Fic: The Group Throws a Birthday-vention- Epilogue
Title: The Group Throws a Birthday-vention- Epilogue
Word Count: 479
Spoilers: The series. Takes place 4 years after graduation
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Community nor do I want to. Dan Harmon is doing an awesome job.
A/N: The more I sat on it, the more I didn't like how I ended this series. It was just too depressing. I had the idea for this epilogue as far back as the beginning and so decided to write it. I think this works better. I hope you guys like it! It's not a happily ever after, but I think it does as much as it can given how I ended the last chapter. Reviews and concrit are always appreciated!!! Thanks :)
Chapter 1: The Plan
Chapter 2: The Script
Chapter 3: The Explanation
Chapter 4: The Confrontation
Chapter 5: The Wait
The Epilogue
June 2017, Denver, Colorado...
Jeff is leaving the courthouse, hurrying down the steps to make his way across town and back to the D.A. office for a meeting. He glances left and does a double take. He hasn't seen her in four years, but recognizes her instantly. She's walking towards him but hasn't noticed him yet; she’s looking down at her cell, texting away and that makes him smirk. He remembers all the times the group harangued him for being attached to his phone.
He takes these private, undetected seconds to appraise her. She walks with a determined gait, on her way to something important, no doubt. His eyes slowly scan her frame and take in her appearance. Gone are the tights and ballet flats, the cardigans and pleated skirts that every damn day reminded him of just how tragically young and innocent she was. She's wearing a tailored navy blue, sleeveless dress and impressively high heels. A designer bag replaces the backpack with a thousand zippers. She's kept her hair long, but it's fashioned in attractive, loose curls that dance as she walks.
She's completely different, and yet exactly the same.
She looks up from her phone, finally, now 10 feet away from him and almost cartoonishly skitters to a stop at the sight of him, recognizing him immediately. He can’t help but smile at this. He hasn't changed much. A few more wrinkles and a few gray hairs are all that separate the Jeff from Greendale Community College and the Jeff of today, well, on the outside at least. He's still lean, still works out like a fiend, even more so now that he's closing in on 40.
She slowly approaches him, face blank and unreadable but eyes still as wide and unashamedly open as he remembers. Gone is the desperate-to-please, innocence of the girl he knew in college. Standing before him is a confident, self-assured woman. But behind her eyes, the melting blues of a Van Gogh, he can still see the ghost of the girl he fought with, laughed with, studied with, flirted with, and mourned with.
And then she smiles at him and he's slammed against a brick wall of memories. Memories of the most wonderful, insane, and cherished times in his life. Her smile is just as he remembers; one thing that hasn't changed about her-full of hope and happiness and unfailing trust and kindness. And suddenly he's desperate to know this new Annie. This older, grown-up, real-world Annie.
And she's there. She’s there. Standing right in front of him. He wants to reach out and touch her, needing to confirm that she's actually real. Actually standing before him with those eyes and that smile that he lost himself in all those years ago.
He clears his throat roughly and grins down at her.
"Hi."
"Hi."
The End.
The Beginning.
Word Count: 479
Spoilers: The series. Takes place 4 years after graduation
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Community nor do I want to. Dan Harmon is doing an awesome job.
A/N: The more I sat on it, the more I didn't like how I ended this series. It was just too depressing. I had the idea for this epilogue as far back as the beginning and so decided to write it. I think this works better. I hope you guys like it! It's not a happily ever after, but I think it does as much as it can given how I ended the last chapter. Reviews and concrit are always appreciated!!! Thanks :)
Chapter 1: The Plan
Chapter 2: The Script
Chapter 3: The Explanation
Chapter 4: The Confrontation
Chapter 5: The Wait
The Epilogue
June 2017, Denver, Colorado...
Jeff is leaving the courthouse, hurrying down the steps to make his way across town and back to the D.A. office for a meeting. He glances left and does a double take. He hasn't seen her in four years, but recognizes her instantly. She's walking towards him but hasn't noticed him yet; she’s looking down at her cell, texting away and that makes him smirk. He remembers all the times the group harangued him for being attached to his phone.
He takes these private, undetected seconds to appraise her. She walks with a determined gait, on her way to something important, no doubt. His eyes slowly scan her frame and take in her appearance. Gone are the tights and ballet flats, the cardigans and pleated skirts that every damn day reminded him of just how tragically young and innocent she was. She's wearing a tailored navy blue, sleeveless dress and impressively high heels. A designer bag replaces the backpack with a thousand zippers. She's kept her hair long, but it's fashioned in attractive, loose curls that dance as she walks.
She's completely different, and yet exactly the same.
She looks up from her phone, finally, now 10 feet away from him and almost cartoonishly skitters to a stop at the sight of him, recognizing him immediately. He can’t help but smile at this. He hasn't changed much. A few more wrinkles and a few gray hairs are all that separate the Jeff from Greendale Community College and the Jeff of today, well, on the outside at least. He's still lean, still works out like a fiend, even more so now that he's closing in on 40.
She slowly approaches him, face blank and unreadable but eyes still as wide and unashamedly open as he remembers. Gone is the desperate-to-please, innocence of the girl he knew in college. Standing before him is a confident, self-assured woman. But behind her eyes, the melting blues of a Van Gogh, he can still see the ghost of the girl he fought with, laughed with, studied with, flirted with, and mourned with.
And then she smiles at him and he's slammed against a brick wall of memories. Memories of the most wonderful, insane, and cherished times in his life. Her smile is just as he remembers; one thing that hasn't changed about her-full of hope and happiness and unfailing trust and kindness. And suddenly he's desperate to know this new Annie. This older, grown-up, real-world Annie.
And she's there. She’s there. Standing right in front of him. He wants to reach out and touch her, needing to confirm that she's actually real. Actually standing before him with those eyes and that smile that he lost himself in all those years ago.
He clears his throat roughly and grins down at her.
"Hi."
"Hi."
The End.
The Beginning.