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“You, citizen, come with me.” A guard suddenly says to him, waving his hand towards himself. Gordon looks around, slowly following, glancing into the open peep holes that are built into the doors, he cringes at the scene of someone being strapped into a chair.
“Get in here.” The guard says aggressively. Gordon quickly follows orders, walking in, watching as the guard sends everyone out and turns the cameras off. He stares at the chair in front of the door, feeling a shiver down his spine.
“Now…” the augmented voice starts, the mask is pulled off his face and sees that familiar face. “About that beer I owed ya.” Barney could barely finish his sentence before he’s almost tackled onto the console of the combine computer. He chuckles deeply, wrapping his arms around Gordon’s back. “You're sure as hell excited.”
Gordon looks up at him, his hand runs up Barney's stubbled cheek, then up to a small curl of white hair, he runs his finger through it. His frown grows as he notices Barney's wrinkles, and all those tiny white hairs in the stubble.
“Gordon, please don't worry.” He says gently squeezing Gordon's hand. “I'm just aging.”
Gordon makes a face that screams “why?!” Barney just smiles, putting his hands on Gordon's cheeks, running his rough thumbs along Gordon's cheekbones. “Gord, it's been 20 years.” Barney whispers softly, Gordon’s brows furrow.
He shakes his head, not wanting to believe it, but Barney nods, wrapping one arm around Gordon's shoulder and the other around his waist to lock him into a hug. He pushes his nose into the crook of Gordon's neck “I know it's weird. I know it's scary. I wished you would've come back sooner too, but they only let you out now, and I don't know why but… you're here.” Barney kisses his neck gently.
“I've missed you.” Barney smiles, Gordon still having that confused look.
“What do you mean 20 years?” Gordon asks in a croaky voice, his eyes widened and he puts a hand on his throat, guess that's what happens after 20 years of stasis. Barney chuckles, suddenly but gently pressing his lips to Gordon’s. Gordon hums, rubbing his hands over Barney's CP vest, then trying to hop up into Barney's arms, Barney makes a noise and holds Gordon up before placing him down on the nearby table.
“Ah Gordon… I'm not as young and spry as I used to be, I'm an old dog now.” Barney holds Gordon's hand tightly.
“My old dog.” Gordon whispers in that croaky voice. Barney laughs at his voice. “The most sexy and unsexy voice I've ever heard.” He teases before leading their lips into a dance.
“How about I teach this old dog some new tricks?” Gordon says in a playful tone, Gordon's hand slides down the front of the vest and down to his belt, beginning to unbuckle it.
There's a loud bang. “Hurry up in there!” An augmented voice comes as he gives the door one last bang. Barney grabs his mask, putting it over his face. “Just a few more minutes!” He shouts back in that same combine voice before he puts the mask down. He sighs. “No more playing around.” He quickly pulls away from Gordon and goes to his combine computer, calling Dr Kleiner.