Author's Note: For this fic, it helps if you like Star Wars and know the last three (4, 5, and 6) relatively well. If not, I hope the fic still makes sense. This fic is complete and I will be updating a chapter every day as a countdown to the Community panel this Friday at Comic-Con International.

Timeline: In my head this took place sometime after Dreamatorium and before the season finale, but it could probably work anytime after the foosball episode.

Chapter 1: Convincing Annie

The moment Annie Edison opened her bedroom door that morning she knew something was different. She paused momentarily, in between rooms, one bunny-slipper clad foot in hers and the other in the living room. Her head cocked minutely to the side, eyebrows wrinkling in confusion and she stepped back, taking the door with her and clicking it back in place into the door frame.

Not a minute passed and she opened it again, slower, and peered outside. It wasn't the living room, that was exactly how she left it after dusting the DVD collection— carefully this time— last night. It wasn't the smell of fresh coffee brewing, the automatic coffee maker she bought Troy, Abed and herself (though admittedly more for herself) as a second unofficial apartment-warming gift performed that delicious little miracle every morning. Neither was it the fact that Luke Skywalker and Han Solo were sitting at the table looking expectantly at her, though usually it was Inspector Spacetime and Constable Reggie, and if she was really lucky she might get Troy and Abed.

As if the names of her roommates triggered something in her brain she realized the difference instantly— the delightful aroma of eggs, sausages, and was that— it was! Pancakes. A grin brightened her face considerably as Annie shimmied out from behind the shield of her door and skipped hopped toward where Troy and Abed were seated, dressed respectively as Han Solo and Luke Skywalker. Troy had his best smile on, Abed conversely looked about as readable as a blank slate.

"Okay," Annie began, accompanying the word with a girlish giggle and a soft roll of her eyes, "Tell me. What's the occasion?"

Her roommates stared at her for a beat longer than was socially acceptable and then Troy caved. "Abed," Troy squealed, almost instantaneously collapsing into a heartbroken mess, "I knew this wouldn't work. I knew it." He punctuated his "knew's" with small hits of his fist on the table.

Abed looked unmoved as he reflexively put his hand at his best friend's back patting him comfortingly.

Annie immediately moved to Troy's other side, crouching onto her calves to better rub his forearm soothingly, "Oh, Troy..." she looked pointedly at Abed as she mouthed "What's wrong?"

"You're not normally this perceptive." Abed replied, by way of answer, and then he said to Troy, "She's not normally this perceptive."

Troy was nodding, whimpering through dry tears, "I thought it might- might've worked. I didn't think she wo—wo-would get it right awwwaaaay~"

Abed nodded gravely. "I understand, buddy."

Annie was even more confused. "What? Get what?"

"Annie—" Troy said, turning and latching onto her into a sudden death grip of a hug, Abed smoothly transitioning his position so he could still maintain the mechanical patting of his hand, "Annie, tell me ri-right now." Troy continued with fierce determination.

Annie's eyes shifted from left to right, unsure of what to make of the situation, her eyes urgently anchoring on Abed's as if to say "What do I do?" Abed just gave her a pointed look that could have meant "it's your fault" or "how dare you."

Her arms acted on their own accord as they reached up and around Troy to return the hug, "Oh Troy," she said, trying her best to comfort him, "Anything, what do you need to know?"

"We're g-good fr-friends right?"

Annie didn't think it was possible, but Troy's hug tightened, making her gasp out her answer. "Uh huh!"

"And—and good friends d-do anything f-for each other?" Troy was suddenly wracked with a shock of violent sniffling making his shoulders shake and with it, Annie's head. Abed gave her a pointed look.

"Yeah!" Annie managed, "Anything!"

"D-don't lie to meeeee!"

"I'm not!" She reassured quickly.

"P-promise!"

"Promise!" She repeated.

"Cross your heart!"

"Crossed!" She was running out of air.

Troy let go of her altogether, making Annie cough and gasp as she regained her breath.

