Hey, guys! This is my first fanfiction on so please don't be too harsh! This is set sometime after Barney and Robin get married. I've always wanted to do a deathfic, so... Hope you enjoy it!


Barney's head was beaded with sweat. His face was flushed and all he wanted to do was rip his clothes off. However, this was not because of the usual reason. Barney had been waking up hot and sweaty for the past week. And it was killing him.

Every day was perfect. He'd wake up and look to his side. He'd see Robin's peaceful, smiling face hogging the covers in a deep slumber. He'd drift back off to sleep, then awake an hour later to find steaming hot syrupy pancakes waiting for him, as well as his equally hot wife. They'd go to work, come home, tell each other about their day, he'd hold her hand and smell her hair...then they'd go to bed and do it. It was all perfect. But Barney had been suffering from panic attacks for weeks now, and he couldn't stand it.

Barney turned to look at Robin's sleeping face. She was so beautiful in the mornings. Barney carefully shuffled out of the bed, put on his bathrobe and tiptoed over to the kitchen. Barney smiled. All of the ingredients were already set out on the tabletop, ready to make his pancakes. Barney poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down. He clasped the scorching mug with both hands and took a sip. The warmth spread through him like a forest fire as he leant back and rested his head on the sofa. It was only 1:26am, but Barney knew he wasn't going back to sleep. He closed his eyes for a while, then set his coffee down and wandered around aimlessly. Eventually, he sighed and went back into the bedroom to retrieve some clothes. He undid his pale blue bathrobe, carelessly throwing it on the floor. He looked back over at Robin. Her bedhead made him chuckle. He grabbed a blue suit and striped tie and began to get dressed. He'd already done up five buttons before he realised he'd buttoned his shirt wrong. He groaned. He was in no mood for this.

After he'd suited up, he returned to the living room. He picked up his coffee. The mug was cold. He walked over to the sink and poured it away, leaving the mug on the side. He peered around one last time at Robin. He lingered. Finally, he reached for a notepad and pulled out a pen. He scribbled down a few sentences, grimaced at his terrible handwriting and ripped the page out. He carefully placed it on top of the pancake ingredients and smiled gently. Then he left.

Robin awoke, startled. The light was on and it blinded her. She rubbed her forehead. It was dripping with sweat. Her face was red and as hard as she tried, she couldn't catch her breath. She clawed desperately at her clothes, trying to get them off. She groaned. She too, had been having panic attacks.

Robin knew she loved Barney with all her heart, but there was something keeping her from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes and turned to her side, expecting to see a sleepy blond with the most adorable bedhead she'd ever seen. Sometimes, she'd accidentally wake him up and he'd look up at her with his big blue eyes and mutter, '...What time is it..?' She'd answer and apologise for waking him, but he'd just stare up at her with his beautiful blue eyes. His beautiful, beautiful blue eyes. She'd stare back, getting lost in them, and then suddenly he'd kiss her.

But today was not one of those days. Because Barney wasn't there.

Robin's heart began to beat faster.

"Barney..?" Robin threw the covers off her and clambered out of bed. On her way to the living room, she trod on something fuzzy. Robin looked down and picked up a sweaty bathrobe. She stormed into the living room. "Barney, could you please stop just throwing your sweaty clothes on the floor, it's really starting to-" Robin spotted the paper resting on the pancake ingredients and made her way to the kitchen. She picked it up and read it aloud.

'Gone out for a bit. Don't worry, we can still do it when I get home.

Love you X'

Robin smirked and whispered, eyes watering, "You're an idiot."

Robin took a few deep breaths. Barney loved her, and that was all that mattered. She figured he'd be home soon, so she began to make his pancakes. She bent down and opened the cupboard to reveal a bowl and frying pan. She placed the note on the side next to his mug and opened the bag of flour, sprinkling it into the bowl. She pulled an egg from the box and tapped it carefully on the side of the bowl. She was just about to crack it open, when she felt faint.

She let go of the egg and it splattered inside the bowl. Robin grabbed hold of the sideboard. Her heart was beating rapidly now and she couldn't breathe. Her throat felt like it was sealing itself up. She was burning up and felt terribly, terribly sick. "Barney!" she yelled desperately. She knew he wasn't there, but he had to be. She sprinted into every single room, yelling his name at the top of her voice. "Barney! Barney! Barney, please! I need you! Barney..." she buckled over and tried not to scream. Tears streamed from her eyes and her voice was shaky. "Barney..." An overwhelming sickness came over her, so strong she thought she might collapse, and she ran to the bathroom, clutching her stomach. She vomited violently, screaming his name. She wanted him there, holding her hair back, telling her stupid jokes, saying she looked beautiful.

"Barney...please come home."