This is my Portal two fan fiction :D This does contain spoilers for those of you who have not finished the whole game. So please do before reading this.

Also, for the sake of the story, the cores are people. Its just easier this way. :/

Enjoy! :D

The warm breeze rippled through the grain, turning the field into a sea of shimmering gold. The sky was overcast with patches of blue here and there. I looked up to the dreary clouds and wondered how long it had been since I left the facility. My back rested on the side of its entrance shack, knowing all too well what was going on just a few yards beneath me.
It seemed like months since that day. I had lost track of time after about the thirtieth day on my own. The loneliness seemed the most torturous. There was plenty of food to be caught here, but the lack of contact with anyone crushed me. The companion cube didn't help much. He just sat around. Every time I looked at him I thought of GLaDOS. Her last words to me, the choir of the turrets, everything. The last melancholy feeling of freedom as I rode the lift up to the surface. Some part of me missed the place; it was all I ever knew.
The sun had turned the sky a pink color as it began to lower onto the horizon. A particular circular cloud drifting by reminded me of someone. He was stranded in space, probably a million miles away. Wheatley. Inside me brewed an uncertain emotion that I couldn't pin point. I hated that blue core for treating me like trash after everything I did. But, something inside of me still admires him. I rested my arm on my companion cube and watched the sun set while I wondered where in the universe he was now.

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"SPACE! Wheatley! I can't believe it! Can you? I can't! I'm in SPACE!" the orange glow from the Space Core's eye reflected off my glasses. I floated nearer to him, rolling my eyes as I have been listening to the same outbursts for, what seemed like, forever.
"Yes! We are in space!" I snapped. "I think we would probably know that by now! It's been a bloody eternity!"
"An eternity is not a portion of time, it is a realization of time as a lineal construct- that was never real," the Fact Core floated between us, unleashing another one of his pointless facts. The Space Core drifted steadily toward me.
"Space..." he whispered awestruck. He floated in an uncomfortably close distance before veering to the left of me and finally leaving me alone.
Rick, the Adventure Core, bobbed over in front of me.
"Man," he sighed. "It's times like these when I wish there was gravity so I could smash your face in," my expression changed to blank irritation.
"For the last time, it wasn't me that tried to kill her! The evil was from the body! It controlled me!" the airless vacuum caused my body to swivel until I was upside down.
"You keep making up these excuses, but that pretty lady had no reason to be treated like that!" his eye slowly shut. "I can almost see her gorgeous face now," Rick rolled off into his own thoughts, leaving me with an unpleasant memory. A memory of monster. No matter how hard I apologize or explain the situation to the other cores, no one believes me.
"Who am I convincing?" I muttered to myself. 'Nobody but me,' I thought. And that wasn't even working. I had even persuaded my own mind that I was an evil, ruthless moron who would try to kill the one person who helped me. I had no idea what came over me that day. The scared look in her eyes is forever burned into my memory. GLaDOS was right, I am a moron.
"Ouch!" The sound of the Space Core broke my thoughts. He had seemed to have run into an enormous floating object. It was about fifty feet tall, twice that size in with and was an overall beige color. It had several appendages facing toward the moon. The familiar pronged spiral logo of Aperture Science was stamped onto the side, along with the title: "Aperture Science Moon Rock Harvester".
"Oh my," I gazed up the length of the large craft. A purple glow appeared at my side.
"The 'Aperture Science Moon Rock Harvester' was invented by Cave Johnson in 1968, which led to moon-rock poisoning and later the death of him and many other Aperture staff,"
"Oh shut up, no one wants to hear your history lesson," Rick materialized next to the Fact Core.
"Moon? Moon is in space!" the last of our group fell in line next to me.
I uncontrollably drifted toward the ship and hit its edge which sent me sharply to the left. I spun randomly.
"Woa!" I gasped. The reflection of blue and white caught my eye as I steadied myself, despite my steady drifting. I couldn't believe it, I was hurtling toward Earth!
"Guys! Follow me!" I turned to the cores behind me. "Hit the edge of that thing there and we can make it back to earth! We can go home!"
"Home is not where the heart is," the Fact core rammed into the corner and followed behind me. "It is inside your rib cage,"
I swiftly grabbed the arm of the Fact Core. "Come on!" I urged as we floated farther away from the two remaining comrades.
"But! But! But! But space!" the Space Core spun nervously.
"Not for you!" Rick punched him sending him in our direction. The green eyed core made his way to the satellite and soon the four of us made our way back to earth.