A/N: I had this idea and I had to try it out. I'll only continue if I have enough reviews, so let me know. Sorry if my spelling sucks.
Barney Stinson was happy. He had an awesome life, a wing-man, and plenty of girls at his disposal. So he rarely had time to worry about much, especially not troubled family members. That is, until he got the phone call.
"Barney?"
"What?"
"I did something…horrible."
That was when Barney's life got a little less awesome.
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Billy didn't speak with his family much. They were part of the old Billy, and he also couldn't risk putting them in danger. So he moved across the country and didn't think about his old life. Thing weren't great in L.A, but it could be worse. But on that faithful day, when everything went to hell, Billy broke down. He couldn't handle the Doctor much longer. He needed to escape from what he had done. So he did the only thing he could. He called his brother.
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The plane was late. Barney hated waiting. He could be doing much better things with his time right now; drinking with Ted, getting laid. But he was stuck in JFK airport, waiting for his brother. When Billy called, desperate for a place to stay, Barney couldn't refuse. After all, he was family. Finally he caught sight of his brother coming down the stairs.
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Billy caught sight of Barney. He looked the same as he remembered, but better dressed. He was fiddling with the cuffs of his suit, looking kind of annoyed. Billy shifted his bag, blinked twice and walked over to his twin brother with his head down.
"Hey Barney."
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Billy didn't look well. He clothes were baggy and kind of sloppy. He looked dejected, and was blinking a lot. He seemed scared of Barney. Something bad must have gone down in L.A, but he wasn't going to push the issue right now.
"Hey Billy."
