They're just being nice to gain her trust so they can ask question. I'm sure the engineer looked over the cube when they found it.

japan.. that is not a very good attitude to have here. The people here are somewhat harsh, but generally fair. If we see something wrong, we will usually say it. No one here is a professional writer, as far as i know.

Karnickel has several good points, i do hope you take them to heart and improve.

I offer up my services as a beta, send me an e-mail if you wish to have me as one.

> Oh don´t misunderstand me please. My first language isn´t english, so it may occure that the way i sometimes say things straight out seems to be rude and all. Which i don´t mean. So far i know no one is a professional writer on this board. But than again, i may ask you, if this is the first time your writing a fiction, why don´t you start slow with a thread in workshop? In workshop you get much positiv comments which help to improve your writing style and to maybe grasp the characterisation of a character more.
And i´m really sorry if i now seem to be snipish if i say this, but if Chell isn´t such a social person in your opinion, does that not to imply on all others. So far as i know her survival was until now up to the observation of her environment and the recognition of threads which may occure. So the lack of description how the others reacted to her, seems just careless to me.

And i know people will hate me for this. Chell went through the desert for days and passed out through Soldiers hit... I really would say Medic should be there in the room. Besides of a sunstroke, beeing dehydrated and having maybe some wounds she could have a concusion. (Man we talking about Soldier he could slap the shit out from Bisons if he wants it.)

I will now be silent, but you should know that i will follow this fiction with great interest and so far i like the concept.

>>19

Mich auch mein freund.

It's not bad. I have to agree with previous comments though. Medic really should have been there and he should have examined her to make sure she was all right. If nothing else, he could tell if she was a Spy faking her present situation.

I also think that even if she focused on the Engineer, that she really should have been watching everyone closely. They are armed and she knows at least one of them is potentially dangerous. I understand that group scenes can be awkward. You don't want to lose focus on what is important by cluttering it up with unnecessary actions and reactions. However, I feel they should have been able to do more and should have had a full discussion regarding her. I am also surprised they would leave her unguarded. She might not be a RED but she's still a stranger.

To be honest? I'm starting to think perhaps the story would have been better from the Engineer's perspective. The team's reactions could be better shown and the mystery factor could be played up for longer. That's just my opinion though.

Also, ya'll is a plural word. "You all" essentially. It can be used to address just one person but it generally isn't.

I will post in this thread everyday. I must have more.

>>19 Welp this was my post here. I didn´t want to anon, because i will hear gladly you opinion to my horrible critic.

(Recaptcha platiodi AGB? Since when does the chan have a AGB?)

I like it very much The idea is great. I think a little more description on things and people would be making better. Like maybe tells us how smells are and what things look like more.

Alright, I'll level with you guys, I am a TF2Chan noob, i have absolutely NO idea what beta,workshop and all of those things mean. As for the story, it is somewhat on delay right now, i'm playing with side-stories different points of view and overall story direction. I hate to disappoint some of you but chances are the portal gun isn't gonna make it to the battle field. (Think about it from an in-game view, way overpowered right? And chances are somebody would wanna steal such a strong weapon.) I can't promise much but I'll try and update as soon as possible. I am open to suggestions and such as well and, since were on the topic, what ethnicity do you guys think Chell is?

That's easy Japan. Workshop, located to the left, is where you would put your work if you are feeling unsure about it or want some serious critique.
A beta is someone who would read over your work, catching spelling errors and giving you advice on shit, helping you improve your written piece.

To be fair, the portal gun being so powerful would be a VERY good reason for both teams to want to capture Chell if she shows up in the middle of things. Capture and not kill. Also, the gun is somewhat useless without the boots. If someone stole the boots and someone else stole the gun, it would remain even.

