Title: The Sum Of His Parts
Rating: G
Word Count: 1917
Disclaimer: I don't own Community
Summary: A FiccyFriday prompt from oneofthemuses on M/M. "Five Guys Who Liked Annie Edison, And One Guy That She Loved." Took it in a bit of a different direction. Hope you enjoy it! As always, comments and constructive criticism are appreciated :).

'5 Guys' Who Liked Annie Edison…

1. The Slacker

"Remember, we're meeting tomorrow at four," Annie said, packing up her books.

"Nope," Jeff responded. "Can't do it. Tomorrow's Saturday, and I'm pretty sure Saturday is Latin for 'no work.'"

"I'm aware that tomorrow's Saturday, Jeff, but this semester you extended Saturday to every day of the week. Have you actually done any of the homework at all, or have you simply copied mine every time we had an assignment?" Jeff lowered his head, embarrassed. "Uh huh. That's what I thought."

"But I've already graduated! This class doesn't actually mean anything to me."

"So why'd you even take it, then?" She asked, exasperated.

"Self-sacrifice. Who am I to deprive you all of my presence on a semi-weekly basis?"

Annie rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Regardless of what you may think, you're in this class, and this is a partner final presentation. I'll be damned if I'm going to fail because you couldn't be bothered to put in the work on a Saturday."

"But-"

"No buts! We're meeting tomorrow at four, and that's that. Got it?" She glared at him. He glared back. "Got it?" She repeated, eyes narrowing.

His resolve weakened. "Fine," he groaned, resigned to his fate.

She smiled. "Good. I'll pick you up around 3:45."

"Annie, I'm perfectly capable of driving myself to the library."

"Oh, I know you are. I just don't trust you to be here on time. After all, it is Saturday."

He paused and shook his head. "You're lucky I like you," he grumbled.

"Sure. Luck. If that's what you want to call it."

2. The Jealous 'Boyfriend'

"So, anyone got any plans this weekend?" Britta asked as she picked at her salad.

"Ooh, yes!" Shirley excitedly responded. "Andre and I are taking the boys to that new waterpark. It's been so darn hot lately and we're at our wits end. A day of lounging in the lazy river is just what the doctor ordered."

"Is that the one with all the funky waterslides? That place looks awesome!" Troy exclaimed.

Shirley nodded. "Well, you're all welcome to come with us. Come by our house tomorrow morning. We'll make a whole day of it!"

"Sweet! Abed and I are in," said Troy. Abed nodded in agreement

"You're going tomorrow?" Annie asked, frowning. Shirley nodded. "Sorry, I don't think I can make it."

"Why not?" Jeff asked, not looking up from his phone. "If you're worried about burning, I've got some SPF 100 I'm willing to share."

"You would," Britta jabbed.

"No, I'm not worried about getting sunburnt," Annie said. "Besides, SPF 30 is more than enough for me. I just have… other plans that day."

"Annie's got a date," Abed clarified.

"Abed!"

"What? Yesterday you were telling me and Abed that we were on our own for dinner Saturday because you were going out with that guy from your chemistry class," Troy said.

"I know, but a little discretion would be appreciated," Annie responded.

Everyone looked at Jeff, who was still staring at his phone. He looked up. "Why is everyone staring at me?"

"Anytime Annie mentions an interest in another guy, you go a little crazy," Abed explained. "It's actually one of your more reliable character traits."

"Well, maybe my character has developed a little more than you think," Jeff responded with a hint of frustration. He stood up and stuffed his phone in his pocket. "Annie, have fun on your date. I'll see the rest of you tomorrow morning."

Only Annie noticed his clenched fist as he walked off.

3. The Vain Narcissist

"Ok," Annie said. "So, Troy, you're picking up the pizza-"

"With at least one veggie, I know," he said before Britta could cut in.

Annie continued. "Troy's getting the pizza, with at least one veggie. Shirley's baking the cake-"

"I still can't believe you convinced me baking a cake for Pierce's birthday was a good idea," she said.

"Britta's bringing the chips-"

"There's this new organic brand of Let's I want to try."

"Abed's filming-"

"Camera's charged and ready to go."

"I'm getting the gift tomorrow, and Jeff's bringing the beverages." Everyone turned towards Jeff, who was frowning into a hand-held mirror. "Jeff?" she asked. "Did you get that?"

"Hm? Wha? Oh. Yeah. Party. Pop. Beer. Got it," he said, not looking up. "Does this look like a pimple?" he asked, pointing to his chin.

"I don't… what?"

"A zit, Annie, a zit! I'm thirty-seven, I haven't had a zit in nearly twenty years! How is this happening? Oh god, I need to go wash my face." He stood up.

"Jeff, calm down. Nobody cares if you have a zit or not; we're not that shallow. After all, you'd still like me if my face was still crusted in acne."

"That's because there's more to you than a pretty face and a tight sweater!" He called as he hurried out.

"Jeff!" She shouted after him. She stood to follow him when she caught Abed's eye. He subtly shook his head at her and gave a look that said let him have this one. So, she sat back down and sighed. "Everyone knows what they're bringing tomorrow?" The remaining four nodded. "Good."

