FIC: Out of time (1/1) HIMYM/Doctor Who
Title: Out of time
Rating: Nothing beyond PG-13
Written for: jmclive who asked for a Doctor Who fic with the prompt: "Barney meets the Doctor and they go back to when he and Robin met?"
Fandom Pairing: HIMYM Barney/Robin for the ljcommunity drabblethon
Word count: drabblish
Spoilers: AU Season 4 ish.
"Nice suit!"
Barney turns, one glance all he needs to size up the guy next to him. British accent, bad suit teamed with sneakers, casual haircut of the kind that takes hours in the mirror to perfect. Hmm, he's a Ted. Barney ignores him.
"Buy you a drink?"
This perks him up. There's a line of empty glasses on the bar that scream out that he's had enough. Still, he's paying Carl enough to keep them coming and Carl know all about his situation. Barney grunts. "Thanks, dude."
The British guy grins. Bit too perky for Barney's taste. He can feel the ghost of a hangover already and he's not even nicely drunk yet.
"So..." The British guy says, turning to him, giving him his full attention. His eyes are weird - kind-a *knowing*. Barney's been faced with a lot of tough negotiators in his life but this guy creeps him out a little.
"So, if there was one thing in your life you could change, what would it be?"
Barney ignores the question at first, it's so out-of-the-blue and random, but the British guy matches him drink for drink and there's a point where Barney can barely stand and he feels pickled in scotch and all he can see is *her* eyes, *her* smile, laughing *at* him not with him.
The British guy is persistent. Barney's too drunk to notice the weirdness.
"I'd got back to when I met her and stop it." Barney blurts.
"No need to ask who 'her' is? But is it that bad that you wish you'd never met her? Come on, if you did things differently...?" The British guy gives him a fake-sympathetic look, eyes dancing.
Barney considers this. "It's hypothetical." He slurs the word, not sure if he's said it right. "It's not like you've got a time machine, right?"
The British guy grins. "Oh, I've got something a lot better than that..." He laughs. "But yes, assume I've got a time machine."
Barney shrugs.
"So you'd go back and do what? How would you make sure you never meet her?"
Without waiting for an answer, the British guy gets up, helping Barney to his feet. He leads him outside McLarens, up the steps, needing to support him far more than Barney would like. The guy hands Barney something, cold metal in his hand. "This is a... let's say... um... it'll wipe her memory for five minutes so it'll be like she never met you?" The British guy has one mischevious grin. "I know what it's like to lose someone you love."
Barney looks down at the thing in his hand. At first he'd thought it was a gun, but it just looks like an oversized pen made by one of those avant-guard designer dudes.
The British guy propells him into a doorway and... Barney's knees give way. Inside it's so strange that he starts to wonder if he's been slipped some kind of roofie in his drink...?
"My Time Machine," The guy says. He holds out a hand, formally, like an old gentleman. "I never introduced myself."
"Barney," Barney stutters, looking around him in wonder.
"Just call me... The Master!" The British guy laughs and Barney feels a cold sensation in the pit of his stomach.
But he's too drunk and too angry and just too damn vindictive to take any notice.
"Whatever you say, bro. Now set the wayback machine to 2005. Let's get this over with."
The big metal pen feels *very* heavy in his hand.
.
Rating: Nothing beyond PG-13
Written for: jmclive who asked for a Doctor Who fic with the prompt: "Barney meets the Doctor and they go back to when he and Robin met?"
Fandom Pairing: HIMYM Barney/Robin for the ljcommunity drabblethon
Word count: drabblish
Spoilers: AU Season 4 ish.
"Nice suit!"
Barney turns, one glance all he needs to size up the guy next to him. British accent, bad suit teamed with sneakers, casual haircut of the kind that takes hours in the mirror to perfect. Hmm, he's a Ted. Barney ignores him.
"Buy you a drink?"
This perks him up. There's a line of empty glasses on the bar that scream out that he's had enough. Still, he's paying Carl enough to keep them coming and Carl know all about his situation. Barney grunts. "Thanks, dude."
The British guy grins. Bit too perky for Barney's taste. He can feel the ghost of a hangover already and he's not even nicely drunk yet.
"So..." The British guy says, turning to him, giving him his full attention. His eyes are weird - kind-a *knowing*. Barney's been faced with a lot of tough negotiators in his life but this guy creeps him out a little.
"So, if there was one thing in your life you could change, what would it be?"
Barney ignores the question at first, it's so out-of-the-blue and random, but the British guy matches him drink for drink and there's a point where Barney can barely stand and he feels pickled in scotch and all he can see is *her* eyes, *her* smile, laughing *at* him not with him.
The British guy is persistent. Barney's too drunk to notice the weirdness.
"I'd got back to when I met her and stop it." Barney blurts.
"No need to ask who 'her' is? But is it that bad that you wish you'd never met her? Come on, if you did things differently...?" The British guy gives him a fake-sympathetic look, eyes dancing.
Barney considers this. "It's hypothetical." He slurs the word, not sure if he's said it right. "It's not like you've got a time machine, right?"
The British guy grins. "Oh, I've got something a lot better than that..." He laughs. "But yes, assume I've got a time machine."
Barney shrugs.
"So you'd go back and do what? How would you make sure you never meet her?"
Without waiting for an answer, the British guy gets up, helping Barney to his feet. He leads him outside McLarens, up the steps, needing to support him far more than Barney would like. The guy hands Barney something, cold metal in his hand. "This is a... let's say... um... it'll wipe her memory for five minutes so it'll be like she never met you?" The British guy has one mischevious grin. "I know what it's like to lose someone you love."
Barney looks down at the thing in his hand. At first he'd thought it was a gun, but it just looks like an oversized pen made by one of those avant-guard designer dudes.
The British guy propells him into a doorway and... Barney's knees give way. Inside it's so strange that he starts to wonder if he's been slipped some kind of roofie in his drink...?
"My Time Machine," The guy says. He holds out a hand, formally, like an old gentleman. "I never introduced myself."
"Barney," Barney stutters, looking around him in wonder.
"Just call me... The Master!" The British guy laughs and Barney feels a cold sensation in the pit of his stomach.
But he's too drunk and too angry and just too damn vindictive to take any notice.
"Whatever you say, bro. Now set the wayback machine to 2005. Let's get this over with."
The big metal pen feels *very* heavy in his hand.
.