I've been in Spain without wifi and had nothing else to do than to write the new chapter to this fanfiction. I wrote it a couple of days ago & right now I'm too tired to read it again to see if it's okay, so I just hope it makes any sense.

Planning to bring some Robin Daggers in to this story, what you think of that idea?

She wasn't alone when she woke up. It felt terribly comfortable in his arms. She looked at the beautiful man she shared the bed with, remembering what happened.

First they were watching the Robin Sparkles video and then they were kissing and kissing him felt amazing. Better than anyone she'd ever kissed before. Better than she'd imagined kissing Paul Shaffer would be when she obsessed about him years ago. And she knew it wouldn't stop with just kissing. They both wanted more.

He pressed her into the couch and she almost lost her breath. She almost couldn't hear herself when she said "bedroom," but either he heard her or understood it was about to take whatever this was to the bedroom. He lifted her from the couch and walked quickly into the bedroom.

He was hovering over, kissing and touching her everywhere. She had her feet around his waist, craving him even more and soon she was screaming louder than she'd ever had before over pure pleasure.

He looked adorably sexy with his hair all messed up, but even how tempting it was she was never the person to stare at someone sleeping. She quickly turned away from him and right when she was about to leave he moved and she immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She didn't know why she felt this way. It was an amazing feeling to wake up to him, it was an amazing feeling to have his body wrapped around her, but all of those amazing feelings told her this was a mistake. She was not the kind of woman to have those feelings. At least, that's what she thought.

He could feel a body pressed against his. It felt good in some strange way. The way her hair smelled of something between vanilla and cinnamon. The way the curves of her body matched his perfectly. He opened his eyes to look at the beautiful woman he'd slept with. The most beautiful woman he'd ever slept with, and the one who'd satisfied him the most and the one who made him crazy, really insane. She was the only one who made him want to do everything he was not supposed to do in a "one night stand." He was not in a relationship with her and he didn't want to either, at least he thought so. He wasn't supposed to cuddle with her, but he did because he wanted to. It felt good, but it scared him as well. He'd never liked to cuddle, but she was the exception. He pushed himself up on the elbow and stared at the sleeping beauty beside him, admiring her.

He couldn't believe he'd just slept with her. The woman of his dreams, the woman he'd dreamt of ever since he first met her. She made him rediscover his younger self, the more romantic sides of him. He'd been a romantic back in his teens. He used to be the kindest guy in the world until the day Shannon broke his heart.

He was ready to leave New York. He'd packed and everything was ready. His new life would begin. He would see new places with his beautiful girlfriend and he couldn't wait. He walked down the street with a huge smile on his face. He stepped into the coffee place where Shannon worked to see her talking to an older man, laughing while he put his hand on her butt.

"Hey, Hey!" Barney shouted at the man who turned around with an evil grin. "What?" He replied. He was clearly enjoying the mood. "Don't do that to my girlfriend you pedophile."

"What? Are you gonna tell me what I can't do little kid?" Barney couldn't believe this. Shannon didn't seem to mind their little argument, but what bothered him most was that she didn't seem to be ready for their trip. "Are you even ready for Venetia?" Shannon looked down at her feet and slowly shook her head, than looked up at him again. "I'm sorry, Barney. I'm not going and…" "WHAT!? We'd planned this so well. This is supposed to be the best time of our lives." Barney yelled while tears started making their way out of his eyes. "I'm sorry, Barney, but we're over."

Barney didn't believe his ears," but we love each other." The older man grinned, "Kid," he said and dragged Barney with him away from Shannon. "You see this?" He said and gestured to his black suit. Barney nodded. "Ladies love this. They don't care about your personality if you have money." The man smiled at him, "One day you'll understand." The older man walked over to Shannon and kissed her hard while Barney watched.

He felt something he'd never really felt before, but at the same time he kind of had felt it. He felt rejection from someone he loved, someone he was supposed to love. Even though he'd never thought he cared if people saw him cry, he definitely did this time. He walked as fast as he could out of the coffee shop and slammed the door as hard as he possibly could and half ran home.

His heart felt broken like so many times before. He'd felt this kind of pain before, but not as bad or maybe it had been this bad. He couldn't really remember, he just knew he'd felt it before and it was the worst feeling he'd ever felt. He opened the door to his home and ran up the stairs and into his geeky room. He sat on the floor by the bed with tears streaming down his eyes. Just the image of Shannon and that pedophile was too much for him. He felt broken and angry, really angry. He reached for his old camera, the 10 years old camera that was placed on his desk. He looked through the photos, which was terrible. All the good memories with Shannon was also too much to handle now. He didn't want to remember it. He needed to delete everything that reminded him of her. He then deleted every single picture that had Shannon in it. While doing that he also ripped photos he had of her on the wall to make sure he wouldn't see her face on his wall again. It had gone almost 2 hours and Barney was back on his camera still deleting pictures. The amount of them annoyed him like crazy now. Why did he have to take so many photos?

There was a picture of him and Shannon on top of one of the twin towers. He didn't remember which one, but they were smiling and they were happy. "Ugh," was all that escaped his mouth before he deleted that picture.

Another one was of them kissing in Central Park. He deleted it faster than any other picture and now he didn't even care to look at the pictures first. He just deleted them and not before he'd been doing that for 15 minutes he realized he could just delete them all at once. He couldn't believe how stupid he was for not thinking of that, 2 hours earlier. He started selecting the pictures he wanted to delete, but then suddenly he lost his breath for a second.

There in the middle of all the pictures he wanted to delete was one of the best pictures he'd ever taken. The born hairy girl laughed while he was standing beside her trying to make the best angle so they would get The Statue Of Liberty in the picture. He'd made it, but it was far from easy to see the statue. All he could see was the beautiful girl and he smiled. All this pain he felt now and this picture made it all better, but not for long. This girl on this picture was the only girl he'd known for only 2 days and liked so much. Maybe he even fell for her. He was looking at the picture that made him smile a couple of minutes ago and slowly the smile faded away when he thought about it. He felt depressed. The only person that ever made him feel as happy as he was during this picture was taken was her, Robin Sparkles as people called her back then, but he preferred her real name, Robin Scherbatsky. He never forgot her name. She was the girl he definitely wanted to meet again, but never would, only in his dreams. He felt a tear in his eyes again and this time he'd almost forgotten about Shannon, now he remembered the pain he'd felt after Robin left. The pain that girl made him feel after just 2 days was horrendous. He deleted all the pictures he had on that camera that night besides one and that was the one of him and Robin, but he never looked at it again.

He threw his camera away and searched his pockets for…he didn't know what, but he found a paper he'd randomly picked up from somewhere on the street on his way home. He looked at it and read "Suit up!"

"Barney," Barney looked at the window, then down at Robin who was looking at him.

"Huh?" He spaced out, almost forgot where he was, but seeing her here with him made him smile.

"We…we…we…slept together. Oh my god!"

That's when he saw the regret in her eyes.

Shit.