It helped. It really helped. Allie's voice was like a grounding rod, not quite protecting against the weirdness of the afternoon, but at least helping Barney move through it more steadily. He already knew that magic existed, he told himself sternly. It wasn't like he hadn't believed them. It was just... it was magic. There was absolutely no way that could have possibly been anything other than real magic.
It shook him right down to the core, but he managed to shake off enough to wave back at his daughter. "Hi, sweetheart."
The memory of her hugging Dad - Grandad - Go - no, Grandad was close to resurfacing. In the interest of being able to walk under his own power, Barney didn't let it. How apt that they were now headed to a church - or would be, once they were finished at the hospital. The Catholic church on Chapel street.
"There's a GPS under the fare meter," he told Merlin as he finally managed to buckle himself in next to Allie, sparing Rafe no more than a second wary glance. He was about to ask if Merlin knew how to use it, and then decided that if Merlin could drive, he probably could. Then Barney debated asking if Merlin even needed the GPS, but since a question like that was already making his head pound, he elected to keep quiet and let the sorcerers work.
Erskine was the next one to get in. "If there is a single complaint about 'are we there yet,'" he threw carelessly over his shoulder, "I'm authorising Barney to shove you out the window."
Despite everything, Barney laughed. He twisted around to watch the others... Teleporting through the back windshield, but there was no sight of them. Already gone, he expected. Probably for the best that he didn't see them go.
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It shook him right down to the core, but he managed to shake off enough to wave back at his daughter. "Hi, sweetheart."
The memory of her hugging Dad - Grandad - Go - no, Grandad was close to resurfacing. In the interest of being able to walk under his own power, Barney didn't let it. How apt that they were now headed to a church - or would be, once they were finished at the hospital. The Catholic church on Chapel street.
"There's a GPS under the fare meter," he told Merlin as he finally managed to buckle himself in next to Allie, sparing Rafe no more than a second wary glance. He was about to ask if Merlin knew how to use it, and then decided that if Merlin could drive, he probably could. Then Barney debated asking if Merlin even needed the GPS, but since a question like that was already making his head pound, he elected to keep quiet and let the sorcerers work.
Erskine was the next one to get in. "If there is a single complaint about 'are we there yet,'" he threw carelessly over his shoulder, "I'm authorising Barney to shove you out the window."
Despite everything, Barney laughed. He twisted around to watch the others... Teleporting through the back windshield, but there was no sight of them. Already gone, he expected. Probably for the best that he didn't see them go.