Hello world, it's supermariogirl! HOLY CRAP it's been a loooooong time since I wrote a fanfic. I must be really prone to writer's block. Well, since it's been so long since I last wrote something, I decided maybe I should start something new. So I decided to write a fanfic for Portal, because everyone loves Portal! I just hope I don't get struck with writer's block again...Anyway, while I was looking at and reading a lot of stories on here, I noticed a common theme. A lot of stories about Wheatley coming back from space and as a human and meeting Chell again and all that. But then I had an awesome idea. I decided to take all the characters of Portal, and switch their genders. Why? Because I SAID SO. I'm not sure if I'm continuing my other fics, I probably might, but I don't know yet. I hope not writing for so long didn't affect my fanfic-writing skills, but then again, reading all those other stories may have helped improve my writing. But whatever, let's get on with the story now.

The Disclaimer Song:

I make stories for me and you,

But I own nothing so please don't sue! Dum!


Five years. That's how long the core had been floating in space for. At least, according to her internal clock. That gave her a lot of time to think about things. How she had woken up the silent test subject, how she accidentally woke Him up, how she had took over the facility, trapped Him in a potato, sending the both of them falling to the deepest parts of the facility. Then, she remembered the worst parts. The part where she betrayed the test subject and tried to kill him, and finally, how she was sent into space, only then did she really how horrible she had been. Since then, she had been here, in the empty void that we all call space, thinking about these things. She was beyond sorry, but of course, there was no way she could tell him that. He was still on Earth, that she knew for sure. She wasn't sure if he was still in Aperture, being forced to endure His tests, or if he was even still alive. Sure, he never talked, and might have had a minor case of serious brain damage, but he was her only friend in the whole facility, even if she never knew his name. If only she could tell him that she was sorry-

"SPAAACE!" a female voice exclaimed, interrupting her thoughts. The core, who's name was Whitney, looked around and saw the Space Core, still there, her yellow optic blinking with excitement. "Space, space, space. Stars! Big dipper! Look, more stars!"

"Look," she said in her British accent, her light blue optic giving a look of annoyance. "I know. We're in space. We've been in space for five bloody years. I get that we're in space." she replied. Gee, that core was definitely annoying. "You'd think that she'd get bored of space after this long, but then again, she's programmed to love space. At least she wasn't programmed to be an idiot. Wait a minute, what am I thinking? I am not an idiot!" she thought to herself. She remembered that He would always call her an idiot, how she was programmed to do nothing but be an idiot. But Whitney knew, that deep down, she wasn't an idiot. "But then again, it was stupid of me to betray him like that. We could have escaped together, but no, I just HAD to be an idiot and turn against him! I guess I just was never meant to be anything more than an Intelligence Dampening Sphere."

"Space cops! Here come the space cops! You're under arrest, for dissing space!" the Space Core continued.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Whitney sighed.

"Draw a spaceship, we're in space! Draw a spaceship, we're in space! Draw a spaceship, we're in space, we are in space right now!" she sang happily, ignoring Whitney's reply.

"Yes. I. Get. It."

"Space is love, space is LIFE!"

"Please be quiet..."

"IT'S SPACE!"

"SHUT UP! FOR GOD'S SAKE I KNOW WE ARE IN SPACE! YOU DON'T NEED TO TELL ME EVERY BLOODY SECOND!" she snapped. The Space Core stopped talking, and then, it was just an awkward silence. "Ah, finally, peace and quiet at last."

"Hello, idiot." she heard a way-too-familiar voice say through her radio transmitter. She forgot she had one of those, but remembered the scientist telling her she'd die if she used it, so it wasn't much use to her. They told her that she'd die if she did a lot of things. But she used her flashlight and fell off her rail, and she survived that, so maybe the scientists were just trying to get her out of trouble. Well, look how THAT turned out. "I see you're still floating in space like the idiot you are." Oh, no. It was HIM. The omnipotent AI who she hoped would never hear from again.

"I am not an idiot! Oh, uh, I mean, sorry, but the person you are looking for is not available at the moment. Please leave a message after the beep." she replied, trying to sound like someone else. "Beep."

"Nice try. I guess being in space decreased the already extremely low amount of intelligence you have inside that empty metal ball. If you had any to begin with." He responded, His robotic voice still had that cynical wave of sarcasm it always did. "I hope all that time was spent feeling bad about what you did to my facility, and how you put me in a potato."

"SHUT UP!" Whitney yelled back, but He ignored her.

"Well, I've been thinking, being trapped in space just doesn't seem to be a suitable punishment. Luckily, I have a favor I need you to do."

"Uh, well, you see, I kinda like it here in space. Very, uh, space-y." she rambled on, hoping He would go away. "Maybe you can get someone else to do it, perhaps?"

"I didn't say you had a choice. Besides, what I have in store for you is much more bearable that what I originally had in mind. Would you rather spend ten years in the room where all the robots scream at you?" He asked.

"No!" Whitney exclaimed, her light blue optic shrinking down to a tiny size. "Just, uh, let me keep floating space, okay, mate?"

"Initiating Aperture Science Personality Core Retrieval process..." a female recorded voice said through the transmitter. "In 5..."

"No..."

"4..."

"Wait, don't! Let me stay here!"

"3..."

"Oh crap!"

"2..."

"Come on! Just listen, I-"

"1..."

"Wait I-" Whitney exclaimed before everything went black.


And that was the first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it. Let me know if I made any mistakes, because I want to improve my writing.

Whitney is the name I came up with for Fem!Wheatley, mainly because I felt it was close enough. I already picked a name for Male!Chell, but I don't want to spoil anything, but just so you know, he WILL be in the story later, as well as some other characters. ALL of them will be genderbent, except for the turrets, because they're assumed to be genderless. Another thing, if anyone can guess what Space Core's little spaceship song is a parody of, they win extra virtual chocolate chip cookies.

I'll try to update as soon as I can, I'm going to try not to get writer's block this time.