I know why she is silent. At least, I think I know. I also know that I don't know much about her, but I do know why I would be silent if a moron who betrayed me and tried to kill me suddenly showed up. I would be mad, and trying not to kill them. Probably hurt, and in general not in a good state. I can only imagine how she feels.
She walks to a small cottage, with wood slats and a dirt floor, and sets me down on a small table, still not speaking. I can't think of anything important to say, because I don't think she wants to hear my apologies right now, but something needs to be said.
"So, um... Very nice little place you have here. Very little. Cozy. Looks like something you'd like, or, well, I don't really know what kind of house you'd like but this is very nice, just enough space-"
"Shut up." Chell gives me a glare, and all I can see are her steely gray eyes piercing me. I do shut up, because it doesn't occur to me to do anything else.
"I-I'm sorry," I say, and I mean it for more than just talking too much.
"Where's the other core?" she asks, and I can tell that she is trying to change the subject.
"Um... I-Well, I don't really know... I don't really know how we got back, either... We just passed by that satellite thing and then-well it started pulling us along with it, and I blacked out because even if it didn't reach 4,000 Kelvin, I still couldn't operate non-essential programs so I don't know what happened to Space, but I think he's at Aperture because the satellite was from Aperture and I heard Her talking I think from the satellite. She said something about Black Mesa and them not finding us but I don't really know."
"Why aren't you back there? If Space is, why not you?" she asks, but I don't have an answer.
"I-Well, I don't know. Maybe She forgot? Or decided I wasn't worth it, or maybe She just wanted Space, and not me." I am not hopeful that any of these are true, but they are the only things I can think of. "But Space is probably fine, She has no reason for a grudge against him." I wince as memories hit me, each making me feel more guilty than the last.
She is silent, but I can tell she is thinking, metaphorical gears turning in her human head. I wonder if I used that right. Metaphors have always been confusing to me, especially the difference between them and similes. Seriously, what is the bloody difference? It's not like it really matters, but what is it? Do similes include "is" and "like", or are those metaphors? It isn't worth thinking about.
Chell gets up to leave, silent, but at the door she stops and turns around.
"How do you know my name? I never told you, and you never mentioned it."
"Well, I checked your file after... After... While we were in space. I wanted to know what your name was. It didn't say much, though. Just your name and a tenacity graph. Apparently you're higher than the 99th percentile. Is that even possible? I mean, clearly it is because you are there, on the graph, where else would you be, but... Yeah..." It's hard to talk to her when she is looking at me like that. She looks angry, but that might be just because of me, and not because of what I'm saying.
"You checked my file to find out my name?" she asks, incredulous that I would want to know her name.
"Well... Yeah... I wanted to know it so I could apologize to you... I didn't want to just keep calling you 'lady', I mean... I'm sorry, but it made sense at the time, but all of my ideas make sense at the beginning, but then they don't work at all..." I feel awkward, and don't know what to say, so I just start rambling like always.
She starts laughing, and leaves, closing the door behind her. I am confused, but if she is laughing, it can't be too bad.
It was around sunset when she left, but when Chell comes back, it has been dark for about 2 hours. She walks in, not laughing anymore, but in a better mood than before. She seems less angry than she was when she found me, but I don't think she's comfortable with me here yet. I can understand this, but wish she would just tell me already if she forgives me or not. A definite yes or no would be very nice right now.
"Where were you?"
"The river, fishing," she replies. It makes sense. She would have had to have learned how to hunt and fish after so much time on the surface.
It is dark now, and the moon has risen. It's the first time I've seen it from Earth, and while it gives me shivers, or the robot equivalent, it's beautiful. It glows, but not with it's own light. I know about the moon, from the databases in my memory banks. But the pictures don't compare to it in real life.
"I'm going to sleep now," Chell says, and she smiles briefly at me before setting me on the floor by her mattress.
"Good night, Chell," I say softly as she starts to snore.
A/N: Sorry for such a short time, and the long update pause! Also, I know this is short, but I'm also hoping to have Chapter 3 out soon. How do you think I wrote Wheatley? First person is taking a little while to get used to, but any constructive criticism is appreciated. Please review and tell me what you think!