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25 January 2011 @ 12:50 am
Fic: ‘Oh thank God!’  
Title: Oh thank God!
Fandom: How I Met Your Mother
Rating: (PG)
Time Period: During season 1.
Summary: Perfect moments be damned!

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

After Chaos descends, I decided to write something a little lighter. How I Met Your Mother came to mind after watching the episode with Victoria and her evening of perfect moments with Ted.

I wondered what she was thinking as she walked away and what happened during the day. It didn’t help I was distracted by cupcakes when writing so it’s shorter than originally intended!

Enjoy!


Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Carter Bays and Craig Thomas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


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Walking away, her face crumpled; this had been the perfect night, as according to their plan, but it had been too perfect. The drumroll she had almost shattered and it had only been at the last second that she’d turned her head. He counted, as asked.

Five. Four. Three.

She slipped off her shoes as he reached three, held them in hand and fled. She wouldn’t be there when he opened his eyes. She wouldn’t see the disappointment that conflicted within reflected on his face.


She shouldn’t have gone to that wedding, she scolded herself the next day. Except, she paused, leaning against the oven after she’d slipped in a batch of cupcakes, she wouldn’t have met Ted.

Ah, her small voice of wisdom butted in, but isn’t that the problem? Having met Ted?

She burned that batch of cupcakes.


At the end of the day, she’d become resigned to never meeting him again. They had their evening of perfect moments to remember each other by. They had had their drumroll. She would be okay. Baking cupcakes was good therapy. She reached over and straightened one of the framed posters on the wall.

Leaning closer, she decided the current batch of cupcakes were cool enough to frost. The frosting was waiting near the small cooled cakes; a glance out the window showed it was evening – if any customers came in now, she’d laugh. With her back to the door, she picked up a cupcake, studying it. Maybe a piping bag?

“Nah,” she decided without her usual laugh and began, carefully, to swirl the frosting atop the small baked good.

The bell above the door rang. A customer, she thought, as she turned around with a fixed smile prepared. It melted at the sight of the man in his bleach-stained sweatshirt and jeans; the last person she thought she’d see. He’d found her.

And she thought she’d reconciled herself to never seeing him again.

She placed her cupcake and utensil on the counter. “Oh thank God!” She whispered.

And ran to him, holding him tightly and just as her lips pressed to his – no drumroll this time – she found his to hers.

She wasn’t walking away, perfect moments be damned.
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on January 25th, 2011 09:40 am (UTC)
Oh wow. This is gorgeous - I've always wanted to know /her/ thoughts on that day.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on January 25th, 2011 09:47 am (UTC)
Thank you!