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'It's really late,' Marshall says, glancing at the clock. 'And there's a storm coming. We need to find Barney.'

'Why? He's probably out at some local girl's hut, banging her—'

'It's a cabin!'

'Fine, cabin. Let him be.'

Lily looks at her. 'Robin, we all know you're angry and confused about everything, but this is serious. He could get stranded out there in the snow.'

'I'm not mad.'

'Robin-'

'I'm not,' she says again. She shrugs, flipping the magazine Marshall is sure she isn't reading anyway. 'I'm not. I don't care.'

Marshall shrugs and puts his coat on. 'Baby, I'll go look for him, all right? I grew up in snowstorms, so don't worry. Ted will take care of you.' He kisses her. 'Be back soon.'

'Be careful!'

'Always.'

It's not that difficult to track Barney Stinson down—not really. Find a bar, look for a blonde male in a suit, usually chatting up a girl. At the third bar he drives to, he sees Barney making out with a leggy brunette. It's not subtle.

'Hey, dude—what are you doing?'

Barney steps back. 'What are you doing here? Did Robin send you?'

Almost looks hopeful, he thinks.

'No. There's a storm coming and we got worried. Come on.'

'Uh, I can't leave,' Barney replies, looking down at the brunette's chest pointedly. 'That would be so rude.'

Marshall shakes his head. The girl has this adoring look in her eyes. Barney can't even look half as interested, his tie slightly awry, his smile too tight. 'Don't do this, man.'

'Do what?'

'This. You and Robin! Don't screw this up, or you might really regret it someday.'

Barney looks at the girl. 'Could you get us some more beers?'

'Sure, sweetie,' she answers, taking the money with a grin.

The moment she leaves, Barney loosens his tie, and Marshall can't help but feel for him. Keeping all those insecurities to himself. He always seems to think he has to fight alone, when it doesn't have to be that way.

'You okay?'

He bites his lip. 'I guess I just feel like it's always Ted, you know. You can't tell anyone.'

'What do you mean?'

'She keeps going back to him. It's like she can't get over Ted Mosby and I'm her second-choice here. She's rejected me for him once.' He pauses, as if a new thought has occurred to him. 'You think she's in love with him again? That there's ever a chance of that?'

'Robin? No way,' Marshall replies confidently. 'She's in love with you.'

Barney shrugs, unsure.

'Look, I've been in love with the same girl for years. I've learned the tricks of the trade. I know how to tell. Trust me.'

'Yeah, well.'

Marshall decides it's time to switch to lawyer mode, before the brunette comes back. What's her name. It's time to knock some sense into Barney.

'Fine, don't believe me. The only person who can answer that for sure isn't here in the bar, dude. She's in a log cabin a few streets away. And guess what? You're going to lose her if you don't wake up and do something! Don't wait another year—'

'She's not mine,' he interjects. 'Can't lose her.'

'You can't let Don win her. He doesn't deserve Robin, you know that.'

Something snaps, he thinks, in Barney's eyes. He looks panicked. Scared. Then he returns to normal, steeling himself coolly, gripping his beer. It's unbelievable.

'Robin can do whatever the hell she wants. I don't care.'

Marshall looks out the window. Snow is getting thicker. Winds stronger. And the roads will be blocked soon. He knows what he has to do.

'I'm sorry I have to do this,' he says, stepping closer.

'Do what? Marshall, why are you looking at me like that, what—?'

He knocks Barney out with a single right hook. Pulls him over his shoulder and runs out the door. There's more than one way of knocking sense in a person.

Don is coming, guys. But since I know everyone basically dislikes him, he's here not for long. Well. Something like that. SUggestions?