Name: Rio Grande. Sex: Female. Age: Twenty one and two months. Reason for volunteering: ...plainly put, Rio was bored. A small one-shot I wrote about the Weighted Companion Cube, chronicling her story from being a bored test subject to one of the most loved things in all of Aperture.

I can't even imagine feeling admiration for a shameless murderer. - Written for the Yuletide Madness 2011 exchange on Archive of Our Own.

Chell may not be able to use her voice, but she can still speak, even if it's not with words, if only her friend would listen. Set during the final battle of Portal 2: One shot.

There is a very good reason why most AIs either become insane, murderous, corrupt, or all three, and he is so angry, he would kill them all if he could. Oneshot, and rather dark and hopefully disturbing.

Chell is living her normal life, after having been released from Aperture, when a certain, familiar, blue-eyed man shows up at her Apartment. Chelley OneShot! This is my first Portal FanFic, so please review and tell me if you liked it! :D Enjoy the Chelley! :3 -Gabby

after Chell had found a village in a world where civilization is in ruins, she was happier then she had ever been. but then, a man sneaked up on her, and aimed his crossbow at her.

On her birthday, Chell receives a surprise in the mail. Takes place in the universe for Beyond Aperture. [ONESHOT]

Thinking isn't the easiest thing to just pick up, especially if you've never done it before.

Our two unknown lovers find themselves doing some science which isn't portal related. oneshot Chelley. T for safety

He used to dwell on it, the loneliness, the self-pity. It had hurt, quite a bit, and he decided that he could pretend. Pretend that everything was fine, and maybe the hurt would go away. It took a long time, many years of sleeping and reading Machiavelli under the apple tree, but the hurt did go away, a bit. Thirty five years after 'her day.' "Hello, moron."

The famous song "Still Alive" rewritten to fit FanFiction in a nutshell. This is my first shot at writing a songfic, so positive feedback is greatly appreciated.

this is the continued story of Chell, after she left aperture science. and also the continued story of GLaDOS.

"Wheatley?" Chell's voice came out as a whisper. The tall man froze, water dripping from his red hair and off-white shirt. "How did you..?" He gazed at Chell with those unnaturally blue eyes, his square-edged glasses askew. The silence lasted for about a minute. "Wait, you can talk!" Contains human!Wheatley and lots of Chelley! Rated T for possible language and I'm paranoid.

Dub-con RattDOS. Feedback is appreciate. Anyways, this is probably taking place after Portal 2, but Doug is still alive and actually surviving pretty well.

Come, hell or high water/ My search will go on. - Tribute to JenovaII's Hell or High Water -

A dark world of what could have been exists within the twists and folds of the fabric that is space-time. You could consider it the "multiverse". Relatively peaceful the universe existed, Intel four forces arrive Including a empire that exists in multiple universes... Hint, Hint at the planet, ensuring chaos, a good example of why one must not mess with another's similar universe.

She realised how she could never cast the same fate upon her, not without suffering herself. It was no use.

What happens after Chell reaches the surface and stumbles through the wheat field? Find out here!

But you were running on one point six volts. You had no energy to make metaphors and allegories. You only had enough energy to think, barely, and to talk. Nothing else. Unfortunately, nothing else. / GLaDOS, post-finale, reflections on the tragedy of power and control. Largely an introspective fic. Spoilers for the co-op storyline.

Wheatley feels terrible about what happened back at Aperture, so he decides to bake GLaDOS a cake! Characters are humanized. Rated T for British swearing.

The cores were once human and their last days were not pleasant ones.

A story fan-fic made by me.. sadly... it has my characters.. IT DOES Appear and GLaDOS in it, a bit. It was my first fan-fic ever, with 11 Chapters...haha

It takes less than five minutes. Three minutes, forty-two seconds, point one nanosecond, to be exact. It's a long time, really, when considered in some regards.

Chell has reached the surface. She is free: free to explore the world if she so wished. Free to run from all her memories of the Facility. She just never considered bringing anybody along with her. Canon universe, a few tweaks added. Might be Chell/Wheatley. Might. Rated T for questionable themes.

Une boîte, des chats, de la neurotoxine et une I.A dégénérée pour une expérience déraisonnée... Chaque chapitre aborde la même scène d'un point de vue différent mais raconté par un narrateur extérieur.