Not to mention, learning to use the portal gun effectively would take some time. When used improperly or without the right amount of understanding for where the portals need to go to get the right effect, it's just powerful as a Soldier rocket-jumping. Chell has been training with it for a long time. She knows about the momentum, the placement (on walls and how portals can even be placed from within portals or how to use placement into pits or at angles to use gravity against her opponents.) The guys would have to figure that stuff out first. In the meantime, Chell would be interrogated, remain silent, and possibly be coerced into fighting alongside whoever caught her. Then of course it can go however you want. Especially if she decided to leave before then. Or if perhaps one side grabbed the gun and one side grabbed Chell.

I'm not saying the portal gun is a necessity by any means. I simply think deciding against it because it is overpowered is ignoring a lot of potential story points that could be very interesting. Suppose the Administrator becomes involved BECAUSE the portal gun is so powerful and she refuses to have one team with a clear advantage? What will happen then? What if Chell is simply denied the portal gun and, once the capturing team has set themselves the task of unlocking its secrets, being kept captive because her weapon is so powerful? Then what if one member of the team decides to release her? Will she say agree to fight with them or will she make a run for freedom? What happens then? What if she decides she likes the person freeing her? Does this make a difference? What if she actually refuses to kill anyone and simply tries to keep them away from her? What if she's using it to grab intel?

There are so many possibilities. Not to mention, she still has the long fall boots. That coupled with any light gun might be just as significant if she can learn how to jump like a Scout. Or if she is capable of reproducing some interesting new technology into the Engineer's gadgets, via remembering some of the things that Apeture had (though that might be a little harder to do but not impossible.)

I'm sorry if I sound like I'm complaining or chiding. That isn't my intention. I simply feel that maybe not enough consideration has gone into that decision. I am probably assuming too much however. Feel free to ignore my commentary, especially if all of this has been considered and is simply being rejected in favor of other ideas.

Alright so after various attempts and a few late nights I think i have some ideas to go along with. (Also Dove i dont really like the whole capturing thing, it generally leads to rape and... It's just not my thing most of the time. We'll see ;) )

Chapter 3: Relapse

"I just don't see tha point in keepin' some fucking mute chick if we can't have a little bit a fun with her!" Scout yelled. The previous days loss (and a new groin injury) left Scout in a foul mood, to say the least. The dining room smelt of freshly cooked eggs with a hint of sizzling bacon that Pyro was cooking. Sniper rolled his eyes at Scout.

"Oi, just 'cuz shes a woman don't mean she ain't a person!" Sniper retorted. "How would you feel if ya ended up somewhere new with nine guys tryin' ta feel ya up?" Spy chuckled at this remark, Demo grunted at the sharp pain in his forehead and Scout slammed his hands on the burgundy table.

"Don't be going all gay shit on me, I know what you and Frenchie do in that rust bucket of yours!" he huffed. At this the room became quiet, Sniper barely containing his rage and Spy... Where was Spy?

Scout felt his blood run cold when a leather finger slowly ran down his back and felt a warm breath on his ear. "Are we a bit jealous?" Spy whispered into his ear. He chuckled darkly as Scout tensed up.

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Chell awoke in a daze, she hadn't slept since she was in long term stasis, which hardly counted in her opinion. She stretched out as much as she could on the bed, irritated that her left hand hit the wall, and got up to be welcomed by a few aches. White walls surrounded her and her Weighted Companion Cube... White..? WHITE?!?

Her instincts kicked in, she was immediately behind her companion cube crouched down to hide from turrets. She waited, seconds seeming like hours, her heart was beating so loud, she couldn't hear anything. Focus... A red light caught her attention, a security camera that was turned towards her in the corner of her room. A voice rang out, all to familiar to her. The cold venom hidden in the monotone shook her to her very core.

"You can't escape you know."

"You never could, Chell."

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A dull but loud 'THUNK' was heard in the dining room. Scout nearly jumped out of his skin, Demo groaned with distaste, Sniper looked around curiously and Engineer immediately awoke from his half asleep state. Oh no. He got up and started sprinting, abandoning his teammates with mildly confused faces. Each white wall he passed was a blur, only one thing was on his mind.

