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Feb. 26th, 2007

My so-called life

Yeah.  I'm stealing that phrase.

So have ever you had a thing that should be simple, but turned out to be incredibily difficult? Something that is so difficult, it's draining, it causes strain on you and your respective others that are around you?

God, today sucked so much.  And I'm so so so so so so so so so tired and hungover, except I'm staying up to watch the Oscars and it's NEVER ENDING! Seriously, I just want to die, but I'm not giving up now that I made it this far.

And two of my close friends are fighting.  Over a ridiculous thing (of course) and it's all tense and I'm trying to stay out of it (although I have opinions, of course and it's really hard when it's your friends) but I'm kind of in the middle and I'm stuck there.

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh what a day. 

I also woke up this morning at 6 a.m., sweating insanely while my heart pounded a mile a minute.  I'm serious, this was hardcore sweating, I even went outside and laid on the floor of my balcony to cool down, but it didn't make a difference.  And I didn't even feel hot, at all, but I couldn't stop sweating.  I've never sweat that much in my life.  And my heart, it was mental.  It was just rapidly pounding, like I had been exercising or running, except I just woke up.  And it stayed like that FOR AN  HOUR.  I couldn't fall back asleep because of it, and then I started panicking because it was really really scary.  I tried to stop it (not really sure what to do), by walking around, eating something, drinking lots of water but it wouldn't stop.  Eventually, I just feel asleep again and when I re-woke up, it didn't even seem real.  But god, it was scary, feel like I was dying or something (which I'm sure is an exaggeration but that is what it felt like).  That sort of thing never really happens to me.  All I could think of that perhaps I was having a panic attack (but unlikely, because I had just been sleeping) or maybe this is some hardcore hungover reaction.  Or perhaps this what it feels like to be on pills, except I have no experience in that (yeah, I'm a healthy loser, I know).  And also, I hadn't taken any pills.

Jeez, I should have realised that it was a sign of the day coming.

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Feb. 13th, 2007

Saudade: Part Two

Title: Saudade: Part Two
Author: [info]creepyonion
Characters: Cuddy/Wilson
Warnings: None, no spoilers
Summary: Part Two of Saudade, this time Wilson's POV.  He was a little harder to write, because I've always thought that WIlson thinks as how he talks, (i.e. the long winded speeches he often gives House).  So I think he's a little more switched on, in terms of his feelings than Cuddy.  So I hope it came across okay without being too anvillicious.

Previously...





Saudade

Melinda was the first.  She liked to kiss him behind the Baptist church down the road from her house, while she sang “I’m Waiting For The Man” under her breath.  She would wiggle close and whisper, 

 

“Don’t you think the world’s problems could be solved by The Velvet Underground?”

 

She was breathy and sultry and sometimes he thought that she liked his father’s car more than she liked him.

 

And when he told her he loved her, on that cold Jersey night, she laughed and only said “Oh Jimmy.  No you don’t.”

 

He never told anyone that part.

 

“Awww jeez,” scoffed his younger brother when he mentioned his dreams of living in Astoria with Melinda, “you’re never going keep that girl down.”


 

Holly was the second.  She was a blonde little thing, with curly hair and a passion for alcohol and loud music.  She liked to wear long, large sweaters with plain black tights underneath, and skip their freshmen college classes together to make out in the supply closet of their dorm. 

 

It only last four months.

 

“Oh Jimmy,” she sighed at him, “You’ve got a knack for this, you know.”

 

“For what?”

 

“For making bad girls want to stay.”

 


Jackie was the last. She was two months after the demise of Holly and stayed for six.  She smelt of coffee and cigarettes and never appeared to sleep, and got into the habit of giving every freckle on his back a name.

 

“I could love you, you know,” she told him once.

 

“But you don’t?”

 

“Oh Jimmy,” she smiled, and his heart dropped at the sound of the recurring “Oh Jimmy”, “I don’t know what a boy like you is doing with a girl like me.”

