Disclaimer: HIMYM does not belong to me in any way shape or form. All the characters (save for characters created just for this story) do not belong to me.
Author's Note: I'm in a HIMYM mood for some odd insane reason that can not be explained. This idea poped into my head at some moment. The basic concept is the adventures of Sierra in reverse from eighteen until her conception. Enjoy! Don't forget to review!
September 2030: How I Survived The Morning of Senior Year
Sierra curled herself in the oddly colored blankets. She moaned at the sound of the radio blaring at her. Eighteen years of life had not passed her by with the lack of music buzzing in her ear. She flexed her wrist out accidently changing from the classic rock station to some sort of heavy metal outlet. Her body jerked forward at the loud sounds of bass drums and screaming. Her eyes widened sitting up in bed as she hit the radio hard.
She rubbed her lightly browned hair from her face. She blinked hard letting her eyes take into the soft glow of morning. It was a quarter past six in the morning. Just good enough for her to do all her girl duties.
She gave a quaint smile thinking of the word duty. She threw off the sheets stretching her legs. Her purple pajama shorts curled against her pale thighs speckled by faint freckles. She lifted her body off the bed grabbing the bundle of clothes on her dresser. She yawned not even bothering to cover her mouth. Her room was the closest to the bathroom, but that didn't stop her from keeping herself quiet.
Her parents weren't the heaviest of sleepers, but they all woke up at the same time. Still she always liked being quiet. A little game she played when she was little with her aunt Lilly and uncle Marshall's kids who were way too loud for their own good. Her bare feet hit the blindly white tiled floor with a terrifying slap.
She ignored the sound wondering over to the shower to take a quick one before her mother could use the hot water all up. She knew somehow her mother would always use up all the hot water in the morning. Somehow she would sneak a shower before Sierra. Not today though. Today Sierra had a nice hot shower.
Once all the proper tooling of the hair, eyes, and teeth was finished Sierra looked at her face in the mirror. Her dark brown hair flowed off her shoulders lightly. Her makeup was a little dark around her sleep deprived eyes. Her lipstick coated her lightly pinkened lips. Her lips twitched pulled her hands under her hair to tease her light curls a little. She pulled at her black and white striped t-shirt that slipped off her shoulders lightly. Her hip hugger jeans hugged against her hips generously.
Sierra slipped out of the bathroom and into the small eat in kitchen which was off of the vast living room. Her black old converse sneakers covered in old band stickers that curled off at the edges. She hustled through the cabinets to find the box of sugary goodness in the form of delicious cereal. She then went about gathering the milk and bowl to mix her breakfast.
As she dipped her spoon into the soggy cereal she fumbled with the remote to turn on the television that took up the entire wall in the living room. She let her eyes focus on the soft spoken newscaster on channel one. Sierra recalled that her mother had once been on the channel one news team in her early years in New York. When she had just met Sierra's father. As her one hand stirred the bowl on cereal the other hand searched her jean pockets for her iPod.
She latched onto her buds and yanked it out of her pocket. She shoved the buds into her ears turning the iPod on to an alternative song that had a guitar solo in the beginning. Sierra's eyes flickered to the soft glow of the television where a curly haired blonde was doing a segment on the local dogs at the animal shelter.
As the music raged on in her ears like a wailing drum she recalled the various dogs she had had throughout the years. She mentally counted them remembering how her mother adored dogs when she was single. Usually every other Christmas her parents gave her a puppy whenever they saw how much she needed a playmate. She had no brother and sister to keep her amused when she was little so she had dogs.
Though now she was older and less lonely with friends she had less dogs. Bernie and Han Solo were resting peacefully in their own room. It was hard not to have dogs. Both her and her mom found it difficult when four years ago their last dog, Mushroom had passed on. Two years ago her father had surprised the pair with the two sibling Beagle mix pups at Christmas. Han was all Sierra's and everybody knew it. The dog followed her around everywhere when he could.
