Number Thirty-One
A/N: Hay. This will be my first fanfiction. This is a Swarkles based fanfiction and the DISAPPOINTING ENDING (like the window and stuff) has never happened but everything else in the finale has. i have never been so mad before I MEAN TED HAS TRACY JFC. Please enjoy AND give me your comments. This is my very first and I'm open to any criticism.
Chapter One
May 2019 - 4:30AM
"We got divorced...".
Those words stung around her head. It's been 3 years why hasn't this changed anything. Of course the divorce was so sudden. She was still in love with the man named Barney Stinson but due to work interference it ended all so quickly.
After the divorce, everything felt useless and nothing seemed to fit right but, being the Scherbatsky she is, she managed to pull through. But what's wrong with her? It's 4:30AM and all she's thinking about is him. Robin decides that trying to sleep is useless knowing it won't happen. Robin know she wants to call Lily to talk about things or even Ted for that matter but her stupid decisions have caused a major rift. To catch up with "the gang" seems like a burden nowadays.
After brewing up a cup of tea Robin turns on the TV and all she does is hope for the best of the rest of the day.
May 2014 - 3:00PM
"What am I doing in front of Maclaren's? That walk was just supposed to help her relax for the day as I was off for the day." Robin hoped that the gang would be else where as so not to run into them
Everything was just the way it was before. Well now Carl had his son helping but the booth. The jukebox. The green door. It was all the same. But one thing wasn't - the gang wasn't there.
Robin settled into the old booth after ordering some scotch. She started reminiscing about the good times back then with Barney cracking up dirty jokes about the girl her banged the night before or Ted making up some douchey comment. She wanted all of it back. All of the times she wasn't alone and stuck into her work-filled world. A few tears slid down her face before she wiped them away and rested her forehead on the table.
Suddenly, somebody slide into the booth. It was him. she recognized him by his shoes. His perfect fitting pants, perfectly tailored. Robin kept her head down not wanting him to see her this vulnerable.
"Hey Scherbatsky. Long time no see."
That voice. It killed her inside. She wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms and be in the world of happiness together. To be held by his strong arms while her head rested on his strong chest. Robin raised her head and smiled at him.
"Hey Barney."