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The camera remained resolute, no matter how hard she threw the cube at the camera it wouldn't fall off. The red light continued to blink, as if it was questioning her methods. Tears streamed down her tanned face, her cheeks stinging and her ears burning. No, no no no, no! This can't be happening. She almost didn't notice the door being kicked open, or the friendly hands being placed firmly on her shoulders.

"Miss, aint nobody here gonna hurtcha, ok?" he coaxed. It didn't work, she continued to pound at the camera with the cube, anything to be rid of the vile woman who tested her. She cried, it hadn't happened in a long time. No matter how hard she was tested, or how close she had come to dying she hadn't cried. Her jaw tensed, teeth gritting, she wasn't going to let her win. Her arms moved back to launch the cube again when her senses abruptly came back. Something was holding her. It wasn't the cold metal pincers that both saved and ruined her life. Warmth, a tender care, feelings she had been deprived of ever since take your daughter to work day so many years ago.

The cube slipped from her hands and made a faint 'Thunk' when it hit the ground. The man holding her wasn't restraining her, or forcing himself upon her. He was holding her as if she was... She turned around and stared at him, Engie... He cared. He cared... The thought of being cared for had long since been abandoned, yet here it was.

"There there, calm down, take a deep breath." Chell took a raspy half-breath, and then swallowed her pride and complied. She rested her head on his chest, mimicking his breathing patterns. He smelt nice, machine oil, soap and some kind of aftershave, it was wonderful. She could get lost in this feeling but... "Feel better ma'm?"

Her eyes widened, she reluctantly pushed away and nodded. She was still unsure of what her situation was, but she knew this man... this, Engineer, would be her saving grace.

"Lets get you some breakfast eh? Ya look like ya could eat a horse." Engie chuckled at his own joke. Chell hadn't thought it was funny but followed him anyways. She WAS hungry after all.

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"WELL, GOOD MORNING YOUR HIGHNESS! WHILE YOU WERE PLAYING SLEEPING BEAUTY, PYRO TOOK YOUR JOB OF COOKING BREAKFAST." Soldier announced when they entered. Chell shot him a few daggers before hopping in line behind Engie.

"Look leetle man, eet is leetle girlfriend!" Heavy bellowed. Scout gave him the finger before returning to his plate of toast and bacon. 'Eggs are for pussies' he claimed. Apparently, so were forks and manners.

"Ah, Guten Morgen, I assume you shall report for a medical examination this evening, ja?" Medic stated. He offered his hand to shake but Chell merely nodded before turning to the chef.

"Rfh hrfhr rfh rerh rghrh." Pyro pointed out. When Chell gave him a confused stare Engie cut in.

"He says ya could use a new jumpsuit," he explained. "Pyro says he's gonna shrink a few of his in tha wash for ya later."

Chell politely nodded at the chef, how anybody understood him with the gas mask on, she didn't know. The mask would've been nice to have during the several neurotoxin attacks, ugh, the memories came back again. She grabbed her tray to stifle the thoughts and moved to the table, ending up between Spy and Engineer. As usual everybody stared when she downed nearly 3 Heavy sized servings of pancakes, eggs and orange juice.

"The misson begins in 60 seconds," an overhead speaker announced. She began to panic, another robot woman to give commands? Not going to happen. She was ready to attack the walls when Engineer put a hand on her shoulder again.

"That's the announcer, don't worry. She's just there ta tell us what happens on the battlefield." He explained.

Battlefield..?

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So thats it for chapter 3, in case you didnt pick up on it, Chell is a little mentally scarred from GLaDOS and gets a little paranoid (she doesnt actually hear her, she just thinks she does) Crit as always is welcome, i tried to be a bit more descriptive and such.

I like creepy/seductive spy hehe. I think you did a good job showing her trauma.

I'm liking this story! One thing I'm not quite clear about- is Chell actually hearing GLaDOS' voice, or is that a flashback? Glad the Engineer is there for her, either way.

