Hey! finally! So sorry about not updating in a while I've been doing so much lately that sometimes I feel like there's way too much on my plate! anyway I'm not going to ramble for very long. I just want to say thank you for being so patient with me guys. It takes forever for me to do this stuff along with high school. So it sucks! But I love it anyway! I love you all to for sticking with me. I've been working on like three other stories that i haven't even gotten posted on here yet and one of them my friends say has a really good concept, and another one of my other friends says she wants to read it when its up! Yay!

Jack frost: is that second one the one about me and-mphghhhh!

me: *sits innocently with roll of recently used silver duck-tape* remember that saying jack?

Jack:*glares*

me: thats right Silence is golden but...

Jack: *continues to glare duck-tape still on his mouth*

me: fine be that way... Silence is golden but duck tape is silver! remember that and also remember that you should always R&R! its polite!

COPYWRITE: I own nothing. sadly. I don't own portal or any other of the goodies associated with it... Valve does... Them lucky bastards...

The silence surrounding her was all encompassing. No matter how hard she strained her hears she could make out nothing…

Emma smiled. That was just the way she liked it. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times.

Emma was sitting there, cross-legged; in the white abyss the Aperture people had given the name of suspended animation.

It was bleak there, in that pure white plain of nothing. There was no other sound that she could hear there, aside from her breathing and her thoughts. An ideal environment for someone like her, with the knowledge of everything and everywhere, to think and solve problems no one else could.

It stimulated her brain synapses. It forced her to think.

"No wonder they put me here." She said speaking aloud for the first time in hours. The last time being when she had spoken to the girl, Madeline.

"Now I think back on it…" she thought aloud, "I probably frightened the daylights out o' the poor girl…"

Bing!

Emma's eyes flicked around. That was odd. This was supposed to be a closed environment.

The announcers voice cut into the silence like a blade.

"Protocol #34199 initiated."

Emma's eyebrow shifted itself into a quizzical position. "What in the name of the mythical dullahan?" She stated calmly getting to her feet and brushing off her skirt.

'Protocol #34199?' Emma thought going over all the protocols one by one in her head. There was #4221 for when the robot bosses went haywire, protocol #855 for when a scientist was fired, and even #22135 for when cave actually went crazy enough and built lemon grenades. There was not however, a protocol #34199.

How could she not know this one. She knew everything. It had to be a new one. It was the only explanation for why she only knew protocols #1-34198, and not that one.

She sighed. She'd know what it was for soon.

"It should state what it's about in about…" Emma began, straightening her glasses and flicking her eyes down to look at her watch. Still broken. Dang it. At least she could keep time in her head. "I'd say it should explain in… 3… 2… 1…"

She pointed her finger at the sky and the announcers voice came on again.

"All cores please prepare for immediate disconnection from the consciousness. However, we will for your convenience, let you out one by one so you may greet your fellows and help one another regain your bearings, because here at Aperture Laboratories testing and enrichment facility, we want you to have a great experience and enjoy your time here. Thank you for your cooperation and have a wonderful stay."

Emma crossed her arms in contemplation.

'Disconnection? What happened to make them install that protocol…' she thought now, but the answer came quite quickly.

"Chell…" she whispered quietly and closed her eyes again…

"Stage 1 of 12 initiated. Disconnecting 1 of 12."

"Alright… Alright that's fine… Im fine with it… but… how 're the rest 'o them gonna cope."

She wiped her hand through the air, and the air acted as steam on the surface of a mirror. Everywhere she touched was turned into a weird, swipe shaped screen that just floated there. It floated there like a hole in the fabric of the suspended animation, which it sort of was.

For a moment the screen stayed blank, just a piece of pitch black against snow white nothing… then it acted like a piece of one way glass, and a room appeared on the screen.

The room was circular in shape with 12 identical columns like those you'd see in a sifi show, the ones that contained an incubated species or a cryogenically frozen human.

Emma frowned in concentration. "Now who should be first… let me see…" she let her finger hover over the screen.

The screen panned through the room slowly showing each tube one by one. After a while Emma began "Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary…" but then the announcer came over the com again.

"Stage 1 of 12 complete initiating stage 2 of 12."

Shhhkt. One of the doors on the tubes began to open. A man who looked to be about forty or so stumbled from the tube in a haze of smoke.

"Disconnecting 2 of 12." The Announcer said again. Was he going to do that every time? That's going to get annoying very quickly…

"What in the name of Jesus? Why am I out of the suspension…" The man began regaining a bit of his balance running his hand over his dark brown hair and sliding on then adjusting his fedora.

The man had on a leather jacket and kakis. A whip was fastened to his belt. He reminded her a bit of Indiana Jones… A character from a movie she would watch when she was in the suspension state.

He blinked. His eyes were greener than the emerald coasts of Ireland!

Squinting he looked around and began to walk about the room.

"Stage 2 of 12 completed. Initiating stage 3."

Another hiss filled the room and the man turned just in time to see another one of the tubes slide open.

A girl of about fifteen with short hazel colored hair and a bright orange shirt fell out.

She landed face first on the floor but then stood up and looked about the room seemingly completely unfazed by her fall.

"OOH! What is this? What is this place? Is this Aperture! OOOH! It's got a new look doesn't it! It's marveloso!" Italian… Yup, Italian. (A/N: Not trying to be racist or anything! Sorry! It's just me trying to make her Italian cause I always visualized that… sorry if I offend anybody!)

The girls bright orange eyes, the same shade as her shirt, flicked to the man and she began speaking quickly. She spoke so quickly in fact even Emma could hardly understand her.

"Who are you? Do you know where we are? Is it Aperture? I think its Aperture! Where are you from? I'm Catarina! I'm from the wonderful bello country of Italy! Why are we out side of suspension?"

Whoa there little lady! Keep your horses in the stable!" He said gesturing for her to calm down.

"I'm Rick, Rick Journey. Nice to meet you little darlin… You must be the most curious little house cat I've ever had the pleasure of being acquainted with."

Emma smacked the screen suddenly and its particles scattered and faded into the white mist.

"Damn… I'd forgotten how many of us there are…"

She dropped down into the cross-legged position she had been sitting in before and burrowed deep into her thoughts again. They were all going to wake… it was going to be mess… and she was going to have to manage them all…

Soon it was going to be her turn…

She sighed. Emma only dreaded the events to come after.

Yay! I'll do my best to post more chapters soon I have two more finish ones done for this one then i have to start writing on this one again... damn it! I wonder why im so lazy sometimes...

Jack frost: *finally got the tape off* me too...

me: *glares holding up the duck tape* sorry what was that?

Jack: nothing...

me: good boy would you like to have the last word?

Jack: Totally! Remember to Read & Review! Its the Polite thing to do!

me: huh I never noticed that... My slogan rhymes...