Isn't it Obvious?

A Half Life Fanfic

Hello, world! This is my first, and probably only fanfic. Why, you ask? Because there is only so much you can write about everyone's favorite evil guy in a business suit.

Disclaimer: I am not Valve. Yeah, no matter how awesome my story is, I'm not. It's hard to hear bad news. D:

Other, non legal disclaimer: I borrowed some ideas from my BFF, Claire. If she sues, I'm not home, ok?

"Hello, Misssssster Freeman."

A flash of green light obscured Gordon's vision as the sinister man warped him to... a tram, much like the one he had already visited. There, he had been forced to choose between working for the G-man or death. He had wisely chosen the latter. Gordon was facing a window, in which he could see stars flying fast at a blinding speed. He glanced around, looking for where his opponent might be.

G-man was sitting in a seat of the tram, his head in his hands. His briefcase, usually clutched inside long, thin fingers, sat on the ground. G-man looked up, then motioned to the seat across from him.

"Sit, Mister Freeman. I'm afraid... I have some very unfortunate newssss."

Gordon, bewildered, stood still.

"I will not harm you. Pleasssssse, sit down. We need to talk."

Another pause. The scientist finally sat down in the seat indicated. Gordon looked at the G-man. Unlike his usual demeanor of smug confidence, he looked worried.

This can't be good thought Gordon. Usually he looks like he knows what's going on. He looked at the briefcase by G-man's side. What could be in there?

An audible sigh came from G-man. Gordon snapped back to attention.

"We have a problem. My... employers... they..."

He dropped his head into his hands.

"My employers were wiped out." Another sigh. "Not that it matterssss, in the long run. We had a traitor in our midssssst. One of the few chossssssen wanted more power, and he destroyed our home dimension. I was the only one somewhere else. We were few in number before... Now... now I am the lasssst..."

Gordon ceased moving, and stopped breathing as well. G-man... showing emotion? He narrowed his eyes. This is a trap.

"No, it isn't, Misssssster Freeman. If I wanted you dead, trussssst me, you'd know."

Gordon sat upright, startled. Did he just...?

"Yes, Misssssster Freeman. My kind have been blessed with remarkable powerssssss, mosssst of which I have not been able to show you. My employers restricted how much I was able to intervene in this reality. Now that they are gone, however..." A sick grin curled on his lips. "I am free to do as I wish. I should just... remove you... However, I have another plan." The grin turned into a rather large, unsettling smile. "Go and warn your world, Misssssster Freeman. Warn them as much as you can. The day of Judgement is at hand. With your lack of speech, however... I think you might have to watch as your friends fail to receive the warning necessary. Not that preparing will help, of course. Your friends will die before you, Misssssster Freeman. And you can do nothing to stop it."

Yes. I can! Thought Gordon. He reached into his holster and pulled out his pistol, aimed it at G-man's head and shot. The bullet hit G-man right between the eyes.

G-man dissolved into dust. Starting from the bullet wound in his forehead, he crumbled away into dust that blew into a nonexistent breeze... And assembled itself into G-man, standing before Gordon with the large smile still on his face.

"Now, let's not do anything... Hassssssty. After all, we have all the time in the world. And... You are in my world, Misssssster Freeman."

Gordon, dazed, sat. And stared. Who... What are you?

G-man's eyes widened, and he cocked an ear, a smug smile on his face. "Why, whatever do you mean?" He quipped sarcastically.

You know exactly what I meant. What are you?

G-man chuckled. "Well, now that I have you captured, I might at well reveal my evil plan, so to speak..." He sat down in his seat, and crossed his legs, relaxed. "I am one of a now nearly extinct race that originates in dimension similar to yours. In our world, the... Black Mesa incident... Was a catastrophic explosion. The blast killed everyone on our earth except for those inside the facility itssssself. The energy of the portal inside the building fused with us... Giving us our own portals, so to sssssspeak. We could leap through time and space, and into other dimensions... And I found this one. To stop any power struggles, we agreed to obey our superiors from the black Mesa corporation. I was... a scientist. We each claimed a world, a reality, to call our own. Making pawns of the inhabitants, creating our own futures. Your reality... isssss mine."

So... You were the one that made the black Mesa incident happen! You engineered that future!

"Yessss... Our only long standing goal was to avoid making more of ussss... The rest of it was our own meddling. We were restricted, however, in how much we could intervene. If we did too much to any timeline, it could change our own. Now that our own is out of the picture, however, I am free to finally let loosssssssse."

Gordon was outraged. He was the cause of all his problems! He was the one who killed his friends! Why did you do this? Why kill so many people? Don't you have any empathy?

"No, I dont ssssssuppose I do."

Why do it, though?

"Our realities are similar. If I hadn't intervened, we would have more of usssss... And having two of me would be quite troublesome, I would think."

Gordon mulled that one over a bit. So, each person has a double in every reality?

"Unlesssssss we intervene, yes."

A long pause. G-man shifted forward in his seat, his bright green eyes meeting Gordon's.

What's in the briefcase?

"Issssssn't it obvious?"

Rather then wait for Gordon to respond, G-man stood up and grabbed the briefcase. He dropped it in Gordon's lap.

A slight beat passed before Gordon opened it. Inside...

Lay a crowbar, nearly identical to his own.

His eyes shot up, meeting G-man's. G-man started to laugh.

"Do you... undersssssssstand now?"

I... I have one last question. Though Gordon. What is your name?

"Isssssssssn't it obvious?" G-man said again. He stood, turned toward the front of the tram and walked a few feet. A portal opened in front of him, casting an unearthly green glow over the interior.

Please, tell me.

"My name..." Gman looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Freeman's for the last time. The hue of his irises glowed with the same intensity and color as the portal in front of him. "is Gordon." He stepped through the portal, leaving Gordon alone.

Gordon, for the first time in years, started to scream.