Post-Portal 2. Nothing says "I love you!" more than a kick to the crotch. Chell has to get by in the real world... with a couple of... "friends" she never thought she'd be stuck with again. ChellxHuman Wheatley.

Cyra and Cody enter the world of portal. not good at summary...

"This woman was not meant to be in space, and the guy in charge, with his high-pitched yells of terror, was not cut out to be leading this adventure. Rick was meant to be in charge. Rick, the Adventure Sphere." Written for Rick-Fanclub's contest.

Polite, cute, and terrible at killing these earlier models of the current turrets were anything but a success. Though ApSci employees were told to scrap the pleasant little turrets, many had become far to attached to toss them into the Incinerator.

After Chell leaves Aperture, so comes along an old town and house. In the house lies a photo album, what lies inside may lead a trace to her past life.

She has the grace of a goddess and the tenacity of a bull. VERY SHORT one shot of Chell during the events of Portal. Could be considered from the point of view of Rattmann.

When Black Mesa infiltrates Aperture and tears GLaDOS apart, Chell is forced to work and live with the volatile AI who has placed herself in an android body. They embark on a tentative relationship under the watchful eye of Doug Rattmann.

GLaDOS tries to find out how Caroline became her, but only found secrets that was hidden in Caroline's files. I'm not great with summaries...sorry.

A one-shot spin-off of Reconstructing Humanity, staring Sparky16's Buddy the Companion Pup and My Angie! An experiment and a little girl become quick friends after one promises the other to help find something missing.

Chell and Doug spend some quality time with one another, enjoying the fact that they're together, at least somewhat sane, and not dead.

Chell and Wheatley come across an artifact from Aperture's glory days: a test baby. Wheatley's damaged resource database mistakes it for a real human child and makes him want to take care of it. Chell however, isn't nearly as enthusiastic.

This story follows Rattmann as he travels through Portal 2, watching over Chell and deals with his wounds and Schitzophrenia. He has to choose who is more important- himself, his companion cube... or Chell?

Tick: A young man watches as his friends are corrupted in the name of science. Tock: A young woman by the name of Chell adjusts to life after Aperture's reign of terror comes to an end.

For some reason, this day felt special. For some reason, Chell decides to go out and buy herself a cake. After bringing it back to her room, she just sits there, with the cake in front of her and thinks to herself "Why did I do this?"

How did Chell end up at Aperture? Did she sign up as a test subject or forced to by the dying Cave Johnson along with the rest of Aperture staff? my Portal prologue. many pairings, including Chelley! repost.

She had earned the privilege to hear her voice- and she lost it just as quickly.

She was there, that night, to see the falling star, and hear the muted sound of its landing. -His- landing. Chell and Core Wheatley, a short three-part tragedy inspired by wafflestories' Blue Sky.

Music belonged to the humans, but she thought perhaps it was a language she could understand as well. One-shot.

Chell returns to Aperture for closure and...possibly something else? Things don't go as planned, but then again, do they ever with our favorite supercomputer and her test subject? ChellDOS

The camera stops filming, the lights cut out, and they leave us hanging. Oneshot.

Cave Johnson pauses between tests to ask Caroline something. She thinks he's gotten into one of the more psychotropic substances they've been testing. Cave/Caroline, slight spoilers for Aperture Science's history - implied historical sexism

A short Chelley fluff inspired by a prompt on the KinkMeme. Chell wakes up to a curious, inquisitive Wheatley. Human!Wheatley, Post-game AU with implied semi-apocalyptic outcome. Sweetness Warning.

One-shot dialogue.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. K for swearing.

Things went by in white blue silver strokes blurred together and made him remember things he would rather forget.