She wasn't sure why she wasn't more shocked when the white-haired woman appeared at her door, shouting that it was her fault that she was 'like this'. The rational thing to do, when faced with such a dilemma, would have been to call the cops. Chell, however, had let the obviously angry woman into her house, offered her a seat on the couch, and given her a cup of coffee.
They were both still sitting on the couch now, Chell drumming her fingers on her writing board as the woman (was she even a woman, or would android be the right term?) continued to sip her coffee, still seething with anger. Her yellow eyes would often flicker depending on the level of her frustration - the more annoyed she was the less pupil that would show - and right now the pupils were fully visible. She had calmed. Chell picked up her board and began to scribble on it, much to the android's curiosity. What are you doing here? At this she scowled, setting the coffee cup down on the table before struggling to untangle her fingers from the handle.
"Remember when you put that moron in charge of my facility?" Chell hid her amusement at the possessive way that GLaDOS described Aperture. "Well, he must have activated something, because two months and three days after I had let you go, I was shut down. When I managed to... boot myself up, I was like this. I would have been here sooner, if I had been better at using these useless things." She motioned at her legs and made a face at them. Chell chuckled, earning her a death glare from GLaDOS.
That still doesn't explain why you're here and not at Aperture. Surely there's a way to reverse the effects there, right? As she showed the android her writings, she flinched away, absently beginning to drum her fingers - the ones on her right hand were metal and clawed, much like the rest of the same arm - on her lap. Her silence allowed Chell to truly look at what at once been her mortal enemy. After a few moments of relaxed studying, GLaDOS seemed to notice that the human was staring. She tensed.
"I wasn't the one who designed this body, so don't give me that look. It was probably some perverted scientist with a metal arm fetish. If one even exists. Which it does, because I've seen it before." Well, at least that made sense. Chell would have called her on lying except for her rather rushed tone and the fact that her body looked more like something out of a Barbie doll factory than an actual human. Her bust and waist formed a perfect hourglass shape, and her hair, though white and a bit messy, was curled and styled to perfectly enhance her face's bone structure.
In all honesty, the android was very pretty. Not that Chell would admit that or anything. It was good that she couldn't talk, otherwise she might've just blurted out all of her thoughts. Obviously her face was showing what was going through her mind, because GLaDOS was looking back at her oddly, the single visible yellow eyes looking blankly at her. "You know when I said that I had seen the metal arm fetish, I didn't mean that I had actually seen it, right? I found it on my databases," She looked disgusted, fingers curling into her black pants, "Humans are disgusting."
You are one now, you know. At GLaDOS's skeptic glare, Chell quickly amended her sentence, Technically. The android looked a bit more satisfied, then realized what the former test subject meant and grew angry. Her pupil all but disappeared in a flash of rage before returning to full size. Her facial expressions never really changed, Chell realized. As when she was a massive AI, her eye was the part of her face that needed to be watched. Though her body language was rather revealing, as well.
"You don't need to rub it in. You already murdered me once, tried to murder me twice, no need to hurt my feelings. Then again, you don't really care, do you?" Chell rolled her eyes, ready for a stream of insults. She was not disappointed. "After all, you're just some heartless monster. A heartless monster that seems to be celebrating her freedom in the all-you-can-eat buffet down the street." Admittedly, it wasn't as bad as Chell had been expecting. It was a bit suspicious, really.
What do you want? Her thoughts were confirmed as the android's eyes shifted back and forth nervously. It was kind of cute, if a homicidal AI could be considered the word.
"I need a place to stay until I can figure out how to reverse this. I would stay in Aperture, but it's not exactly, well, safe for anything vaguely humanoid in shape. So if we could put our differences behind us... you murdering me, me saving you, you destroying my facility, me helping you every step of the way..." Chell silenced her with an annoyed grimace, and the AI looked down again, nervous. The human frowned, considering. If it had been a year ago, when she had first been released from Aperture, she would have refused outright.
Now, however, it was different. Despite GLaDOS obviously trying to guilt trip her, she was correct; the AI had saved Chell from dying in outer space. It would be the least she could do to let her stay in her home for a bit until she got her core transfer... thing dealt with. With a sigh, she scribbled her answer on her board.
Fine, you can stay. The guest room is down the hall, second door on the right. You're not allowed to touch anything that could be used as a weapon and at the first sign of any homicidal thoughts, you're out of here. Got it? The AI nodded, her eye flickering in dark amusement at the second-to-final line. Then you can go. GLaDOS rose from the couch, leaving her cup neatly on a coaster before bowing her head.
"Thanks for this. Really, I won't make you regret it." She quickly headed down the hall towards her temporary room, leaving Chell alone with her thoughts. So far that day she had allowed an AI that admitted that she was a liar and homicidal to stay in her house.
What the hell did I just get myself into?
A/N: Another Chell/GLaDOS fic, because the world really does need more of them =P I don't really have much to say, honestly. I just hope you all enjoy this story. It probably won't be too many chapters long, maybe four or five.
The GLaDOS design is by me, unless someone came up with it before me. I don't actually know if there is a metal arm fetish. I really don't want to know, either xD;
So yeah, review and you save a turret from death by discouragement beam. Remember; they don't blame you :D