Summary: "You get dental with that?"
Disclaimer: Half-Life and it's world belongs to Valve.
Characters: Gordon Freeman and Barney Calhoun
More Notes: Just a place to throw any of my Half-Life drabbles I deem not too full of crack. I've fallen in love with the world of Half-Life. How can I have such rabid fangirl-age for a guy that's never spoken and I've never seen in action?
"Ya know, Doc, you've aged surprisingly well."
Gordon carefully slide an oiled rag along the inside of his disassembled .357 Magnum barrel. "Hm?"
"You don't look one bit different than I remember you looking fifteen years ago. What's your secret?"
Gordon drew his brows together in thought. "Get yourself put into stasis by a most-likely-not-human briefcase wielding man who wants to contract you out as a living weapon to the highest bidder."
Barney blinked. That had been a lot of words. "Oh. You get dental with that?"
"Well then, I think I'll stick with what I got. Pass me that rag?"
And Barney never brought that subject up again.