Jeff and Annie made their way out of the building.
"Where is everyone?" Annie asked.
"I don't know. The last person we saw was the dean." Jeff looked around. No one was outside. "What if we're the last ones?"
Annie's eyebrows went up. "What would that mean?"
"It would mean it's between the two of us."
"I won't kill you, Jeff."
"Well, I'm not going to be that guy and kill you."
Annie jumped with an idea. "I know what to do! We find poison berries and threaten to eat them at the same time! That way, they'll have to stop us and we both win."
"Annie, as stupid as that is, we're not doing it."
"That didn't even make sense."
"Like your plan?"
Annie folded her arms.
"No one is watching us. We would really die. And as much as I don't doubt there are poison berries on this campus, I'm not going to look for anything that will potentially kill us."
"Jeff, look." Annie pointed to Abed and Chang at a standoff in the quad. "We need to help him."
"Come on," Jeff led the way at a sprint with Annie not too far behind.
Just before Abed lunged at Chang, Jeff and Annie made it to him.
"We're hear to rescue you," Annie told him, knowing he'd love that line.
"If we all kill Chang, we'll have to resort to killing each other," Abed said. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm pretty adamant about this prize. I won't be the character to step back from this."
"We can get to that later," Jeff said. "Right now, we kill Chang."
"Bring it on, suckas!" Chang yelled. He whipped his sword back and forth in the air, making sound effects to go with it.
Jeff ran at Chang with his sword high in the air. He brought it down as Chang swung his up. The swords collided so hard that Jeff's tore from his hands. Chang twirled around swinging for Jeff's neck. Jeff ducked just in time. The sword swished over his head. Chang pointed his sword at Jeff and ran toward him. Just before the tip could touch Jeff, Annie rushed between him and the point. Chang slowed down and simply tapped the point to Annie's collar. "You're dead," he said in monotone.
Annie dramatically held where the sword had touched and fell to her knees.
"Annie!" Jeff yelled, tilting his head up to the sky, and pulling his arms back.
Chang shook his head and tapped Jeff's neck with his sword.
"Damn it," Jeff said, noticing his stupidity.
Just before Chang could see it coming, Abed jumped over Jeff and Annie, and hit Chang's legs with Excalibur. Chang fell to the ground, releasing his sword and clutching to his shin. "Ow! That's wood, idiot."
Abed stood over Chang with Excalibur hovering over his chest. "I declare you terminated." Abed pressed the sword against Chang's chest. Chang pushed it away. "Okay, you got me. I'm dead. Geez. No need to leave bruises."
"I think it's too late," Abed said. "Sorry."
"I was being sarcastic," Chang replied with an eye roll.
"Ah. I'm working on that."
The study group gathered around the table the day after the Medieval feast. Outside of study room F, custodians were cleaning in whatever means to take streamers down, clean up the mess made by some broken furniture and glass, and gathering a bunch of toy weapons and pieces of costumes that had been left.
"What are you going to do with your Hulu pass, Abed?" Shirley asked with a big smile on her face.
Abed cocked his head. "I'm not sure I understand the question. Hulu being a way to watch movies and TV, that's exactly what I'll do."
"Hey, Abed!" Jeff said with a false smile. "Since you have my Netflix password, how about you give me your Hulu password."
"No can do, Jeff."
"Oh come on, A-bed," Pierce jumped in. "Hand it over."
"Pierce, you don't even watch TV," Troy said. "In your free time, you look over an old dirty joke book."
"Why is it dirty?" Annie asked.
"Oh, sweet, innocent Annie," Jeff said, cupping his hand in hers. "It's a sexual book. He's not talking about dirt."
Annie pulled her hand away, feeling awkward with Jeff holding onto hers after he cleared the confusion up.
"You know what my weapon should have been for the battle yesterday?" Pierce smirked playfully.
"Don't want to hear it." Britta held up a hand to keep him from giving the punch line.
Pierce must have thought she was trying to high five him for the joke because he worked his stomach onto the table and pushed himself across, holding out his hand to touch hers, but Britta took it away before he could. Pierce shoved himself back and found his seat.
"You wouldn't lend your password to your friends, Abed?" Shirley pouted.
Abed shook his head. "I can't risk the places held for my recommendations according to what I watch to be filled with mindless cartoons, political rants, next in fashion shows, garbage, or shows that don't make any sense. Also, I don't want the ratings of certain listings to go up or down on what you guys prefer."
"Can I have your password?" Troy whispered as if no one could hear.
"Sorry, Troy," Abed replied at normal volume. "You can watch with me though. All of you are free to. I'd like to introduce you to some worth watching footage."
"Dean dong," Pelton said, walking into the study room in his normal attire - more exact - a dress shirt, tie, and slacks. "That was a doorbell." He gave a short chuckle.
