(A/N): Ok this is my first Portal fic and my first song-fic so here it goes. The song is Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars. It just screams Chelley to me. This will branch off into an actual story; I'm just starting it with a song-fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Portal, Portal 2, or Talking to the Moon.
I know your somewhere out there, somewhere far away. I want you back, I want you back.
Chell sat outside the little wooden house next to the lake staring into the sky like she did every night. She searched the sky for the little blue dot she never managed to find, but always searched for. She saw a glimpse of it only once, on the nights she escaped Aperture. She knew Wheatley was out there in space with the little yellow core. She understood why he went crazy with power. She understood that it wasn't her friends fault. She would forgive him if she ever did see him again, she knew she would. At first she wouldn't have, but after thinking it through, her friend was programmed to be that way. She knew it was the chasis that made him that way, her chasis.
My neighbors think I'm crazy, but they don't understand you're all I had, your all I had.
Her neighbors thought she was insane, the only time they ever really heard her talk was outside in her yard, searching for her friend, talking to the moon, hoping that he wanted to talk to her as much as she did. She almost felt sorry for her friend, being punished in space for something that was hard-wired into his system.
At night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself, talking to the moon, trying to get to you. In hopes you're on the other side talking to me to, or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?
When they were in Aperture he was her only friend, her only real friend. Even now he was her only friend. At night she talked to her friend in the sky, she talked to the moon, hoping that he had landed somewhere safe, or at the very least was happy. She also hoped that he missed her as much as she missed him.
I'm feeling like I'm famous, the talk of the town. They say I've gone mad, yeah I've gone mad.
The entire town knew about Chell's obsession with the moon; that was the problem with small towns, things passed quickly and nothing was a secret. Everyone had made an unspoken agreement to the fact that Chell was completely insane.
But they don't know what I know, cause when the sun goes down someone's talking back, yeah there talking back!
They don't understand, they never went through the hell called Aperture, they weren't tested to the breaking point, they were never held captive against their will only to meet one person their entire life! A person who wasn't even a human! But he was the only friend in that entire facility that could have a conversation with her.
At night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself, talking to the moon, trying to get to you. In hopes you're on the other side talking to me to or am I a fool who sits alone, talking to the moon?
Sometimes she would wonder; was she just a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?