Hello again! Back with another fic, but this time it will have chapters. I hope you guys will enjoy reading it as I enjoy writing it!

Note: I am still learning the show, so things may not be so accurate. I'm going to create an alternate story line of the show, so bear with me!

Disclaimer: Hurky doesn't own How I Met Your Mother. If she did, it would be on all the time.

Kids, life in New York City has its ups and downs. There are the fancy parts of New York...

(scene shifts to a couple taking a romantic horse carriage ride through Central Park)

...and the not so fancy parts...

(scene shifts to a run down neighborhood where there are gunshots ringing in the atmosphere)

...most of all, New York is a melting pot for different ethnicities. People from all over the world come to this city to visit and even to live. Robin is an example, being from Canada. She had been in New York for quite a while, but then in the fall of 2011, she began to have second thoughts about living in New York.

The setting was in McLarens Bar, where Ted Mosby, Marshall Eriksen, Lily Aldrin, Robin Scherbatsky, and Barney Stinson were all sitting in their usual booth, drinking a few beers one evening when Robin brought up her topic.

"Guys, I've been thinking about going back to Canada," said Robin.

Everyone in the booth fell silent. The only sounds in the bar were people talking, glasses clanging, and someone fiddling with the jukebox machine.

"But Robin, New York is your home," Lily said sadly.

"I know, but things didn't work out between me and Kevin, my work is on edge with me..." Robin listed off. "But I was offered a job in Ottawa to work for their news team, an anchoring position."

"What did you tell them?" asked Ted.

"I haven't given them an answer, yet," answered Robin. "I have a few more days before I decide if I'm staying or going."

"Come on, Robin, we're here in New York," said Marshall, putting his arms around Lily and Barney, who was sitting in the chair outside the booth. "Where else can you find great friends like us?"

Robin smiled. "I guess you're right," she said. "But it doesn't mean I'll change my mind."

"I'm hungry," said Lily, changing the subject and holding her belly. She was a few months pregnant with a son. Lately, she had been having cravings, takeout food especially. "Hey, who wants Chinese?"

"I do!" Barney quickly pitched in. He was always seen eating Chinese food. "I was going to go anyway, anyone want to come with?"

Robin shrugged her shoulders. "Guess I'll go," she volunteered. "The last time someone picked up Chinese for me, they got me something that I couldn't even pronounce."

Marshall handed Barney some money. "Here, get me some kung pao chicken," he said.

"And get me some chow mein with everything on it!" said Lily. "And some garlic chicken!"

Marshall wrinkled his nose. "Garlic chicken?" he asked. "Seriously? I'm going to be smelling your breath all night!"

Lily playfully punched her husband on the arm. "Look who's talking, what did you eat the other night?"

Marshall looked sheepish. "...Fried oysters." he replied.

Barney and Robin put their coats on and left the bar. They were silent on the walk to the restaurant. Finally, Barney spoke.

"You know, I really don't think you should go to this job," he said. "New York is where all the action happens!"

Robin smirked. "You mean bang bang gun action or just your kind of action?" she joked.

"Both!" answered Barney.

They approached a crosswalk where they began to cross, when suddenly, a speeding car came out of nowhere and was about to hit Robin.

"ROBIN, LOOK OUT!" yelled Barney.

Robin turned to her left and saw the speeding car. She began to scream.

Suddenly, without thinking, Barney shoved Robin out of the way, where she went flying to the sidewalk and hit her head while Barney was still in the street. He was trying to run to Robin when it was too late. The car slammed into him and sent him flying. That was when Robin passed out from her injury...

"Robin?" asked a female voice.

Robin opened her eyes and adjusted her vision. She saw a short red haired woman, a tall man with brown hair, and a man of average height and black hair standing over her. They were her friends! Lily! Marshall! Ted!

But before she regained her focus, Robin's head was pounding. The white atmosphere of the hospital was blinding her vision.

"Unnhhh..." she groaned, grabbing her head. She felt a bandage wrapped around it.

"Robin, you okay?" asked Lily.

"What happened?" Robin asked groggily.

"Barney pushed you out of the way of a speeding car to save you," replied Marshall.

Robin opened her eyes and blinked. "Wait, where's Barney?" she asked worriedly.

"They had to rush him into surgery," answered Ted. "He ended up getting hit and he has some pretty bad injuries. They think he may not make it. If he does, it'll be a miracle."

Robin's jaw dropped open. No, she thought. Please let Barney be okay...

That was when a man wearing a labcoat over blue scrubs came in. He was short and had salt and pepper hair and he was holding a clipboard.

"Hello, Miss Scherbatsky," he said. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a jackhammer's going off in my head," replied Robin as she rubbed her temples.

"We examined you and you're going to be fine. You just had a bump on your head," explained the doctor. He began to shuffle through his papers. "We are going to release you. Can you sign these-"

"Wait, how's Barney? Barney Stinson?" asked Robin.

The doctor sighed. "Well, he was in the OR a moment ago, but there were some complications during the operation," he explained. "Right now, his condition is critical..."

That was when a tall young man with black hair and green scrubs came in. He had an operating mask pulled underneath his mouth and there was some blood spattered on his scrubs.

"Hi, can I talk to them alone?" he asked the other doctor.

The first doctor nodded. "I'll be back momentarily," he said and left.

"Mr. Mosby?" asked the surgeon. "My name is Dr. Moreno. I was the one who operated on Mr. Stinson. You were listed as his primary contact."

"How's Barney doing?" asked Ted.

Dr. Moreno's expression turned even more grim. "We tried as hard as we could," he replied. "Mr. Stinson died at 6:38 this evening on the operating table. His injuries were too severe and he succumbed to them. We tried to save him, but..."

Lily's eyes filled with tears as she grabbed Marshall and held him. Marshall couldn't help but to cry, either. Ted put a hand on the back of his neck while Robin was frozen in shock...

No, she thought. Barney can't be dead...