Hi! I'm back! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while! I've just had so much going on and I've been putting all of my effort into writing this new story out before I type it up. I'm also swamped with schoolwork and junk because The Ap test is in 2 moths and were sorta behind... yeah...

Anyway I mentioned the new story I'm not gonna publish it just yet! That is because if I do I'm gonna feel pressure to put it out and I do not want that. And if I feel pressured I won't update fast because I'll end up getting stuck. I know it sucks but be patient. At the end of the chapter I'm gonna give you a hint as to what it's about though. I'd love to hear your guesses! Anywho! Onward to the story!

COPYWRITE: I do not own portal or anything associated with it. However I do own Dr. Anderson. (if anyone can tell me what that's from you'll be one of my favorite readers!)

Everything was black. The world was darker than pitch for as far as the eye could see. There was nothing and of course there was something. There was Wheatley. He was that something.

He was a something floating in a black abyss of silent nothing.

He tried to speak but he couldn't. His own lips would not obey him. It was quite unsettling for the young British scientist, seeing nothing and hearing just about the same thing.

'What in the bloody nutmegs…' he thought, beyond confused at his predicament. Thoughts and ideas began to fly through his brain. Was he asleep? Did he pass out? Was this another dimension? That last one was silly, he knew, but he was grasping at straws here. Then another idea flew through his head and his mind shut down.

No it couldn't be…

'Am I dead?'

"He's so stupid!" A nasally male voice cut through the silence like a hot knife. It echoed though the expanse of nothing filling the empty space then died away so it was completely silent again.

'What?' Wheatley thought, shocked by this sudden out burst from the nothingness. 'Who said that… And whose stupid?'

"That thing you made. He's a bloody moron! I thought he was supposed to help this project! This stupid toddler was supposed to be able to figure out how to make projects work! He can't even figure out a paint-by-numbers without someone's help! He wont be able to do a thing!" The man spoke again more clearly. And again his voice filled the space then dissipated quickly, right back into the silence.

A blurry silhouette was now coming into focus. A tall man who was wearing what seemed to be a lab coat was waving his arms angrily at the short white blobby looking thing that was forming in front of him.

"I did what I needed to do with the sample you gave me. It wasn't perfect but what do you expect." Another mans voice, softer and gentler than the first, radiated from the blob. As it spoke the blob began to come into clearer focus. He could make out the blob a little better now.

The blob wasn't a blob. It was a man who was sitting in a chair facing away from the man waving his arms about. He didn't appear to care about anything the man was saying.

'Who are these people?' Wheatley thought confused.

The details of the figures suddenly became sharper and a background sort of faded in behind them. Their faces however, remained dark so he couldn't see what the men looked like. What he did see was one man sitting at his desk looking over some paperwork and another red headed one violently pointing in the direction of four blobs in the background. Those blobs began to get clearer and clearer as the man continued to speak.

"You can't have done! Doug! You had to have done something wrong!" the pointing man said to the man, Doug apparently, who was sitting in the chair.

"Science isn't an exact science… there are many variables… and sometimes strange things happen, and they're not exactly what you'd expect." Doug said looking up from his paper work.

"Strange? Not what you'd expect? What?" The man took a step forward angrily.

"Yes Dr. Anderson," Doug said sternly still staring at the wall intently, lost in thought, "Strange and unexpected that's what he is." The man noticed the emphasis his fellow had put on he.

"He?"

Doug let out a sigh of annoyance. " You didn't read the report did you? No, wait never mind I already know the answer. I'll sum it up for you Anderson. He developed first… then she did."

"She… why two?"

"Good question… I think I may have the answer though…" Doug said removing his glasses to polish them. He turned his head to smile at the four blobs in the background.

Wheatley saw now that where there had once been four blobs there were four children. One boy with hair a fiery red color and three girls. One with hair the color of a golden wheat field, another with hair the color of melted chocolate and another with a head of molten lava.

"What is it?" Anderson asked now curious.

Doug was silent a few moments then said. "Balance…" Setting his glasses back on his nose and turning back to his desk, he continued, "That's the answer Anderson that's why… The universe needs balance. If I've learned anything while working in this mad house its that. Once we get one thing we lose another. Someone discovering something new leads to forgetting something old. Everything has a purpose, which is either to cause and or be effected… There is no magic…. Only lost physics…. That is the circulous logic of the universe we live in. Never forget that…"

"What does that have to do with them?" Anderson asked impatiently, tapping his foot on the tile flooring.

Doug didn't speak, so Anderson asked again, but this time Doug did answer.

"What does that have to do with them?"

"He is her opposite… That is the reason for his existence… He is not a result and neither is she. I did everything right. They are for all intents and purposes children of that beautiful creature that we use to explain everything… They are the children of that creature who still sometimes eludes us… science."

The tall red head turned and looked at the four children.

"So she's the result…" He said, apparently not having listened to a word Doug had just spoken.

Doug turned and glared at Anderson angrily. He was about to speak when he noticed the brunette and blonde had looked up. Both smiled and the blonde waved at him happily. The brunette went back to what she was doing. His eyes softened and he waved slightly smiling at the little blonde.

"So what do we do with him then?" Anderson said straightening his coat.

"What?" Now it was Doug's turn to be surprised, and Wheatley was right there with him. What did he mean what do they do with him?

"What do we do with him then? How do we dispose of the mistake?"

'Mistake?' Wheatley thought, 'This guy is insane!'

"What do you mean mistake? He's a living thing!" Doug said anger beginning to broil over inside of him.

"No he's not. He is a machine bred to be smart but instead we got a moron. He's a mistake."

Doug shot out of his chair.

"Get out of my lab."

"What?" Anderson said in disbelief.

"I said GET OUT! " He shouted.

The children looked up startled.

Doug chased the man from his lab and screamed at him from the doorway, watching him run frantically away.

"Never come near my lab or this experiment ever again! I'm putting you up for a performance review! I'm taking you off this experiment! And if you think that's bad wait till you see what's gonna happen if come near any of them again! Thank you for your input Anderson! I hope you have a terrible life!"

Wheatley watched this unfold with wrapped attention.

Then he was yanked from the scene by an unknown force.

Wheatley blinked. He did notice once his vision cleared that he was no longer in the black space.

"Thank you for assuming the party escort submission position… you will not miss the party…" The cutesy sounding voice of a little girl filtered through and penetrated his eardrums.

He felt small arms wrap around his shoulders. He felt himself being dragged somewhere. That's when the slight ebbing throb his pain had been a moment before turned into a searing burning that hurt like nobodies business.

"BLOODY HELL!" He screamed.

What on earth was going on? What the hell was that vision?

Yay! I updated! I really liked this one! Doug is sorta deep! Yay! Total accident! Anyway So um yeah that's it and don't forget to R&R That's the polite thing to do!

HINT FOR NEW STORY: MITM

OK that's it... You can go now... I don't have anything else for you so yeah... *walks out slowly*