 

“If you don’t think you’re good enough, that ridiculous.”

 

But she just petted his face and sighed. 

 

“Look at that your face of yours. You’ve got images of weddings dancing in your mind.  You have the eyes of a boy.”

 

She kissed his shoulder.

 

“You’re not getting anywhere with girls like me.”


 


His wives were different.  They were upper-class, white collar maidens, with shiny hair and empty eyes.  He thought he loved them, but knew he didn’t, and the stiff side of him loved being a doctor in the suburbs with a wife in a mansion.

 

His life was filled with thoughts of the past and an ache for lies that he thought he had covered, to become true.

 

Often, he would wake up in the middle of the night, a sudden yearning for Melinda taking over him.

 

“You wanted to keep her,” his first wife said to him.  “Like she was a…thing.”

 

And some part of him thought that Melinda held all the secrets.  The secrets of James Wilson.

 

The first wife left because of his second.  His second wife left because of the empty nights and cold beds.  His third left for reasons he didn’t care enough about, and perhaps that was the point.

 

His flings throughout his marriages he barely remembered, for most often or not, they were carbon copies of his wives who failed to make an impact.


 


And after that, there was Lisa.


 


“Oh James,” she asked him with her eyes of guilt and shame, “Is it my fault again?”

 

And normally he would chide such a person for the drama of it all, he would chide House for such a comment, but this time, he couldn’t, nor wouldn’t.

 

“Unless you were the crazed gunman, then no, I don’t it is,” he told her gently.


 


They were drunk the first time.  It was the only excuse and it probably never would have happened if they weren’t. 

 

And after it was over, he got up to leave, felt he was sensing the rules correctly (if there were such rules for this sort of thing), only to be stopped.

 

“Stay?” She asked timidly, and he knew tomorrow she would hate herself for showing such a side of her.

 

And so he did.

 

He was better at this than she was.  She was unsure of the boundaries, unsure if the boundaries needed to be discussed, and after his second visit to her house, she told him it needed to stop.

 

“We’re good at this, you know,” he told her.  “It doesn’t need to anymore than this.”

 

He wasn’t sure when he noticed.  Perhaps it was with the red wine and Lou Reed (and how his heart jumped every time she put on his CD), or with her love of touching his back, or with the sneaky cigarette she seemed to have in the dead of the night.

 

“You remind of people I used to know”.

 

She had a habit of not replying.


When his brother disappeared, in his grief he felt like a stray who wandered from the pack.  His family was numb with reaction, a sad look here, a sigh there, and still nothing.  He was angry, loud and full of hate; hate for his brother disappearing, hate for the lifestyle that his brother had taken upon himself and hate for the longing that he left behind.  Longing that he could sense in the air when he visited his brother’s abandoned shack of an apartment, longing that he could sense in himself.

 

“Did you used to be someone else?” he asked her one night, her back to him.  “Bet you were a rebel, wild child in college.  Bet no one could keep you still.  House would know.  I’ll ask House, when he wakes up.”

 

She responded with a story about her dreams.


He wasn’t sure when this turned into something.  It never did for her, he was sure, or at least, she would pretend until the ends of the earth that it never did.

 

He told her of Melinda.  He wanted to explain to her about Melinda, about the secrets that she kept that he didn’t know, of why he had been struck by Melinda and in love with her when no one else believed him.  He wanted to tell her that Melinda could have been his wife, if she had just stayed.

 

He wanted to tell her that perhaps he married all his wives in search of her, but he wasn’t entirely sure why, because Melinda wasn’t the type of person that could have been kept, though a part of him still believed otherwise.  He wanted to tell her that perhaps his longing for Melinda was more of the idea of her, than her.

 

He wanted to tell her that she was the first person he wanted to tell all of this to.

 

But he didn't


On one night, he let the wine hit him and was drunk.

 

“Sometimes I almost want to say things to you,” he said.

 

She just told him of her grandmother’s death.

