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Hey! I've been lazy around the FanFiction site, so sorry about that! I just kind of lost interest in writing about things I knew all about. So, I thought I'd write about something that could go anywhere, and I don't fully understand the beginning to!
And thus, I shall write a Portal 2 FanFic. I know the game, and have seen all of it played out, but there will be holes. Please, if there is something wrong that doesn't add up in the storyline, go ahead and tell me. After all, I'm only human. :)

Chell's POV:

The moon was visible through a hole in the ceiling. Water showering down spattered on my cheeks as my heart-rate slowed to a constant thud. It was all I could hear. All at once I knew what I had to do. Swallowing dryly, I twisted to pick up the Portal Gun. Without pausing for thought, I took aim and fired.
Bits of panelling, cubes and debris was sucked into the orange portal underneath the corrupt Wheatley. I began sliding along the floor, gaining speed the closer I got to the portal. As I too was sucked through, I grabbed hold of Wheatley's handles.
"Agghh! Let go! I'm still connected, I can pull myself through! I can fix this!" His voice stung me. It seemed as though my Wheatley had really gone. Out of nowhere, a giant metalic claw reached through the portal. "I've already fixed it... and you're NOT coming back!"
"Ah. Change of plan. Hold on to me! Tighter!" Wheatley cried. Just then, the claw snatched at me, knocking the blue-eyed core out of my hands. "Grab me, grab me, grab me, grab meeeee!" His voice trailed off as he was sucked further into space.
'Nooo!' I wanted to scream.

And I did. The scream lasted until I noticed my familiar surroundings. The glass-topped wooden bedside table sat at my right, looking nothing like the table in... Aperture. The bedsheets, though sweaty and tangled around me, were the ones I'd bought at the mall. Panting, I stared around my room. The transparant curtains stirred as a gentle breeze wafted through the open door. Calming a little, I untangled myself from the sheets and padded to the door. The pale blue sleep-shirt clung to me a little too tightly for my liking, but at least I was alone out here.

Moonlight sparkled on the dark lake just meters from the balcony-deck outside. It glittered with every gentle wavelet. I paused at the doorframe, and glanced up at that big, pale rock. Somewhere, out there, the little blue core was floating around, probably for all of eternity. Part of me loathed him for, well, trying to kill me, but the other part wished he was here, wished I could talk to him as a friend one more time. I missed his pointless ramblings, his accent, his usually optimistic mindset. Even thinking about the football-shaped robot made my heart ache with lonliness.
All at once, I forgave him, hated him, missed him, despised him, and wanted to find him. I was completely confused.

When I finally glanced at my watch, it had just gone five past four. In an hour or so, the sun would rise spectacularly, and I would lose sight of the stars. That almost felt like loosing Wheatley again, so I turned away and padded back to bed, much calmer, but also much sadder than before.

Wheatley's POV:

"Spaaaaaaaaaaace!"
"Yes, I get it, mate. We're in SPACE. Now would you please shut up?" That annoying core was driving me mental! Whizzing about, always talking about space.
"I'm in space." The yellow optic of the 'Space-Core' glowed excitedly as it spoke in a rush.
Sighing in annoyance, I tried to drown out his pointless ramblings by delving back into my thoughts. I decided to picture how I would apologise to her again. I had this whole brilliant scenario planned out where I showed up to rescue her from Her clutches, and I would say how genuinely and completely sorry I am about how I almost murdered her... many times. In my imagination, she would nod her forgiveness, and we'd be friends forever.

Okay, I'll be the first to admit it; the plan had holes. What if she had died, or already escaped? (I much preferred the former. Or was it the latter? Which was the last one of the two..?) How would I find her? What was her name? But most importantly, how the bloody hell was I going to get back to Earth? As the Space Core keeps helpfully reminding me, we're in space. Orbitting the moon, to be exact.

From where I was floating, I gazed down on the big blue-and-white planet. The clouds swirled here and there, and I watched as the first few rays of sunlight warmed the Earth.

As I floated there, the other problem with my plan snuck up on me. I'd known it all along, just refused to acknowledge it. Couldn't. My sanity depended on it. Even though she has the right to if I ever see her again, because of what little old Wheatley, the moron, did.

What if she doesn't forgive me?

Sorry for Chell's over-emotionalness, but I got carried away. For added fun, try re-reading Wheatley's POV in your mind with his voice. Human!Wheatley coming in Ch 2!

(For those who don't know, human!Wheatley means Wheatley will appear as a human. Just like zombie!Kathryn would mean I was a zombie. Just a heads up!)