Sierra tapped her fingers hard against the corner as she leaned her body to the bowl. Her teeth clicked against the spoon in a timely rhythm as the woman started speaking about the poorly fed German shepherd on the television.
The young girl felt bad for the poor dog. Even so much as to frown. Sierra had a heart for animals like her mom did. She almost jumped when all the sound of the music went to her one ear.
"You're wasting electricity kid." Her father's voice swarmed against her ear. Sierra stopped the sound just as it ended pulling her buds out. She turned around glaring at her father.
Barney Stinson was dressed in a suit. Sierra hardly remembered a time she had seen him without one. Well there were the vacations when her mother forced him out of his suit wearing, though he always managed to slip one in. He adjusted his tie, a dark black one with tiny gray speckles. His blonde hair had little gray hairs spattered throughout. He aged well in his years.
"Since when do you care about wasting anything?" She leaned herself against the counter as her father made a huffed sound.
"I don't I care about you searing out your eyeballs and knocking out your ear drums." He took the remote turning the volume done on the television. Sierra could hear the faint noise of a blow dryer now.
"Dad none of that is going to happen. To anyone." She stated watching as her father brushed off the concern.
"Did you use up all the milk?" Barney asked before opening up the fridge. He knew how his daughter tended to use up things and not tell either of her parents.
"No, Dad. I left half a gallon in there. Mom just bought some so it should last for awhile." She told him watching as he took the milk out for some quick cereal.
"So you ready for your final year, kiddo?" Sierra could have responded in a million ways to that question. Yes, no, maybe, it's going to be legendary, variations on the legendary line with several pauses, but she opted to mumble.
"Er, um. Sure?" She shrugged slightly as her father raised his eyebrow slyly at her.
"You don't sound too excited. Something bothering you?" He asked positioning himself next to his daughter.
"Well . . .it's you know the last year before college. And I still lack the knowledge of what I'm going to do with the rest of my life." She shrugged letting her eyes wander to her feet.
"Sierra," He snapped his fingers at her in a quick fashion. She ignored him for the moment. "Sierra, look at me." Her eyes, light and hazel, gazed up at her father. His fingers pointed to his own eyes then to hers then his again until his hands dropped to his side. His facial expression was a little disillusioned and tried about talking to her about the future. "Don't be a Ted and over think your future. Go with the flow. Ride the waves."Sierra gave a weak smile before hearing the bang of something hitting the wall.
"I'm okay guys. No need to panic or think I have injured an part of my anatomy. . . ow." Sierra's mother pushed herself against the wall rubbing her bottom. Sierra hid a laugh looking at the woman's fuzzy pink slippers.
"Did you forget you left your shoes by the door?" Sierra laughed as her mother let her face show just a bit of the sore pain from running into the wall between the kitchen and bedroom.
"Obvious." The woman stated pulling at her jacket which had curled up. She smoothed out the edges as her husband watched on with a little mock concern.
"Oh tell me where it hurts baby." He came over to hug his wife of seventeen and a half years. Sierra took two steps back before seeing her parents smooch.
The Stinsons often managed to get in some morning smooches before they departed for their oh so important jobs. Sierra moved toward the door to retrieve her mother's heels. Robin Stinson was one of New York's finest news anchors. The woman formerly known as Robin Scherbatsky was a reporter for several news slots on channel four a well received news network. Hell she even won a slee of awards due to her journalistic integrity. Even travelling all over the world.
The young girl turned to see her parents still going at it. It was very unappealing to see the people who raised her act like lovesick puppies. Sierra wagged her mother's shoes in the air watching the woman push away from her husband.
"Yeah, okay. I got the message." She stated slipping off the fuzzy pink slippers. Barney picked them up gingerly.
"Still don't know why you got those Scherbatsky. Pink's not your usual color." He raised his thin eyebrows. Robin knocked his shoulder as Sierra handed her the shoes. Her hip vibrated slowly and the young girl was glad to be saved by the text.