 

He was aware of people’s perceptions.  Dr James Wilson, he just has a habit of falling in love, they say.  Or, Dr Wilson just has a weakness for women. 

 

“It’s an odd thing,” His brother said to him once, both drunk.  “You’re such a good boy, by appearances.  But you feel more comfortable around bastards like me, and House.  You only fall in love with the wild girls, while sleeping with all the boring ones.  Are you ever going to find your girl?”

 
Sometimes he thought to himself that the girl for him was Lisa.


When this was over, he knew he would go back to chasing middle-class skirts.

 

When this was over, he would think of the things that always seemed out of fingers grasp.


 


 

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Feb. 10th, 2007

Great Knights of Columbus!

I just found out that one of my closest friend doesn't like Will Ferrell.  Which...I just find impossible.  Seriously. 

I think I have end to our friendship.

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Saudade

Title: Saudade

Author: [info]creepyonion

Characters: Wilson/Cuddy, with special mentions of The Goonies, the most awesomest movie around.

Warnings: None, no spoilers.

Summary: "She often thought to herself that she liked the way he looked in her bed, the way he looked in her house.  He eased in with the walls and furniture as if he had been there all time, and if she blinked, she could forget he was there."

Author's note: Want to know the meaning of "Saudade"? Look it up bitches! :)


 

Saudade



She once dreamt of a life of which did not exist.  Of her four children with dark features and gangly limbs, their arms wrapped around the legs of her husband.  Of her house on a hill in Salem.  Of sleeping into till ten, while lilies grew outside her window.

 

“Salem?” he only asked.

 

She didn’t tell him it was because of the gothic, dark look of the houses that she loved so much.  She didn’t tell him it was because of her grandmother, who died there.  She didn’t say a word.

 

“And who was the husband?” he asked to the silence.

 

She often thought to herself that she liked the way he looked in her bed, the way he looked in her house.  He eased in with the walls and furniture as if he had been there all time, and if she blinked, she could forget he was there.

 

He seemed to slip into her life as a perfect fit, the corners not creased, the texture smooth.

 

He was still talking to the air.

 

“I used to want to live in Astoria.  You know, because of The Goonies movie?”

 

He has told this story before; of being sixteen in New Jersey and embarrassing himself in front of his friends because he wanted to go see a kids movie.  Of telling the first girlfriend that he ever had that he loved her, in his father’s old station wagon.  Of sitting together, close and warm, while New Jersey winter outside the windows teased them, and that Cyndi Lauper song about the Goonies played on the car stereo.  He had told this story before; of the Goonies, of being a sixteen year old in 1985, of being in love.

 

And her name was Melinda, he told her.

 

She wondered when she should begin talking, begin replying to the call.

 

She liked sex with James to prelude with red wine and Lou Reed.  She liked to swing the phone back and forth in her hand, pretending that she wasn’t going to call him, wasn’t going to need him to be in her house.  She liked curling up on the chair that was too big for her, nursing her wine in her hand, while James sat on the floor and got close to the fireplace.  He would talk, and she would listen, and he would slide closer to her. 

 

Sex with James was quiet and desperate, pawing at each other’s skin, scratches on his back, panting in his ear.  There was touch of frailness to her that came across, a sense of panic that exposed her, in a terribly tragic sort of way.

 

And when she whispered Jimmy over and over again, it somehow slightly fixed the bits that were torn apart.

 

“You come over because you’re James,” she always told him.

 

Tonight, he didn’t reply.

 

Some things, she can predict in life.  Her mother calling at precisely 9am on each day of Hanukah.  House being a pain in her ass.  Of her constant fear that it was lost, though she could never figure out what it was.

 

But she didn’t predict Dr. James Wilson.

 

“It seems to me that you don’t necessarily need me,” he said to the air of her muteness.  “That I talk, and I get no reply.  That I feel and you…don’t feel back.  I am an entity but not a person.”

 

She refused to look at him, kept her face buried in his back.

 

“I could be anyone.”

