Author's note: Quick warning, yea this story is suppose to be VERY similar to the movie Tangled, but if your actually reading it, you will notice there are quiet a few differences. Yes, the songs will be included in this story and yes the songs have been slightly revamped to fit the roles the characters more.

The songs of the story are more enjoyable when read accompanied by the original. Also, prompts and major congratulations will be given to anyone that can sing the "Portal'd" version of the Tangled songs. Reviews = love.

Disclaimer: Yup, I don't own Portal or Tangled because honestly, if I did, this wouldn't be posted here.

Chapter 2

Wheatley had taken to reading the paper as he ventured out into the woods. He had hoped that there may be something to do with the princess in the paper that he had not yet known about. Of course everything in the paper dealing with the princess was universally known by everyone. She was lightly tanned, had dark hair, bright eyes, and really looked nothing like her parents. Wheatley grumbled and flipped the page, gasping when he spotted a picture of himself. "Would you look at that! They put me in the paper for finding that noblewoman's cat and-" he cut himself sort as he stared at the picture. His left eye visibly twitched under his glasses. "Why is my bloody hair that long? It barely goes passed my shoulders, and this.. is it.. flowing in the wind..?"

Suddenly Rick stopped moving and began to whiny out his laughter at the statements. Wheatley just looked at him and began "Look, just because my hair is a little longer then some guys doesn't mean that they should make me look so so, so girlie! I mean, look at me! No were on this body is a girlie part of me. I'm as thin as a stick, no breasts of any kind and- would you stop laughing at me? I mean really Rick it's just-"

A red laser caught Wheatley's eye. He looked at it's source and nearly cried on the spot. Behind the bushes was an old and rusty turret, locked right onto his chest. "I see you..."

With a scream from both parties, they raced through the forest as fast as they could and avoiding anything that was being launched at them. Rick was quick to dash between the trees and bushes, so very careful with his footing. Wheatley on the other hand, was bouncing and very close to falling off the stallion. He looked around him quickly, noticing that the further they went into the forest, the more turrets seemed to appear. Rick galloped as quick as he can but he was stopped by a wide river. Wheatley gasped and tried to rear the house to continue in the other direction but Rick just huffed. The thin red lights slowly began their way back to the duo, and with one powerful leap, Rick jumped across the river.

This was in vain however, since without a running start, the brown stallion lost it's footing on the bank of the river. Slipping back, Rick whinnied loudly in distress as he slipped backwards, sending Wheatley off of his saddle. Both fell into the raging river and struggled to keep afloat. Wheatley tried in vain to call out to his stead, only swallowing frigid water. Reaching toward the whining horse, Wheatley was yanked violently away as the river forked off. Rick was washed safely to shore by the lesser current of the fork, but Wheatley was thrusted right off a waterfall.

Hacking harshly, Wheatley collapsed onto the green grass and breathed deeply. Panic struck him again as he began to look around frantically, looking for tiny red lights. His eye was caught by a huge tower in the middle of the grassy field, covered in beautiful ivy and flowers. With only his safety in mind, he raced to the structure and began to climb. He lost his footing a couple of times and fell, luckily not managing to injury himself seriously. Wheatley reached the top of the tower a couple of minutes later and fell through the window. His labor breath slowed as he stood up slowly, looking around the room. The first thing he notice was the books lining the far wall. Machiavelli, Aristotle, Pluto, Da Vinci, Locke, and other great philosopher masterpieces adored the shelves. He looked around to notice pictures lining the walls in a-

His thought was cut off as something very hard collided with his jaw, sending him to the ground in a blackout. Chell stood behind where Wheatley once was, shaking her reddened knuckles with a wince. She stared at the man for a long time, her eyes full of curiosity. She looked to Mora, who was sitting on her dresser, for advice on what she should do now. The bird simply tilted it's head at the man. Chell walked around his unconscious body and crouched in front of his face. With hesitant hands, the girl poked Wheatley's face a couple of times. Confident he was completely knocked out, she moved his hair to get a better view of his face.

Her brow knotted together in concentration while looking at him. His skin was a creamy peach, unlike GLaDOS' cold silver and her own light tan. She lifted some strains of his hair in her hands, never have seen hair with this odd shade of red. She smiled a little at the softness of it, even though it was wet. Her focus then turned to his eyes. Though they were closed, she could tell they were rather big. Gently, she lifted one of his eyelids to view the color. A rather shocking blue that she couldn't help but to stare at. Dropping his eyelid, her vision traveled down his round nose to his lips. Her own lips pursed together at remember what GLaDOS had told her. Men had pointy teeth. Her curiosity got the better of her, and Chell found herself pinching his cheek and dragging it upward to view the inside of his mouth. Normal teeth in a normal mouth, though one was silver in the back.

Chell leaned back looking at him. He was a lot like her, nothing like GLaDOS had described other people to be like. Then he groaned lowly and Chell panicked. Squeezing her eyes shut and pursing her lips, she punched him one more time for good measure.