Also, if you ever want someone to "beta-read" your stuff or look over it before you post, I'm willing to do it. I think your writing is quite good, and never would have guessed that English is not your first language, but I'm always willing to help. Just e-mail me at the address linked in my name, there.

I may just have to hit you up on that offer :P, and Chell is traumatized so she THINKS she hears GLaDOS and certain things trigger her into a state of panic, such as waking up to only white walls, the cameras and the announcers voice because it brings back memories of aperture. I'm not quite sure where you heard english wasn't my 1st language, it actually is though I AM A FAGGOT HUMP MY RUMP, but i do have a year of german under my belt so that does help.

erm, what happened up there ^^^ i didnt right that o-o

Re: English. Sorry, I misunderstood the source of one of the other commenters' quotes. The way you occasionally misuse, say, "right" for "write" had me confused. Yes, I'm a grammar fascist, but that also makes me a good proofreader.

Re: Rump humping. That there is a text filter, which exists to discourage the use of emoticons. Although "o-o" doesn't have a text filter, you might wanna avoid that one, too.

Ah, gotcha, yea i posted it and looked back and slapped myself in the head, i do that occasionally but i dont focus as much on spelling and grammar when its not an update.

Oh, no, I'm very much not into rape. Capturing doesn't have to lead to rape (it is a plausible result but not necessarily so. Just because someone is violent doesn't mean they'll automatically be a rapist.) Technically, she was already captured by Soldier in this fic, if you go by sheer definition alone, and no one raped her. Regardless, you're going your own way and that's fine. I just have a habit of being nosy and rambling at people.

I like what you have so far and Spy was perfect. Trauma is definitely plausible for Chell and warm squishies for Engie comforting her. The only thing I'm unsure about is Engie knowing automatically what was going on when he heard the thunk sounds or why Chell didn't notice the camera sooner but I can still go along with it.

Chapter 4: Into the Fray

"ALRIGHT FOLKS, YOU HEARD THE WOMAN, LINE UP FOR BATTLE! Truckie, take her to the armory and get her set into respawn! I expect grade A ass kicking, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!" Soldier barked. Engineer guided a confused Chell off to the respawn chamber.

"Alright, now if ya would be so kind as ta stand here ma'm, we can getcha in the system so ya don't die." At this Chells train of thought came to a screeching halt. Not die? She began shaking, was she being put back into stasis? She turned to run when a warm hand draped onto her shoulder. The humming of the machine suddenly faded away, all she could see, hear and feel was the mans kindness.

"Calm down miss, it aint gonna hurt, respawn just allows yer body ta be picked up off the battlefield and bring ya back ta life. I don't get how it fully works but its amazin' aint it?" he soothed. Bring her back to life? She sighed, thinking too much wouldn't help her out now, so she complied to the man and stepped on a gray pad. She nearly jumped when she saw the two metallic arms descend with a blue field inbetween them. The scanning process felt cold, she shivered slightly when the final scan had been made.

"Alright, that's done, now lets get ya suited up for battle." On the long walk to the armory he gave her a brief explanation of the situation. Capture the red suitcase and kill people. Death was only brief and during ceasefires no contact is to be made with the other team. Ok, she thought, I can do this, I've survived tests with worse consequences, how bad can war be when you never die?

Then a thought crossed her mind. What if SHE had a machine like that?

The thought quickly died as they reached the armory. Engie pulled a key out of his overalls and unlocked the steel door. Blue steel, of course.

Entering the room was intimidating, she had seen the turret production line and yet this room yielded more firepower than that. Its blue walls were line with shelves and endless kinds of weaponry, the bigger ones standing on the wall below them.

"Well, pick up some weapons and see whatcha like." His eyes briefly drifted down, "Those are some fancy lookin' boots," he commented. Chell disregarded the comment and went back to her weapon browsing. Every weapon that could had a blue mark or color. Did colors mean so much out here? How would she be reacted to wearing orange? She pushed the thought aside as she picked up a large handgun. She almost smiled, the weight in her hand was familiar.