 

She expected him to leave, for the left side of her bed to feel cold and un-sunken. 

 

But he stayed.

 

She liked the freckles on his back, the warmness of his skin and sometimes when she saw him around the hospital, she felt like hiding under her desk and waiting for him to find her.

 

He was a contradiction of terms, an adulterer with a boyish face and a friendly attitude.  He wasn’t sleazy nor intimidating and sometimes she felt like she needed a person who challenged her with the opposite of people’s expectations.

 

“What are you feeling?  What aren’t I feeling back?” she replied to the call.

 

But he won’t be the first person to say it.

 

When she was sixteen, it was 1987 and she spent all her summers in Salem, with her grandmother.  Her boyfriend was Todd Winslow who hated the opinionated Jewish side of her, and cheated on her while she was in Salem.  That summer, she spent hours peeling off the layers of wallpaper in her grandmother’s house, going through each layer that had been left behind.


Her grandmother died at the end of that summer, lilies around her casket while her mother cried and her hands smelt like wallpaper glue.

 
He listened to her story with his back still facing her.

 

“I don't mean to be like this."

 

And he took her hand and clasped it tight.

 

Sometimes, at work, she idly thought of the boy who wasn’t from Astoria, who was sleeping with the girl who wasn’t from Salem, and wondered what happened to Melinda and Todd Winslow.

 

She could count on two hands how long it would be till they stopped sleeping together.

 

But in the night, when her house is warm with a presence, her head is full of the Goonies and wine and imaginary children, she doesn’t want it to end.

 

“Who was the husband in your dream?” He asked her again.

 

And for awhile, she pretends that it was him.


 


 

Follow me to part two


 


 

 

 

 

 

 

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Feb. 2nd, 2007

Honey dripping behind

I love the dirty lyrics of that Jesus and Mary Chain song.  They're deliciously perfect.

I've also just found the perfect break-up song, and I wish I had a boyfriend to break up with, just so I could curl on my bed in the dark and listen to I Know It's Over by The Smiths over and over again.  Seriously y'all, that is perfect.

I've now officially had my THIRD dream about Matthew Perry (non-dirty, mind you).  This last one I was sorta hanging out with him and all of the Friends cast and we were hunting for gold coins.  Surely there has to be meaning with all of this. 

1st dream (around October): I played tennis with MP.  He was my coach, of sorts.

2nd dream (around December): I don't really remember this one; I know we went to dinner and lived in this house in San Diego (apparently) but the rest...I don't remember.

Now, 3rd: We went gold-coin hunting.

Is there a answer to all of this?

Of course, my favourite celebritity dream of all was one I had of Jason Bateman a couple of years ago; we lived in Canada, owned a little store and were husband and wife; perfection



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Jan. 31st, 2007

All The Way With Stephanie Kaye: The End

Title: All The Way With Stephanie Kaye
Author: [info]creepyonion

Pairing/Characters: Barney/Robin
Summary/Author's Note: Set around Season One, just after "Zip Zip Zip".  The title is a reference to Degrassi Junior High, which I hope you all get

Previously...




All The Way With Stephanie Kaye



The End:




This night, he knows.  He knows it as well as he knew it when it started: this night is the last.

 

“Do you think that Zzztoria will really go to Germany?” she whispers to him on his fourth and last official 2 a.m. booty call.

 

“You’re still buzzed on all that champagne you drank today,” he only says.

 

Just like how she didn’t know when it started, she isn’t aware it’s finishing.

 

He wants this last time to count, he wants her fingers and toes to curl, her back to arch, he wants to hear her gasp his name over and over again.  He takes her to her shower that night, to her kitchen bench, her window stoop, the floor in her living room.  She eventually collapses in her bed and passes out. 

 

For the first time, he leaves without saying goodbye.

 

The next day, Victoria leaves for Germany.

 

And Robin doesn’t call him for a month.

 

He knew it was over before it began.

 

 


It’s somewhere between his sixth and seventh drink at the karaoke bar, that she finally calls him again.

