I had an idea of Alyx and Gordon getting to know eachother after the destruction of City 17, but before the attack by the Hunter. The hard part was coming up with the diffferences between the pair's lives and coming up with stories that fit into the half life universe. It's been a while since I've written fan fiction, so be gentle. :) Enjoy
Half Life 2: Confessions.
As the rain silently landed on his Hazard Suite, Doctor Gordon Freeman gazes across a field at a broken down shack. After a few moments of waiting, Freeman is satisfied that the small building is abandoned. But to make sure, Freeman moves towards the shack slowly, keeping his submachine gun in front of his body. He reaches the door, quickly peeks in, and finds that it is empty. Freeman turns and raises his hand towards the woods he had come from. From the mist, two figures appear: a human and a robot.
The human is Alyx Vance, a rebel against the Combine Empire. She had been assisting Freeman on his quest of fixing the problem that he had started. Along for the ride is D0g, the giant robot built by Alyx. Together, the trio had destroyed the Citadel: the HQ for the alien Combine forces that had taken over the earth thru portals. After accomplishing this, Freeman and Alyx escaped the now demolished City 17 and were heading into the country to find Alyx's father. But for now, the group was trying to find shelter to rest and get out of the rain.
Freeman and Alyx enter the shack and sit down on the wooden floor. Across the room is a long diagonal window that shows a full view of the countryside. Outside, D0g moves his head thru the small doorway and makes a whimpering noise. Alyx smiles as she says, "Sorry, boy, but your going to stay outside and keep watch." D0g's head dips down in shame and he backs out of the doorway and sits outside.
Freeman grunts as he lumbers down to the floor. He then rests his gun and crowbar next to his seat. Alyx sits opposite to Freeman, giving out a long sigh, being this would be the first rest in days. "Whew. That rain is killer."
"Yep", Freeman simply replies.
Alyx scoffs. "That's easy for you to say. You have a Hazard Suit on. Some of us still have clothes on our bodies that still get wet."
Freeman smiles, "That's true."
Alyx throws an old piece of newspaper at Gordon, "Aw, shuddup."
Freeman chuckles as he holds his arms up to defend himself. Alyx stops the bombardment and tucks her knees up to her chest. She looks at the scientist curiously.
"Tell me about yourself, Gordon. If we are stuck here, I might as well be entertained."
Gordon stares at Alyx for a second.
" What do you want to know?"
Alyx thinks for a moment.
" How about everything?"
"Everything?"
Alyx nods. Gordon sighs.
"Alright. Well . . .I was born in Seattle, Washington. In the big city. However, my earliest memory was a bike ride I had . . .
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Forty years earlier.
The blood was gushing now. All Gordon could do was sit their, hold the wound and wait for his mother. The stinging pain started to randomly erupt now on his knee.
"Stupid, stupid!" little Gordon hissed as he rocked back and forth on the street pavement. Ben and Jill were the only ones who stayed with him after the bicycle accident. Carl had been assigned in fetching Gordon's mom. The others had run away screaming, thinking that Gordon would die from blood loss. The bicycle had hit a bump on the sidewalk and sent the boy flying onto the ground, skinning his knee.
Mrs. Kimberly Freeman jogged down the sidewalk towards her son while Carl Nemoy keeping pace next to her, spouted over-the-top details about the crash. Gordon looked teary eyed at his mother, revealing the bloody patch on his knee. Mrs. Freeman kneeles down and examines the cut.
"Hmmm. That's pretty nasty. We'll have to clean that up at home."
Gordon nods and tries to keep from crying. His mother reaches out and helps Gordon onto his feet. They travel down the sidewalk towards their home.
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Gordon winces as his mother applies alcohol onto his knee. After a few minutes of searing pain, Gordon finally gets a bandage on his cut. As the operation ended, the front door to the apartment swings open.
"Hey! I'm home!"
Gordon's father, Mr. Samuel Freeman enters the kitchen where the little boy is sitting on the counter.
"Hey, buddy. What happened?"
"I fell of my bike."
"Aww, man. Are you ok?"
Gordon nods. Mrs. Freeman enters the room and notices her husband.
"Oh, hey sweetie. How was work?"
Mr. Freeman walks over towards his wife and kisses her gently on the cheek.
"It was fine."
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"My parents were both carefree people.", Gordon continued with the story," My father was a lawyer who brought justice to the city. Mom, on the other hand, was an aspiring artist. Her paintings covered every wall in our home. My childhood was pretty much without excitement. I went to school and did homework every day. It was when I started getting older that things started to pick up."