Title: Advanced Cerebral Fitness
Word Count: 500
Disclaimer: I don't own Community
Summary: Jeff and Annie play chess. The prompt was from greta_garbo: "One Word: Surrender."

"What's with the chess board?" Jeff asked as he entered the study room, where Annie and Abed were in the middle of a game.

"I joined the Chess Club!" Annie smiled. "We're practicing."

Jeff rolled his eyes. "Of course you did. What, was your nerd cred lacking?

"Jeff, please. Chess is a game that requires extensive patience and planning, two things you clearly lack."

"I'll have you know I'm awesome at chess."

"Oh, really? Care to back that up?"

"What, now?"

"Why not?" She turned to Abed. "Sorry, Abed. We'll finish later?"

Abed nodded. "No problem. Can I watch? This should be interesting."

"What do I get if I win?" Jeff asked, sitting down.

Annie thought for a moment. "I'll do your homework for the next week."

"Three weeks."

"Two, for all your classes."

"Done," Jeff said.

"Not so fast. What do I get if I win?"

Jeff glared at her. "I don't know. I guess I can buy you lunch?"

"For two weeks."

"How about one week, and dinner at that new French café you've been clamoring on about?"

"Deal," Annie said, smiling. "I hope you saved your last paycheck, because you are so going down."

Annie went to move first, but Jeff stopped her. "Age before beauty," he said. "I'm white." Forty minutes later, the two were still playing. Abed, to his credit, stayed and watched the entire game.

"Oh, Jeff," Annie smirked. "Jeff, Jeff, Jeff. That's really your move? Okay, then. Rook to C-3." She moved her piece. "Oh, wait! That's where your queen is!" She cackled as she picked up Jeff's white piece, replacing it with her black one. "It's been fun, Jeff. Really, it has. But I'm afraid it's over now. In two moves, I'll have your king in mate." She looked at Abed, who was staring wide-eyed at the board. "Even Abed can't believe you missed that." Jeff glared at the pieces, frowning. "Come on, Jeff. Don't drag this out. We both know you've lost."

Jeff looked up at her and scowled. Hovering his hand over the board, he gently tipped over his king, conceding defeat. "I guess you win," he grimaced through clenched teeth.

Annie stood up and packed the board and pieces away, smirking at Jeff. "So, Café L'Orange Saturday. Wear something burgundy. It'll match the dress I'm planning to wear." She threw her bag over her shoulder. "See you guys later!" she called, walking out of the room.

Abed turned to Jeff, who was still frowning at the door. "Why'd you do that?" he asked. Jeff raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "You had her. Textbook queen sacrifice. Bishop to F-6, checkmate. You won. Why'd you surrender?"

"Sorry, Abed," Jeff said, shrugging. "I guess I just didn't see it." He stood up and shot a wink at the younger man before turning to leave. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go buy a new shirt."

Abed stared at Jeff's vacant chair and shook his head. "Talk about a grandmaster."