 

“I’ve just poured an entire bottle of wine into my glass,” she says in lieu of saying hello.

 

But he doesn’t say anything.

 

“Look, I know I stopped calling you without any explanation or anything but…I just figured with Victoria in Germany that Ted and her would just break up and I didn’t want anything to mess it up but now they still haven’t broken up and I just kind of want…company again.”

 

He stays silent.

 

“You’re probably better off waiting for Ted,” he finally says.

 

And about five minutes later, when they find out that Ted’s going over for juice, he isn’t at least bit surprised.

 

 


If she thought about it hard enough, it probably started with her saying ‘nipple’ on the air and being welcomed into his world.  Maybe when she started laughing at all his jokes.  Definitely when she noticed his ass while playing laser tag.

 

It was there, her cheeks flushed, as they got up off the window stoop and she clutched his right arm and said “that you’re never to repeat this, but…you’re the best I’ve had so far Barney” and he nearly told her that tonight would be his last visit.

 

It is gone, now.  He could try again, Ted out of the picture again, but he knows Robin well enough to know that Ted’s not out of the picture.  Again.

 

He’s convinced himself that he knows her better than she knows herself, that he knew when it would start, knew that it stayed and knows that it’s gone, knew before she never realised.

 

But as he puts the corsage on her trampy, non-prom wrist, she cries, a just a little.

 

Maybe, he thinks, it will always be there.

 

And maybe, she knows.


 


 

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All The Way With Stephanie Kaye: Part Three

Title: All The Way With Stephanie Kaye
Author: [info]creepyonion

Pairing/Characters: Barney/Robin
Summary/Author's Note: Set around Season One, just after "Zip Zip Zip".  The title is a reference to Degrassi Junior High, which I hope you all get

Previously...



All The Way With Stephanie Kaye




Part Three:


“This is wrong Barney.”

 

“Then we’ll stop.”

 

But she keeps pulling up her skirt, keeps hitching it up above her waist and wrapping her legs around him.

 

“This is wrong,” she pants again in his ear and he kind of gets it.

 

“You like it wrong,” he pants back and she digs her nails in his back.

 

Her CD player’s going, and it’s the first time he has ever fucked to Jesus and Mary Chain songs.  When he tells her this, later, she cringes at the curse word.

 

“Do you have to call it that?”

 

“Are you suggesting we made love or something? Because that’s whole other story Robin, and I’m outta here if that’s the case.”

 

It’s the now third time he’s come over.  This time, he called her, and when he heard the hesitation in her voice, he nearly hung up.  But she said yes, and now its 3:00 a.m. and he’s been here for nearly an hour.

 

For the first time, they stop after the first time.  He lies on her sheets and he catches her looking at his body, splayed out across her bed.

 

“Like what you see?”

 

She rolls her eyes.

 

“So…” she smiles slyly, lying on her side to face him, “You slept with Shannon today?”

 

“Jealous?”

 

She shakes her head, grinning.

 

“You want to talk about her?”

 

“Fuck no.”

 

She shrugs, still grinning and pats his chest.

 

“I don’t think I can ever believe the truth in you Barney.”

 

“Hey, lies are much more fun, trust me.”

 

She puts her hand on his head and touches his hair.  And immediately, he knows she’s playing at something.

 

“We’ve only had sex once tonight and now we’re talking after? Should we start cuddling?”

 

“Yeah…I’m going to go,” he shrugs, moving her hand from his head.

 

He sits up but she stops him.

 

“No, I was kidding.  Can you...can you stay?”

 

And later, he realises that she likes fucking him as much she likes having a warm body next to her to sleep beside.

 

It’s only because of Robin being a bro, of sorts, that he stays.

 

Gotta keep fellow bros happy right, he sighs to her later.

 

Are you gay? She giggles back.

 

 

 

The second they have sex that night, it’s quieter than all the times before it.  She seems closer, or he’s closer or…he’s not sure.  He doesn’t remember seeing the freckles underneath her jaw line before, doesn’t remember noticing that Robin has a smell. 