"We noticed," Jeff said, unamused.
The dean stood there looking around the table, smiling.
"Do you have something to say or are you just here to bother us some more?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, Jeffery." Dean Pelton touched his shoulder, to which Jeff shoed away his hand. "I just wanted to congratulate Abed on his victory." The dean gave a few silent claps.
"You did that already," Abed replied.
"I did?" Pelton asked, hands on his hips, falsely surprised.
"Yeah, when you gave me the Hulu password."
"Must've slipped my mind," Pelton said, face palming himself. "How are all of you today?"
"We were doing fine," Jeff sighed.
"Aw, did I make your day better?"
"No," Jeff said under his breath.
"Jeff, do you mean fine as in F-I-N-E or . . ." Abed began.
". . . F-Y-N-E. There's a difference," Troy finished.
"Is there? Other than one being spelled wrong?" Jeff asked, hoping he didn't receive an answer.
"Well, I'll just leave you sentence-finishers to it." The dean waved. "Glad I could make your day G-O-O-D." After flashing a cheesy smile, he left.
"Anyone keeping track of how many times that guy comes in?" Jeff pointed behind him with his thumb.
"I thought you did, Jeff," Annie said, peeking on his side of the table, just beneath the table top. "You mark on the table a lot. I figured you were scratching in whenever Dean Pelton came in."
"I just notch as many times as someone mentions my abs . . . which is a lot. Sadly, it happens mostly when he's here."
Annie looked over to the opposite corner. "Abed? Troy?"
Abed raised his hand. "I mark 'classic wingers.'" He nodded, proud of himself.
"I just make notches," Troy replied cooly.
"Oh."
"I know - or at least to my knowledge - none of you have kids, but I need to get home to mine." Shirley stood up, grabbing her purse.
Pierce got up on his feet. "Yeah, I better get to studying some more jokes for you guys next week."
"Can't wait," Britta said, unimpressed as she stood. "There's rioting going on in the middle east. I need to keep tabs on it."
"What, so you can catch the first flight over if the need you?" Jeff laughed.
She shot her attention to him. "If they need me, yes! I will do my humanly part and take a stand for rights of all people. I have a duty to my fellow people."
"Can I come?" Troy asked, sitting up in his chair, excited. "I've always wanted to go to the middle east."
"Middle realm," Abed whispered.
"Oh. Never mind. Count me out."
"Let's watch some more Lethal Weapon." Abed left the room, followed by Troy - that last one to leave other than Jeff and Annie.
"I'm sure you need to leave too," Jeff said, looking to his side at Annie. "Have a project due in three weeks that you need to get done or something?"
"I wouldn't procrastinate that much," Annie replied, getting an overwhelmed look from Jeff. "What about you? Do you have a hot date tonight?"
"N -" he started, but caught himself. "Yes, actually. I do. Or at least I hope so."
"What, she hasn't answered yet?"
"I haven't even asked."
"That's a whole level of procrastination I hope to never reach."
"Milady?" Jeff stood grabbing his binder and offering his free hand to Annie.
"What about your hot date?"
Jeff raised an eyebrow and gave a small smile.
Annie hesitantly took his hand and stood. "Milord."
"What's wrong?" he asked, worried.
"You were right, Jeff. Not that you don't deserve me, but we just don't know how things are going to go. We don't want to get into a relationship and then have it ruin the group."
"I'm only asking you on a date, Annie. I'm not asking you to marry me."
Annie tried not to blush. "I know," she said lowering her hand and her gaze. She regained eye contact. "Let's just put it on hold for now, okay? I do need to wake up, like you said."
"Annie, I didn't mean -"
"It's okay, Jeff," she told him, giving a sweet smile.
Jeff nodded, feeling down. "Just let me know if you need to be woken up again, alright?" he forced himself to tease her. He didn't want her to know she hurt him. He had probably hurt her yesterday.
Annie giggled. She fell into him, wrapping her arms around him. "Jeff, you're great."
Jeff enfolded her in his arms. "So are you, Annie," he said, rubbing her back with a hand.
"I'll see you soon, knight." She fell away from the embrace.
"And as will I . . . you," he tried sounding medieval. "Princess," he added. And he watched her pick up her weighted backpack and walk out of the study room. She looked back to give him a smile, and he waved, smiling back. But once she turned and went on her way, his smile faded. There she went. And each time, he hoped she would return. Even if nothing did spark between them, - which he felt sometimes happened and other times didn't for him personally - she would always be a part of him and have a part of him just like each of the members of the Greendale Seven did. That's because they were a family however their relationships were with each other. The thing that was constant was that they were a family and always would be.
THE END