Just to clear something up:

The Combine have been exterminated. Wiped. Gone. Years ago. Never comin' back.

Why? Because I have not, nor will for a few years (Once I get over my phobia of horror/gore games) played Half-life or Half-life 2.

But the world hasn't returned to glory yet, although there are a lot more security or safety measures like the Standard Citizen ID.

Oh, and I don't own Google, Google just happens to be my favorite search engine/email service.

And if Sunnyside Apartment Complex happens to be copyrighted: I don't own that either.

It had never received such strange instructions or schematics in all of its existence.

The Prototype had always been loyal to its master, and had never once thought of not doing as it was told.

Still though, why the Central Core would want an 'Aperture Science Indistinguishable Human Employee Recollector" was beyond him.

Google was awesome.

According to the webpage Wheatley was looking at on his give-away computer Mike gave him when he got a new accounting computer, Google had just been rebuilt a few years ago. As was most of the internet.

But all he had to do to find what he wanted was type into a search box and Google would find it for him!

He loved it!

Wheatley had been feeling rather good since he had given The Lady an apology letter, and the cloud guilt he had when he used to think about her had gotten thinner.

He was still sure to stay far away from her though, he didn't want her to find out who he was.

So Wheatley had decided that he would spend his wallet full of green bills on a present for her! Who needs silly repeated apologies when you could give the person you were repeating your apology to a present?

It's Brilliant!

Wheatley had decided that he was going to give her a present, but he didn't want to give her jewelry or anything, that's just to cliche.

So he bought her a crate of apples.

The nice, red, juicy apples that everyone loves because they're so delicious!

Wheatley decided that he didn't want to buy apples at Roses's Grocery because The Lady might see her and then his master plan would be ruined and his cover would be blown!

And he'd have to eat a whole crate of apples.

So he went to The Internet and ordered a large crate of apples to be delivered to Apartment #109 on Wallace Street in the Sunnyside Apartment Complex.

The Lady would love his present!

Chell had never been so surprised/shocked/dumbfounded before in her life.

Someone had sent her a crate filled with 400 Gala Apples.

Her thoughts went something like this:

"I need to get to work early tod-The hell is this?"

That day, she was late to work.

Wheatley had watched her open her door and look at the giant crate of apples he had sent her.

Her face was priceless.

He had found the best gift ever.

After Chell dragged the crate of apples inside her apartment, her first thoughts were about what she was going to do with 400 apples.

Nevermind, she would have to figure that out after her shift at Rose's Grocery ended.

When she got there, one of her few friends (Layla Madison) asked how she was doing.

"Hey, Chell! How are you doing?" Layla asked her, walking by.

"Fine, except that someone sent me 400 apples today." She told her.

Layla instantly stopped walking and turned around "HOW many apples?" She asked.

"400" Chell replied matter-of-factly.

"My lord... What are you going to do with them all?" She asked, an amused smile on her face.

"I don't know, that's what I was going to ask you." She told her.

"Why do you think I would have an idea?" Layla asked her.

"I don;t know... We'll talk again later, I have to go restock the milk." Chell said.

"'Kay" Layla said, after Chell walked off.

400 Gala Apples. What in the name of all things good and sweet was she supposed to do with 400 apples?

A./N.

Hello anonymous reader!

I was bored. And I had my laptop. And I had nothing to do. Don't you dare look at me in that tone of voice.

Filler for useless plots! Yay!

Thanks for reading and please enjoy!