Half-Life 2: LHC
Note: This fanfic takes place in a parallel universe to the original Half-Life 2 storyline. I do not own the rights to Half-Life or the LHC. *sigh* Also, I am assuming that Gordon does NOT know the G-Man's name, having never been told it. And for those who are afraid that this will end with Gordon talking, have no fear. He will be silent. However, he does think. Silent thinking.
Gordon blinked. "Rise…and shine, Mr. Freeman. Rise and…shine."
"You!" Gordon shouted – or perhaps not, for the black void was as impenetrable as ever. The suitcase-carrying figure in front of him continued as if he had not heard:
"Not that I wish…to imply you have been sleeping on…the job. No one is more deserving of a rest."
"Damn straight." What with the marines and the aliens and the Nihilanth…how long ago had that been? As if on cue, the test chamber spun before his eyes, spinning dizzily as beams of energy lanced toward the sample…
"And all the effort in the world would have gone to waste until…well…let's say your hour has come again."
"My…hour?" Inexplicably, before Gordon lay a canyon wall embedded with blue-gray machinery shunting pods back and forth, in between niches, through some programmed path and settling in for only a second before running back through miles of stretching rail.
"The right man in the wrong place can make all the dif…ference in the world."
What did he mean by that?
"So wake up, Mr. Freeman…wake up and smell the ash…es."
And as Gordon looked on, a train cabin swam into view in front of him, and as the suitcase man began to fade and be replaced with the steadily sharpening vision of the cabin and two passengers –
A sudden silent crash, as the train seemed to jerk sideways and disappear in a flash, and Gordon pitched forward into the void. The last thing he saw before all faded away was that the suitcase man's cruel smile had disappeared.
