Fandom/Pairing: Community, Superman; Jeff/Annie, Superman/Lois Lane
Spoilers: Through 5x01
Rating: PG, but G for this chapter
Word Count: 823
Disclaimer: Community and the related characters are © Sony Pictures Television Inc. and and Open 4 Business Productions LLC. Created by Dan Harmon. Superman is © DC Comics. Created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster
Description: Superman meets the study group and searches for Annie.
Notes: Set between seasons four and five, during the second semester of Annie's last year at Greendale, which is to say either the 2013-14 or 2014-15 school year, depending on how many years you think elapsed between 4x13 and 5x01. I'm inclined to think the latter, but I don't think it matters. I originally thought this would be a three-part fic, but now I'm leaning toward 4 or 5 chapters. Time will tell.
Upon receiving the GPS coordinates for the Maple Ridge Nursing Home from the JLA computer, Superman adjusted his flight path once more and a few seconds later was hovering 200 feet above the facility. He quickly scanned the building with his X-ray vision, but saw no one tied to a chair or locked in a cage or any other obvious sign of anyone being held hostage. His super-hearing caught the sound of someone saying "Annie," but it didn't sound like it was coming from inside the building. Glancing around, he saw a group of five people arguing near the edge of the parking lot. He flew toward the group, and he landed nearby just as one of them, a thirtyish woman with a fierce look in her eyes, said, "Look, if Annie's in there, we don't have time to stand around. I've got a tire iron in the van, and –"
Not wanting to hear the end of that sentence, Superman cleared his throat and said, "Excuse me, would you happen to being talking about Annie Edison? A friend of mine received a phone call from her, and called me when the call was interrupted." Five heads turned in his direction, and four faces registered varying degrees of shock and surprise as they saw who had spoken. He continued, "She thought the way the call ended was suspicious. I take it you have similar suspicions?"
One of the group, the one who had failed to register any emotion on seeing him, spoke up. "Hi, Superman. You can help us decide the best way to rescue Annie. Troy here –" He indicated the man standing next to him, who was staring at Superman with wide, unblinking eyes. "– wants to force everyone out of the building by tampering with the HVAC system. Britta –"
"You can't look in my bag, I know my rights."
"– wants to call our friend Pierce and ask him and his brother Gilbert to buy the nursing home and then hire us to work there so we have free access to the building. Jeff wants to bluff his way in using a fake subpoena. You probably heard what Shirley wants, but earlier she was talking about using homemade brownies and motherly guilt to make the front desk guy let us in. And I – I'm Abed, by the way – think Batman should go in." A gleam of enthusiasm entered his eyes as he spoke the last sentence.
Superman couldn't help raising his eyebrows at that. "Batman?"
"It's best not to ask," Jeff said, quietly.
"Actually, since you're here," Abed continued, "we can scrap all our plans and just have you crash through the wall."
"I try to minimize property damage," Superman said with a tone of mild reproof, "especially when I haven't confirmed the person we're looking for is actually in the building. Do any of you have a picture of Miss Edison?"
Jeff pulled a phone from his pocket, tapped and swiped the screen a few times, and handed it screen-down to Superman. "That's from 2013," Jeff said as Superman studied the photo, an apparently unposed shot of a young lady seated at a table intently studying a textbook and brushing her long brown hair back behind her ear. "There's a more recent one if you swipe left." That photo showed Annie with Jeff, wearing wide grins, sitting together at a garishly decorated Mexican restaurant.
Superman handed the phone back to Jeff the way it had been handed to him and turned back toward the nursing home to perform a more meticulous X-ray scan of the building. "But what about the probably clause?" he heard Britta ask. "I've had a lot of cops search my bag because they thought I probably …"
That was another sentence Superman preferred not to hear the end of, and, fighting to keep the smile out of his voice, he interrupted Britta to say, "I'm not acting on behalf of any law enforcement agency, so probable cause doesn't necessarily apply here …"
"Good thing, too," Jeff said. "An interrupted phone call and a missed daaaaappointment doesn't come close to establishing probable cause. I've had searches tossed out of court that were performed with more justification than that." He paused, then added, "Back when I wasn't a good person, I mean."
"Do you see Annie, Superman?" Shirley asked.
"No," he admitted. "There are a lot of areas that seem to be lined with lead –"
"That's pretty suspicious, wouldn't you say?" Abed said.
"It's … unusual. But it's not enough to justify crashing through the –" He stopped, and laughed softly. How'd I miss that the first two times? "Never mind. I know what to do." With that, he crossed the parking lot and entered the building through the front door. As the door swung shut behind him, he heard Troy's voice for the first time.
"Damn, why didn't we think of just walking in?"