A/N: This be my first fanfiction ever! I hope you enjoy it because i enjoyed writing it! I would love some review and tips if you got some in that brain of yours!
Disclaimer: I don't own Himym because i don't now How i met YOUR mother. Eat pie.
Barney's POV:
People feel bad for me just because I don't have "parents" or "relatives." I mean who needs them; they don't do anything to help you or give you advice when you get rejected by a girl. But I'm awesome, so who cares!
Marshall's POV:
I had a secret. A deep one. I felt bad that I had to keep it from everyone, well not Lily. This secret was about Barney. Every time I saw him, the secret ran through my mind, and I couldn't keep myself from keeping it inside. I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to tell him, and that day was going to be today.
We all met at the bar after work, and ordered food. I asked Lily and she said that maybe it was the right time.
"Hey guys, I have something I have to tell you."
I looked over at Lily, and she nodded.
"So, I was bored at work one day, and decided to search up some Stinson history. And it turns out that somebody in our company has a relation to you. A blood relation."
Barney froze. Ted froze. Robin choked on her drink and said. "Wait. What?"
"Yea, it's true. He's the guy who works at the PR offices. He's been there for quite a while, I don't know why we never noticed him."
Barney couldn't move, he just got up and left.
We didn't see him for a couple of days, then one day he came to work. I hurried to his office and asked him what happened. He replied, "Nothing, don't worry Marshall."
At this time I had had it with Barney! I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the PR departments
"CAREFULL MARSHALL! This is imported from Italy. It wasn't easy to get it!"
I found his relative and said, "Barney Stinson, meet Jason Black. Jason Black meet Barney Stinson. He is your uncle's son, who died 3 years ago. He was taken into foster because the mom wasn't fit to take care of him. Now his last name is Black, not Stinson."
Barney's POV
I was mad at Marshall for tugging on my suit. But when he introduced me to Jason, my mind blanked. Marshall left leaving us alone to process what just happened.
He was short, dirty blond, with blue eyes. He looked like Stinson material, but didn't have the dressing sense for it. He couldn't possibly related to me.
But, he's my blood cousin, according to Marshall An actual relative. I couldn't believe it. Then he spoke, "Barney? My father had mentioned you before he passed away. Hi, I'm Jason. And whatever that random dude said was true. I am in foster care, and I did have to change my last name." He stuck out his hand waiting for a handshake.
I raised my hand slowly trying to process what just happened. Once it met his, I just felt happier.
