on either an even numbered chapter or a chapter divisible by 5. I had 2 endings in mind but I'm not so sure if I want to post the second one because as Brian Griffin would say, "It's like a big middle finger to the audience". Plus it would be short.

So…at least there will be one more chapter that may have a similarity to the ending of I Married a Witch.