Oh how she missed the device.

She sighed and decided to make a shooting gesture with her free hand at the Engineer. He nodded and pointed down a hallway to their left. "Shootin' range that way," he explained. Chell nodded and grabbed a few other weapons, a shotgun she could hold in one hand, a bowie knife and another handgun, identical to the first one.

She lumbered off into the shooting range and picked up the shotgun. She held it with her right hand and aimed at a red Spy cutout. A brief pull of the trigger, a deep exhale and the Spy was missing half of his left side. It startled her to shoot a gun and not see a blue or orange portal where she aimed.

"Atta girl! Nice shot Chell!" he praised. She turned away to resume target practice before Engie could see her smile.

God she hadn't smiled in what seemed like decades. It could have been, who knows how long stasis lasted.

She tried to hold both of the handguns after thoroughly practicing with the shotgun. No good, she couldn't hold them up enough to aim both of them at once. Then a thought crossed her mind. She dropped the gun in her left hand and grabbed the knife. She jumped over the shooting rail and began shooting and swinging at the targets like a madwoman.

It was fun. She needed to let out her anger, and mutilating these wooden cutouts was much better than knocking over turrets.

After she beheaded a Heavy cutout while shooting a Medic between the eyes she returned to the Engineer. They both had huge smiles plastered to their faces. Decidedly it was better to not have to keep hiding her brief flashes of emotion.

"Mission begins in 60 seconds," the voice boomed. Chell flinched but didn't shoot the cameras, just the ceiling. It was a start.

"Well, lets see if ya can fight as well out there as ya can in here." he chuckled before holding the door open for her. Chell nodded, a vague but understood thank you, and headed back down to the resupply room with Engie.

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"'Ey, there's my little sunshine gal!" Scout snorted. Then he winced, damn that girl hit hard. Engie laughed and Soldier grinned with respect. The others payed little attention, but the thought amongst them was mutual. She'd better not fuck this up for us.

A loud siren rang and everybody ran out to the dusty field like a bat out of hell. Chell got a grip on her bearings and ran out to the field. She jumped off of the roof platform where Sniper was roosted, hearing a brief tut from him as she leaped. She pulled out her shotgun and knife just before she landed safely, earning her confused stares from the Demoman and Engineer before she flashed a grin and began running across the rickety wooden bridge at the incoming Reds.

"Little lass is gonna get 'erself killed like that boyo!" Demo shouted at the Engineer. He gave a brief chuckle before flatly stating, "She may not be a talker but she's got the killing instinct you need to survive around here." Demo looked back down the bridge to see she had already shot the enemy Soldier square in his chest and performed a roundhouse kick on a Spy attempting to backstab her. She pulled out her handgun and shot him three times before he slumped over, dead.

"..." Demo was speechless, this seemingly frail girl had just effortlessly taken down 2 enemies at once. She turned and headed to the enemy fort and leaned against the wall. A brief turn of her head into the base was all she needed to plot where to place her porta- Oh, right. She sighed before running in to shoot the confused Red Medic while he healed his Heavy. The larger man roared at the loss of his doctor and aimed his spinning minigun at her.

Her eyes went wide, she had to think. Then she smiled when she remembered something she had been told once.

At least you have that, you've got jumping on your side.

A quick gasp and she was running towards the nearest wall, she jumped sideways, and like she had hope, the springs on her boots bounced off the wall and propelled her behind her hulking enemy. She grasped her knife tightly and took a stab at the mans head. She may not have much knowledge about other humans but she was relatively sure that brains frowned upon being stabbed. The Heavy gave a brief "Vat da..." before falling forward.