"Oh good. So you'll be wearing this slave girl Leia outfit we made for you to the convention." Troy's voice was so composed she couldn't help but gawk, while still catching her breath, at her two friends who were now standing before her with the gusto of two new car salesmen with a really great deal. She had looked up from her position near the floor right in time to see Troy pose eagerly, hands palm up to swipe to the side in presentation while Abed held up a hanged metal bikini proudly.

When she didn't respond, Abed added quickly, "It's your cup size. I made sure."

Her shock quickly changed into a look of betrayal. It took her two tries to get her words out. "You... you mean that... you mean that that was a ploy? The smell of good breakfast to put me in a guaranteed good mood? The 10-hour Star Wars marathon last night? Manipulating my emotions? All of that was a trick to get me to wear that?"

Troy's winning smile didn't falter. "If by that, you mean a semester of metalwork and lingerie research to lovingly carve the masterpiece in front of you, then yes."

Annie looked about ready to kill. In fact, she wasn't sure what was stopping her. She was just about to pounce on Troy when Abed stopped her quickly with a raised index finger.

"You promised." Abed reminded.

"Promised!" Troy said from somewhere behind Abed. She didn't know how he got there so quickly.

"No! That was a promise I made to a good friend! Before I found out he's a liar...and a— a LIAR!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Troy and he ducked behind Abed as if to dodge a bullet.

Abed rose his free hand in half defense and half peace offering. "Annie, we were relying on your character trait of kindness and empathy to convince you, but I see now that it'll take more than just a complicated ruse of rousing your emotions." Abed turned around to his best friend and whispered "it was a good idea though" before sharing a quick Troy-and-Abed handshake and then returning his attention to Annie. Troy looked over Abed's shoulder, still uncertain for his safety. "Luckily," Abed continued, "I planned an alternative method." He paused. "You are late for this month's rent."

Annie sobered somewhat. "I don't see how that has to do with anything." she was still huffing, running on the adrenaline of yelling moments before. "I said I'll pay it next week."

"You said that last week," Abed corrected, "You were due one hour and fifty-two minutes ago."

Annie paused.

Abed rose an eyebrow at her lack of response, turning his head a centimeter to the left in confusion. "Would you like me to go into seconds?"

Annie looked away from Abed for a moment, completely derailed from her anger. "I don't get paid until Friday..."

"Precisely." Abed gave her a quick point of his index before holding up the metal bikini again. "Come with us to the convention as Leia Organa and we'll waive this month's rent." Behind Abed's shoulder, Troy rose a hesitant thumbs-up of encouragement.

Annie's eyes flicked from Abed's to the metal bikini, back to Abed again. Her eyes traveled to Troy's bobbing thumb, back to Abed's unwavering eyes and then back to the bikini. She grabbed the hanger out of Abed's hand roughly and trudged towards her bedroom. The door slammed behind her.

"Cool. Cool, cool, cool."

A/N: Nervous, nervous, nervous! First Annie/Abed fic— hell, first Community fic altogether. I feel like I'm too new to the fandom (I'm less than a month in!) to write a proper fanfic but this ship definitely needs more fanfiction to feed the crew on the Annie/Abed ship so I decided to get over it and write one of the plot bunnies in my head. I hope this qualifies as snack fodder.

A/N 2 (update): A few reviewers have brought to my attention how Abed seems out of character with threatening Annie about the rent. Under normal circumstances I think that would be out of character for Abed, but when it comes to the things he really loves (movies, live action role play, TV, etc.), Abed can get very serious. He wasn't really threatening Annie with the rent, he just saw it as an opportunity to take advantage of if Troy's plan didn't fall through and hoped that Annie would take the bait, which she did. At least that's what I was trying to convey when I was writing that part (which I see now didn't exactly hit home with all the readers haha). As Abed said in season 1 episode 3: "Well, Britta, it isn't called friend business. It's called show business."