 

“You look awesome in jeans, you know,” she smiles after.

 

He raises his eyebrows.

 

“Yeah.  It’s a pity you’re always in suits because laser tag was the first time I had ever seen you in jeans before and…your ass looks smoking!”

 

“But I’m the best naked, right?”


 


Follow to the end...


 



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All The Way With Stephanie Kaye: Part Two

Title: All The Way With Stephanie Kaye
Author: [info]creepyonion

Pairing/Characters: Barney/Robin
Summary/Author's Note: Set around Season One, just after "Zip Zip Zip".  The title is a reference to Degrassi Junior High, which I hope you all get


Previously...




All The Way With Stephanie Kaye



Part Two:


It’s the second time he comes over that it becomes the disaster of epic proportions. 

 

She isn’t drunk, and he isn’t buzzed. 

 

She’s feeling a little less sad, a little less emotional, and he’s not pumped with the idea of finally boning Robin, the goal already achieved.

 

She invites him over again (she invites him) and it’s only been two nights since the last time he was there.

 

She calls him, at 2:07 a.m. and when he answers, she doesn’t even say hello, just intones “Barney?”

 

And he’s there.

 



He makes her laugh.  He looks up from her belly button and instructs her to thicken up her Canadian accent so he can pretend he’s going all the way with Stephanie Kaye and she laughs and laughs and can’t stop.

 

He’s all lean limbs and blonde hair, in contrast to her slightly squarish body (slightly squarish hot body he thinks) and dark features. He asks her for her record and she smugly says five times in one night and he laughs and replies seven.  Meet half-way and attempt six, she breathes, and he yelps “Stephanie Kaye!”

 

It’s at 6 a.m. that she faces him.

 

“So…this is something different.”

 

He doesn’t reply.

 

“I don’t know why I called you tonight.  Last time, I was drunk and now…”

 

“Now we’ve officially done it six times!”

 

She gives him a look.

 

“Well, including the two times we totally did it last time.”

 

“But I don’t get it.  I mean, I like Ted.  I don’t like you.  I like Ted and I hate Victoria and…”

 

He stands up, pulling on his underwear.

 

“Okay, No.1? Ow, you don’t like me Robin? I think your hot smokin’ hormones tend to disagree. No.2? Zzzztoria is…trust me, I know Ted.  She won’t last. And finally, No.3? Personally I think you just have a itch that you just want Barney to scratch.”



Follow me to Part Three...



 

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All The Way With Stephanie Kaye: Part One

Title: All The Way With Stephanie Kaye
Author: [info]creepyonion

Pairing/Characters: Barney/Robin
Summary/Author's Note: Set around Season One, just after "Zip Zip Zip".  The title is a reference to Degrassi Junior High, which I hope you all get

In The Begining...




All The Way With Stephanie Kaye




Part One:



Robin is drunk.  No, scratch that, Robin is drunk and loud and at the point that all drunk girls got to: the emotional and slightly horny stage.

 

Often two separate stages but eternally united and repeatedly combined.  The perfect fit.  Emotional equalled needy.  Needy equalled several self-confidence boosts.  Self-confidence boosts equalled having sex with the guy who hit on you, so you felt hotter.

 

And that, was one of the eternal ‘secrets’ about women that Ted just couldn’t seem to grasp.

 

It was 1:37 a.m. and Robin’s on her “four-no, fifth drink of scotch Barney, trust me, I know”.

 

Its Robin’s eleventh drink of scotch.

 

Barney himself personally never counted his drink tally, but he feels buzzed, and that was good enough for him.

 

It was 1:37 a.m. on a Wednesday night; the bar was nearly empty (except for a leering pair of drunks that had their eyes on Robin), Marshall and Lily were asleep, he assumed, and Ted and Victoria were somewhere holding each other and crying (he assumed).

 

It just wasn’t a night of legendary proportions.

