fic: Portal; You and Me and Atmosphere
Rated: K/G
Genre: sorta sadfic-y
Pairings: Wheatley+Space Core/Chell (possibly one-sided)
Written for the Portal kinkmeme ~ Here is the prompt.
Music: Ludo - In Space
They can't remember how long they've been here.
It's been a long time. They think that they used to have a way to measure time, a very precise way. The knowledge of how to do that is long gone. The knowledge of most things is long gone.
They used to be different.
That was even before they forgot how to tell time. Once upon a time it was Me and You, not They. They don't think about that much, though, because it's sort of unsettling. It's like being split in half.
Logically, when they think about it, there must have been something before here. Before space. They can't remember it, but they know they came from somewhere. They recall the moon and air rushing past them, one part excitement and one part dread -
'Grab me grab me grab me grab me....!'
They shudder with fear of a memory they can't recall. They'd done something wrong, and they regret it. They'd betrayed someone. They want to apologize - but, but they want to stay in space, too. Space is lovely.
Earth is lovely, too.
They contemplate that thought. Space is lovely. Something on Earth is lovelier. Something....
--
Another eon has passed, though they've no way of tracking it.
'I'm in space!'
They may be in space, but they want to be on Earth. Want to go home. Space is too big. Wanna go home. Wanna see the plants and the sky and the soil and sunlight filtered through an atmosphere.
Wanna apologize. Wanna see Chell.
Chell.
The name is both bewildering and familiar at once. They don't know her, but they do. And they miss her. So much.
Their orbit continues to decay.
--
It's been so long. They're in space. Soon they won't be.
For what seems like the first time in their combined memories they feel friction. The brush of atmosphere startles them. It's wonderful.
They begin to fall.
It's fantastically hot. They'll survive it. Some buried fact-become-instinct tells them so. They were built to last. They've lasted almost longer than they can recall, and they aren't going to stop now. No. They have something to do first.
They have to feel the ground again, have to hear sounds, have to rediscover what warmth and cold feel like. Have to relearn happiness and wonder and fear. Have to quiver beneath a yellow-eyed monster's glare and wait for death in a pile of corrupt cores and be carried in the arms of the woman who both saved and damned them.
They're going home.
'Earth, Earth, gotta go to Earth. I really am sorry, love. Please forgive me.'
The ground is fast approaching.
Little do they know they're a hundred years too late.
Genre: sorta sadfic-y
Pairings: Wheatley+Space Core/Chell (possibly one-sided)
Written for the Portal kinkmeme ~ Here is the prompt.
Music: Ludo - In Space
They can't remember how long they've been here.
It's been a long time. They think that they used to have a way to measure time, a very precise way. The knowledge of how to do that is long gone. The knowledge of most things is long gone.
They used to be different.
That was even before they forgot how to tell time. Once upon a time it was Me and You, not They. They don't think about that much, though, because it's sort of unsettling. It's like being split in half.
Logically, when they think about it, there must have been something before here. Before space. They can't remember it, but they know they came from somewhere. They recall the moon and air rushing past them, one part excitement and one part dread -
'Grab me grab me grab me grab me....!'
They shudder with fear of a memory they can't recall. They'd done something wrong, and they regret it. They'd betrayed someone. They want to apologize - but, but they want to stay in space, too. Space is lovely.
Earth is lovely, too.
They contemplate that thought. Space is lovely. Something on Earth is lovelier. Something....
--
Another eon has passed, though they've no way of tracking it.
'I'm in space!'
They may be in space, but they want to be on Earth. Want to go home. Space is too big. Wanna go home. Wanna see the plants and the sky and the soil and sunlight filtered through an atmosphere.
Wanna apologize. Wanna see Chell.
Chell.
The name is both bewildering and familiar at once. They don't know her, but they do. And they miss her. So much.
Their orbit continues to decay.
--
It's been so long. They're in space. Soon they won't be.
For what seems like the first time in their combined memories they feel friction. The brush of atmosphere startles them. It's wonderful.
They begin to fall.
It's fantastically hot. They'll survive it. Some buried fact-become-instinct tells them so. They were built to last. They've lasted almost longer than they can recall, and they aren't going to stop now. No. They have something to do first.
They have to feel the ground again, have to hear sounds, have to rediscover what warmth and cold feel like. Have to relearn happiness and wonder and fear. Have to quiver beneath a yellow-eyed monster's glare and wait for death in a pile of corrupt cores and be carried in the arms of the woman who both saved and damned them.
They're going home.
'Earth, Earth, gotta go to Earth. I really am sorry, love. Please forgive me.'
The ground is fast approaching.
Little do they know they're a hundred years too late.