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When she reached the enemies underground she peeked into where she was told her goal was. She heard mechanical beeping. She stopped, her heart racing. Turrets. Why was SHE protecting the intel? Was this just an angry response to her leaving? A cold sinking feeling gripped her lungs, she couldn't breathe.

"Here come the test results..."

Chell couldn't contain her rage, she started sprinting into the room, she lept over a rocket the turret shot at her. Turrets have rockets now? The gunfire keeping her attached to reality by a few bullets now lodged in her shoulder. She jumped over the turret and stood behind it, knife and shotgun in hand. She slashed with all her might at wires on the neck of this new, strangely shaped turret before shooting its (4?) eyes. The thing exploded at that, hitting her with a few pieces of scrap metal before she heard a nearby shout.

"SENTRY DOWN!"

Reality flooded back into her, it wasn't a turret, the enemy Engineer made it. She turned to run but caught a glimpse of the glowing briefcase. She hastily put the maroon straps around her shoulders and began to run with all her might. The few wounds she had received on the way here hurt like a bitch yes, but it wasn't something she wasn't unfamiliar with. She headed up the slanted passageway and found herself facing the enemy Scout.

"Well hey babe, why don't ya put down that briefcase and come back with me to my ro-UNFF!" Her booted hammer kick might as well have been a shotgun blast to his stomach. Then there was one of course. Chell heard yelling and began to run back towards her base, a red grenade landing behind her. Perfect. She jumped again, the blast launching her next to her base.

She began running back down the sloped passageways. It was strange, they had nearly identical layouts, the two bases. She shrugged in her mind and began to use her last bit of strength to run towards the capture point.

"Victory."

She returned to the rec room and was startled to hear loud cheering. From everyone, except Scout who was muttering something about that she was stealing his job, until Demo nudged his ribs hard with an elbow and gave a half-hearted clap. She nodded at all of them, feeling uncomfortable as Heavy gave her a crushing slap on the back. "Leetle girl is amazing, da?" he roared. Soldier gave a speech about their new recruit, without referring to her as 'MAGGOT', which Engie confirmed as a sign of respect. Chell gave an awkward smile before leaving the room and heading to the showers.

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As she started to turn the shower room handle a hand was placed on her shoulder. She turned to see a shrunken Blu Pyro suit and a thumbs up from her teams Pyro. She took it and gave a nod towards the strange man (?). She started to resume entering the shower room when she heard the sound of a mask being half removed and a feminine voice.

"Us girls have to stick together right?"

Chell immediately pivoted to turn around but Pyro was gone. She shook her head and entered the showers, careful to block off the door with a chair.

She took of her dirty clothes yet again, thankful that Blu had womans undergarments, held just in case they got a female recruit, in the lockers. She dropped her new jumpsuit and towel on a wooden bench before entering the blue tiled showers. The warmth and the steam were nice, but the best part, besides being clean, was hearing Scout try and open the door again. It was annoying, but she found it incredibly comical.

The water was turned off after a quick but thorough cleaning and she held up the jumpsuit. It looked a little small, but she had nothing else so she sat down and pushed her legs through the almost clingy rubber-like material. She was surprised, it fit her well, she put her arms in and zipped up. She looked good. There was something different than the normal Pyro suit though, instead of a fire symbol on the yellow arm band, it was the weighted companion cube. It closely resembled the black pictures like they had in Aperture.

She smiled, it warmed her heart, it was an ultimate show of acceptance. She would have cried, if it wasn't for Soldier banging on the door with his shovel. She sighed and removed the chair, watching the shovel go flying and leave a dent in a locker.

"THESE SHOWERS ARE FOR EVERYONE MAGGOT!" he yelled. Chell gave him a brief glance before rolling her eyes and returning to the rec room, putting her hair back into a ponytail as she did so.

It seemed rather festive in here, Demo was passing out acidic drinks that only he seemed able to swallow. He started giggling and tried to hand one to her without falling over. She held a hand up and shook her head before sitting on the couch next to Engie.