 

“So, you and me again, hmmmmmmmmmmmm Barney?” Robin slurs.

 

“Yeahhhhh…I’m going to Ted-up on this situation and bail.”

 

“Whahhhht? Noo, you can’t do that, you…always say the best things happen after 2 a.m.  Well, it’s only…1:41 a.m! You can’t do this, you’re Barney! And I’m going to tell everyone!”

 

He just grins at her.  “Trust me you ignorant slut, you won’t remember this tomorrow.”

 

“You can’t just throw Dan Ackroyd at me like that, bailer.”

 

She’s focussing on his face, at least trying to focus on his face, while she pouts and places a hand on his knee.

 

“Oh…you’re dangerous Scherbatsky,” he tells her, slightly gently.

 

 


It started on her front stoop.  Precisely at 2:01 a.m. on her front stoop, where she sways back and forth and he places his hand on the door in front of him.

 

“Thanks for walking me home Barnacle.”

 

“Gotta look after a bro, right?”

 

A pause, and then, there it was.

 

“Come up with me.”

 

She would never remember any of this.

 

 


It’s a disaster of epic proportions, she tells him after.

 

“Please, I do believe I saw your ‘Oooooo’ face,” he replies.

 

She picks up his hand and buries her face in his palm, cringing.

 

And it sort of charms him.

 

 


He knows she was drunk and emotional, but somewhere along the line, sleeping with him made her sad.

 

She gets out of bed, gripping a sheet around her embarrassed, recoiling body, and sits out in the living room by herself.  She listens to Fade Into You by Mazzy on repeat, over and over again, and it’s around 4 a.m. that he decides she wasn’t coming back to the bedroom. 

 

He enters the living room, slowing putting back on his tie, while she sits on the couch, her face numb.

 

He stops the CD player and she looks up, flushed.

 

“I’m sorry Barney, it’s just…we shouldn’t have done that.”

 

He shrugs, faintly smiling.

 

“S’cool Robin.  Bros with benefits, right?”

 

She faintly smiles back.

 

He sits quietly beside her, and she turns on the television.

 

“Awesome, 4 a.m. infomercials, the most awesome kind.  I totally want this ladder.”

 

“What?” Robin slightly giggles back.

 

“Check it, it’s called the Little Giant, and it’s great.  It’s got 87 awesome different uses.”

 

“You watch this infomercial a lot?”

 

“Oh, alll infomercials are like, the best.  Please tell me you know of the Magic Bullet, because if you don’t, this bro-hood is totally over.”

 

She just grins back at him.

 

They sit there, quietly.

 

Later, she whispers that she “just got kind of lonely and mad, Barney” and he tells her that it will just stay between them.

 



And it does.


 


Follow me to part two...


 


 

 

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All The Way With Stephanie Kaye

Title: All The Way With Stephanie Kaye
Author: [info]creepyonion

Pairing/Characters: Barney/Robin
Summary/Author's Note: So I wrote this fic awhile back about one of my favourite shows (HIMYM) with my unofficial favourite pairing on the show, Barney and Robin.  And the other day, I thought to myself, I am finally going to post that.

Until I found this How I Met Your Mother fic by [info]boundbyspells

See, first of all, boundbyspells beat me to it with the pairing.  And...it's a very similar idea, set around the same time, using the same events...except boundbyspells did it much better than me.
So I don't know.  I'm still going to post it, but yeah...

Set around Season One, just after "Zip Zip Zip".  The title is a reference to Degrassi Junior High, which I hope you all get




All The Way With Stephanie Kaye


The Begining:



She thinks it started some time after playing Battleship with Barney, and the pieces were sort of falling together.


Perhaps it was when she noticed that Barney looked good in most things, or maybe because she realised she didn’t mind him making her laugh.


She knew it was before he slipped on that corsage on her wrist, and was definitely during the time she felt so lonely, she felt as if she might burst.



Barney knows better.


It started exactly four days after the night of “bro-ing up”.


 


Follow me to part one...






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