Chell peaked open one of her eyes to look at the man again. He was once again, completely unconscious and now drooling with his mouth open. She stuck out her own tongue in mild disgust and closed his mouth for him. She stood up and paced quickly. If GLaDOS returned to find this man in her room, then something bad would probably happen to both of them. She looked to Mora for help again, and the bird looked to the closet under the stairs leading to her bed. "I can do that.." Chell mumbled quietly.

With slight difficulty, she managed her successfully hoist the larger man with his arm around her shoulder, only dropping him a few times. She began to drag him to the closet, grunting a little when his feet got caught on the edge of the rug. Chell tugged him fiercely and freed his foot from the carpet, but the pull was too strong and it sent her tumbling to the ground with the heavy man on her back. A few attempts later, she managed to push his body into her closet and shut the door.

Chell then began to pace the room, hoping that the man didn't wake up before or while GLaDOS was there. She stopped in front of the mirror and looked back to the closet. She had another person in her closet. A very big and heavy man. She had knocked him out, twice. She did it. A smile of pride grew on her face and she playfully boxed at the mirror. She had did it all on her own. Her play boxing slipped and she hit the mirror, making it crack, making Chell gasp and hold out her hands to stop the glass if it fell.

"CHELL!" a voice called from out of the window. "Send me a portal before my generosity wears off!" Chell's brow knotted together in confusion, but she scrambled to find the portal device as quickly as possible. "Today Chell!"

The girl ran to the window with the newly found portal gun and looked down at GLaDOS. Something was strapped to her back and she had a bag full of something in her left hand. Chell shot the portals in the appropriate places, allowing the women to walk into her room casually. She shrugged the box like structure off her back and placed the bag on top of it. The girl went to the box and touched the wrapping paper tentatively, and pulled it back in an instant when GLaDOS smacked her hand lightly. "Is this a.." Chell's words died out, her eyes looking widely at GLaDOS.

"Don't look at me like that, it's nothing special. Trust me, it can't even talk to you," was GLaDOS' reply to Chell's questioning look. "Don't even think about taking the paper off of it until it's actually your birthday."

Chell just looked at the box fondly, wondering what it could be. Her eyes traveled up to the clear bag on top of the box. She reached toward that as well, but it was snatched up by GLaDOS. "This is for tomorrow too."

The girl couldn't hold her excitement back as a large grin spread across her face. Her happiness was shattered however, when Glados asked "Why is your back all wet?"

Chell's face paled and she shuttered nervously "I- Well you see, r-remember when you said that I wouldn't be able to handle my-" GLaDOS sighed out. "Chell, I was nice enough to get you a birthday present and things to make a cake. What else could you possibly want?"

GLaDOS sat in a chair and looked at the girl with a raised eye brow. "Well I was actually thinking about what you told me and then the most amazing thing happened! I really think you should reconsider about taking to-"

"I thought I told you never to ask to leave? Have you been brain damaged since I was last here?" GLaDOS looked over to the mirror, noticing it's cracked surface. "But if you only listen to what I'm tr-"

"I TOLD YOU NO MULTIPLE TIMES, I SHALL NOT REPEAT MYSELF AGAIN!"

Chell sat in silence looking sadly at GLaDOS before looking to the cracked mirror, then to the ground. "Don't look l around like that, you know that you're the one in the wrong here," GLaDOS pointed out to the girl, fighting back her own look of sadness from showing.

Chell lifted her eyes to meet GLaDOS' but the pictures above her caught her eye. With her eyes wide, she noticed something she never even bothered to look at before. The girl quickly looked back to GLaDOS before she had the chance to turn around to see what she was looking at. "Would it be possible for me to get new clothes..?" Chell asked quietly. "I don't want you to think I dress oddly..."

GLaDOS looked at the girl softly and breathed deeply. "What kind of clothes do you want? Not that it will make much of a difference." Chell looked down to the women's outfit. "Clothes like yours..?"

The women frowned a little, but her eyes held the soft expression. "Chell, these clothes come from a very far away place. It's a three day trip, to there and back." She lifted herself from the chair and walked to the girl, placing her hands on her shoulders gently. "Are you sure that's what you want? You do understand that you will not be getting your cake until after your birthday if you want this particularly thing."

With bright and hopeful eyes, Chell looked up at GLaDOS, "I can wait." With a smile she didn't even force to leave, GLaDOS patted the girl on the head. "Don't kill yourself while I'm gone, do the safer tests." Unexpectedly for bother parties, GLaDOS hugged the girl briefly before leaping from the window to the ground below. The women looked back to the window at the girl who smiled at her. The girl was waving gently, and it took every ounce of GLaDOS' willpower not to wave back.

As soon as GLaDOS was out of view, Chell raced back to her closet and flung it open. The man still laid where she left him, soaking wet with his rear in the air. The girl looked around her room, Mora catching her attention from the chair. She smiled and dragged the chair over to her closet and hoisted the man onto it. Just as she was finish taping him to the chair, he began to groan. Chell jumped away from him and pointed her portal gun to his face.