What r u wearing? The text read. It was from Mel, a junior in her own right and Sierra's best friend. Mel was also her aunt Lilly and uncle Marshall's second oldest daughter, an Erickson. Also very prone to the fashion world. She enforced the text using her keypad on her violet flower printed phone.
Usual. Not feeling up to being fashionable this year. Or any. U? She texted fast looking up to see her father had moved on to watching the news while shoving cereal into his mouth mimicking her own lean against the counter. Her mother was smoothing out her jacket as she shifted the cabinets for a granola bar.
"Is that Mel?" Her mother asked pulling at the wrapper. Her father pushed his eyebrows together. Sierra gave an laugh at her father's reaction. Robin just looked between the two. "Oh come on hon! When are you going to forever the poor girl?" Mrs. Stinson was referring to an oddly overzealous prank during the Mosby-Erickson-Stinson family trip last month to England.
"Bring it up Scherbatsky and I will make you pay!" He poked his finger at his wife.
"Yeah wouldn't want the wrath of the all mighty Barnabous Stinson on your hands." She quipped lightly as the phone vibrated in her hands.
Black and white, blah. Stinson u r lame. I'm wearing a knee high electric blue skirt and gray blouse. Off the shoulder stuff. Fancy. Btw is your dad still mad about the whole suit incident? Mel had texted. Sierra hid a decent smile. Barney snorted.
"Please," He huffed. "Tell the child I am not going to let one ferret in my closet ruin my suit addiction." Robin gave a soft chuckle letting the wrapper crumble.
"It's true." She stated. "You've seen it time and time again. Though not as many times as Mel." Sierra nodded looking down at her phone.
Please, nothing phases him. Later, Mel. She clicked the last letter sending it out. Her father was looking up into the eyes of the anchor on TV absently.
"Diane isn't as good as you were, Robs." Barney stated glancing at his wife. He was obviously trying to change the subject. "Her voice is dull as dish water. My baby had a much better show on." Robin pulled herself closer to Barney letting herself hug his shoulder.
"Yeah a good decade and a half ago before I got actually recognized by the crowd I wanted to." She told him. He shrugged letting Sierra throw her bowl in the sink. Water poured against the walls of the white bowl.
"No longer a boogeyman with a telaporter." He laughed to himself as the two exchanged a kiss.
"Guys first day of the rest of my life here." Sierra stated at her all too doting parents.
"Get used to that phrase." Her father stated knocking her shoulder. "You'll be using it a lot."
"You'll be fine, C." The nickname her mother gave Sierra made no sense. Not a lick, but she still loved to say it and Sierra still made that oddly confused face whenever she did. "No Brandon to tease you, Mel and Lindsay are going to sneak out to lunch with you, and David is going to oddly tag along. High school. What's not to love?"
"How about everything? Research papers, college planning, rejection letters. How 'bout all the stress?" She asked in a panicked tone.
"Hey my senior year was legendary and so will yours. Say it, Sierra." He raised his eyebrows. She sighed then came back with a great smile.
"This year is going to be legend- wait for it-" She paused pressing her index finger to her temple. "Dary! Legendary! Thanks." It was as if the word cured her. "Love you guys, but if I really want this to be an awesome year I'm going to have to meet Lindsay before school so we can play revenge on Mel for the suit incident." She grabbed her messenger bag sitting ideally by the front door. The green camo bag was something the girl had since her senior year. Barney gave a fatherly grin.
"That's my girl! Go get Erickson!" He lifted his hand in the air. "First day of school five!" She took two wide steps forward and slapped her father hard. "Lots of muscle behind that." He shook his hand and she laughed. Sierra quickly hugged her mother.
"Don't do something stupid." Robin whispered.
"Psst, me do something stupid." The two looked at her with concerned eyes. She gave a weak smile. "Okay I'll try not to. Love you guys. Have a totally awesome day!" And with that Sierra Stinson was out the door into the world.