4. The Knight In Shining Armor

"Do I look ok?" Annie asked, straightening out her dress.

"Annie, you look fine. Stop fretting," Jeff responded.

"Are you sure? Because I read that most people make their first impression based on looks and I don't want the jury to get any prejudices."

"Ok, two things. One, you got a ticket for running a stop sign. There's no jury, just a judge. Two, you. Look. Fine. Seriously, you could have shown up in sweat pants and a tank top and still looked better than me."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Annie, I'm sure."

"And you don't think anything bad will happen?"

"Annie, it's a ticket. You didn't kill anyone, there was no accident, you weren't speeding, and after seeing the intersection where you supposedly ran the stop sign, I think the judge will throw it out."

"Really?"

"Really. The sign is barely visible behind the fallen tree that the city was supposed to remove two weeks ago. At the very most, you'll have to pay a small fine."

"What?!"

"It's not a big deal. In fact, I'm confident enough that this'll be thrown out that I'll pay any fines they give."

"Okay," she said, calming down a tad. "Okay. And nothing is going to go on my record? I haven't gotten a ticket since I was seventeen."

Jeff chuckled. "Annie, really. Everything's fine. We're going to go in there, I'm going to do my thing and sweet-talk the judge, the ticket will be thrown out, and nothing bad is going to happen. That's the Winger Guarantee. Seriously, if I can't get you out of this, I don't deserve to be a lawyer."

Annie smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Thanks, Jeff. I owe you. Big time."

He shook his head and returned her hug. "Seriously, it's not a big deal. You're my friend." The two pulled apart. Jeff smiled at her. "Now let's go in there and clear your good name."

5. The Provider

"So that guy was here again." Annie looked up from her work to see her boss standing in front of her desk holding a take-out container of what appeared to be the #5 with chicken from China Palace.

"'That guy'?"

"Your friend. The tall one. Jeff, I think. He came by to see you, but you were too engrossed in your work to notice. Normally I'd admonish you for ignoring your friend, but seeing as I'm your boss, keep up the good work."

Annie sighed. "Sorry, Karen. I keep telling him to call first."

Karen chuckled. "Don't worry about it. He just wanted to drop this off." She set the container on Annie's desk and pushed it towards her. "He wouldn't leave until I promised I'd make sure you ate it all. So, eat."

"I don't have time," Annie groaned, shuffling papers about. "I still have to finish the paperwork from the Anderson and Tripoli cases and file all of these." She motioned to the stack of folders sitting to her right.

"No, you need to eat," her boss responded. "I mean, yes, you need to do all those other things, too, but eat first. Because I don't have time to deal with an employee who collapsed because the only thing she'd eaten all day is half a granola bar."

Annie picked up the container. "Fine," she grumbled, taking a bite of chicken. "Happy?"

"Yes," Karen flatly responded. Annie glared at her. "Oh, don't give me that. You're lucky. This is, what? The third time this week he's brought you lunch? Most people here would kill to have what you've got."

"And what," Annie paused to swallow a mouthful of noodles. "exactly have 'I got'?" Karen just raised her eyebrows and walked away.

…And One Guy She Loved

"I had a good time tonight," Annie said. She and Jeff were standing outside her apartment door after what one might call a date. Well, one might call it that, but Jeff had refused to use the word, calling it 'high-school'. Still, he'd picked her up, they had gone to dinner and a movie, they held hands while walking down Central Avenue afterwards, he paid for everything, and he had even escorted her to her door. So if it looked like a duck and walked like a duck…

"Good," he responded, smiling. "I'm glad. I, um. I wanted tonight to go well."

She smiled up at him and gave his hand a squeeze. "Aww, you were nervous." He grinned sheepishly and averted his eyes. "Well, you had no reason to be. Everything was perfect, Jeff. Really."

"Good." She wasn't sure, but she thought he was blushing. "So, what are you up to for the rest of the night."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you asking if you can come in?"

"No!" he said quickly. "No, not like that, I just mean…"

She laughed. "Relax, Jeff. I know your intentions are honorable. To answer your question, I'll probably just curl up in bed and browse YouTube."

"Sounds relaxing." The two stood in the hallway, gazing at each other and smiling.

"This was a nice first date," she said, breaking the silence.

"First, huh? Does that mean I get a second one?"

She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Maybe. I wouldn't be opposed to it." She opened the door to her apartment, but turned back to him before walking in. "Call me tomorrow?" He nodded. "Good."

She closed the door and went over to the window, watching as he exited the building. He looked up and caught her eye, smiling. She smiled back and waved, not bothering to fight the feeling in her stomach he gave her as he returned the gesture. Because Jeff Winger was a lot of things. He was vain and shallow, selfish and immature. Yet at the same time, he was always aware of what lay beneath the surface. He was unwaveringly loyal to his friends, almost to a fault, and Annie knew that he'd be there if she needed him. She wouldn't even have to ask.

So yes, Jeff Winger was many things, pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly to form one grand picture. And when the picture was complete and Annie took a step back to admire the final project in its entirety? Well, she couldn't help but fall in love.