The man lifted his head and looked groggily down at the tape bonding him. He groaned again with a wince, making Chell notice the obvious bruise on his jaw from where she hit him twice. "Wha- Where am I?" he asks with a hoarse voice. "Wait..." his eyes grew wide with terror at his realization. He began to struggle against the tape and began speaking quickly "Thisisbad,verybad,Ibrokeintosomeone'shouse,ohgod! I'm a criminal-" He looked up to Chell, finally noticing her presence.

"Wait! No! No no no no! I'm not a criminal! Actually quite the opposite of one you see..." he trailed off at the sight of her weapon. "Don't shoot me..." he whimpered.

Chell thrusted the gun forward in a way she thought looked menacing. "Woah woah, look lady, I'm a detective and I'm here working on a case and..." he stopped his babbling as she lowered her weapon.

Her brow up raised in question and she pointed to the drawings on her wall. He looked over quickly, then back to her, before turning his full attention to the pictures. "Yea, you put the king's puzzle together" he stated.

She looked at the drawings. The way she had them placed on her wall made out a bigger picture of a baby that looked a lot like her. She looked back to him, lifting her brow again at his staring face. He seemed to snap out of his trance and he began to ramble again. "I'm sorry, your just really cute- but wait, no, well yes you are if I'm honestly- gah! Look, Lady. Please, can you let me out? I have to find that girl and then- oh who am I kidding? There's possibly no chance she's even- no no no can't think like that because then-" He looked up at Chell. "Say, do you read all those books just in your free time?"

Chell turned to her book shelves, examining them, then back to the man. She nodded slowly, not knowing the point he was trying to make. "Really? That's amazing!" He began. "Those books are very hard even scholars to understand."

The girl giggled a bit at that, remembering that most of those books used to be her bedtime stories as a child. "Oh! I have an idea!" The man shouted suddenly.

Chell looked to him and waited for his response. "You must be like some kind of genius, a bit quiet, but smart, huh? And you're armed, which is lovely because there are some horrible things that kept shooting me on my way here-" His bright blue eyes looked up at the girl with a pleading look. "Help me find the lost princess, please.."

With wide eyes and an open mouth, Chell couldn't believe her ears. He wanted her to help him? What if it was a trap? She looked to him, then to the window, and then makeshift mural of the baby. She pointed to the giant picture. "Yes! Yes, that's the lost princess I'm talking about!" he exclaimed.

Chell opened her mouth again to speak, but her cheeks burned at the thought of talking to a stranger. She took one of the papers off the wall before pointing to it then to the outside. "You want to draw out- no no you want to see the paper thing they do for the princess!" Chell nodded eagerly. "Tell you what," he began. "If you help me find the princess, I'll take you were EVER you want to go. Is that a deal, uhh.." Catching what he was pondering, the girl uttered her name very quietly. "I'm Chell..."

The man beamed with joy. "Does that mean you'll help me? Oh wait, sorry. I'm Wheatley.." he laughed a little, nervously.

Chell looked at him with a smile, but it faded as she looked around the room. If she left, she could finally see were all the pictures came from, and from the looks of it, she might know something about a great mystery. If she left, she would meet new people, possibly make some friends and could prove to GLaDOS she could handle herself in the real world. But.. she thought looking at her wrapped gift. If she left, and GLaDOS found out, she would be furious and may even destroy her gift and punish her.

With new determination, she decided that she would just be home before GLaDOS came back. Nodding more to herself then to Wheatley, she walked behind him and ripped the tape off of him. He grinned and got up, holding out his hand. "I guess we're partners for now then, huh, Chell?"

The girl just looked at his hand oddly, squeezing her portal gun in her hands. "Uh.. you shake it.. Yup, just put your hand in mine and then.. shake it..?" Chell just walked away while looking at him oddly. "Or not, perfectly understandable."

Chell had walked to the window and stared out of it, with Mora perched on her shoulder. Wheatley walked next to her and began his way climbing down the vines, slowly. "Be careful Chell, this is a lot harder then it looks!"

The girl climbed into the still and looked down. "Look at the world so close, and I'm halfway to it..." she sang quietly. "I could get in trouble, do I even dare?" she took an unsure set back.

"Look at me, there at last..." She leaned down and adjusted her long fall boots for good measure. "I just have to do it..." With a shy glance at her gift behind her. "Maybe- No. Here I go..."

With a powerful jump, she fell to the ground. She heard Wheatley yell out in alarm, but that seemed so distant now as she stood in the grass. She looked back to him with the biggest grin she ever held in her life. Still, he was far from her, too far to hear her so she began to sing again. "It's really grass! And dirt! All the way I dreamed they'd be!" She laid on the ground, feeling everything under her skin.

Her attention was caught again by the sway of the flowers around her. "Just feel that summer breeze, it feels so warm to me..." Seeing Mora fling away, Chell rose and ran over to were the bird had gone, landing her boots into the stream. "And with no tests for me, I'm completely free!"

The sight of her feathered friend caught her eye again as she ran off toward it. "I could go running, and racing, and dancing, and chasing, and leaping, and bounding, hair flying, heart pounding, and with no testing I'm finally feeling that's when my life begins!"