FIC: Fired (1/4) HIMYM AU

Jan 28, 2010 17:57

          Marshall's fingers wrap around the metal cord and yank, sending the shutters tumbling down across the window. Blinking in the gloom, he sits heavily on a conference chair and bows his head down, resting his cheek against the cool wooden table.

There are words trapped inside him, suspicions and secrets. And as much as Marshall ( Read more... )

series: fired, chara: marshall, fiction: himym, chara: barney, fanfic100

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da_phoenix13 January 28 2010, 18:28:38 UTC
Ooooh, spooky! That line, "I wasn't quick enough"... that gave me chills, and I want to know what he meant. I also completely buy him throwing himself into work at Evil Inc. after breaking up with Robin.

Can't wait for part 2!

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idioticonion January 28 2010, 20:30:29 UTC
Thank you! I was a little nervous about this, despite the fact that I love the story myself. I just wasn't quite sure if it would come across to anyone else. I'm really glad it worked for you!

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otempora42 January 28 2010, 18:42:45 UTC
Oooh. The last section, from "The devil is in the detail. Marshall's always been good with the details"? Is sheer perfection. It's so beautiful and careful and ominous and I love it. As I love all of this. Moving on to part two!

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idioticonion January 28 2010, 20:31:13 UTC
Thank you! I was a bit worried that this story would make no sense to anyone other than me. I'm really glad it worked for you. :-)

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smthwallflower January 28 2010, 22:06:38 UTC
I love it. And I love this >> But the words are soft, and croaking, and they crack like sheet ice under your feet in the dead of winter. <<

Gah, Barney's job! Hopefully Marshall doesn't do anything stupid...

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idioticonion January 28 2010, 22:26:10 UTC
Thank you! I'm glad you liked this. and Barney's a bad bad boy.

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snogged January 29 2010, 03:44:25 UTC
*shivers*

What a chilling start. I like ;)

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idioticonion January 30 2010, 19:49:21 UTC
Thanks honey! :-)

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