"Ya did incredible for ya first day Chell," he began, "we hadn't captured their intel for about a week, good thing you seem ta be a natural warrior." He chuckled. "And ah see Pyro gave ya a new suit... Those boots must be incredible, ya didn't even seem fazed when ya jumped from the roof!"

Chell smiled at this, practically glowing from all the praise. She glanced around, Soldier was in the showers, that she knew, Medic and Heavy were missing along with Spy, but that was probably normal for them. Scout was watching a baseball game on the TV, Demo was on the floor laughing and Sniper was playing poker with Pyro on the cheap fold out table. The room itself was a bit run down, the blue carpet was close to being gray and the wall had holes and various un-plastered spots from various sources. Probably a drunken Demo's doing, she thought.

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Dinner came and went again, Soldier made his 'World Famous' canned corn with burnt chicken. That was the first night Chell didn't eat like a starved animal. As she began to pick up her dishes, Medic spoke up.

"Frau Chell, remember you have ein medikal appointment, ja?" A quick sigh followed by a regretful nod was all she needed before she left the room.

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The medical ward was intimidating enough, considering her first 'visit' was only a day or two ago, and she was strapped to the only examination table they had.

"Ah, Frau Chell, come in, give me ein moment und ve shall begin ze examination," he said, perhaps a bit to happily. He emphasized 'examination' by pulling on a pair of blue latex gloves, letting the ends retract with a satisfying slap.

He began by checking her vitals, pulse, respiratory rate, routine things to him really. Chell breathed deeply when his stethoscope moved around her chest and back. It was cold.

"Vell Frau Chell, it zeems you vere very undernourished und exhausted, you zeem to be doing better und your performance today speaks for itzelf, you are free to leave."

She nodded before retiring to her room.

Her sheets were replaced and the bed was made, she noticed. She sat down on her blue bed before picking up her companion cube. Why would she give it to her? How would it benefit her at all? It wasn't like it was ever much help, it was a cube. She thumbed over the heart facing her and felt it dip a bit... That's weird, it didn't have that when she tested with it... Curious, she pushed in where it dipped and felt it move. It began to beep and steam flooded from the face that was now retracting upwards. The side disappeared and left 3 items inside of it.

The first she had hardly noticed, it was a small candle with a half burnt wick. The second was a boxed home safety turret. Great, more memories. The third, oh how she missed the third.

She fell asleep, cradling the device in her arms as if it were a child.

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Ok, so chapter 4 is done, Crit is welcomed blah blah blah, same stuff as usual.

Yay she gets the device back! Sure she's kicking ass now, but the RED's know what to suspect for next time...Except when she starts making portals.

Yea, i have no idea why but i always thought Chell would be a badass close range fighter and would be strong enough to hold a decent sized gun with one hand but not strong enough for more heavy weapons, and the knife felt fitting. Anyways, the portal gun will be used, but im not entirely sure shell bring it to the battle, we'll see where that leads. Red is going to not be as surprised by her kickassness next time though.

My only criticism is that Medic would be calling her 'Fraulein' rather than 'Frau' due to her appearance; she hardly looks married, 'Frau' being the German equivalent to Mrs.

Other than that, I am incredibly pleased that at least four of the members on the Team don't really want in Chell's pants.

Ah, thanks for pointing that out! I must admit my german is a bit rusty (admittedly I only have 1 years worth under my belt). Either way I'm glad to see positive reactions so far, I just hope I'm getting better as I go on with this story.

The provided amount of material is insufficient to sate my deep necessity for this perticular subject.

BUMPING FOR GREAT JUSTICE

>>42
You don't need to bump quite so often. Only if it goes to the other page or something. Don't worry, we didn't forget about it :)

Thanks for the bump but i DESPERATELY need criticism, I'm still learning but hopefully you guys think this is getting better? Anyways, 1st attempt at dream sequencing type thing and I don't really know how to do italics so ill try and make it obvious.

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Chapter 5: The part where...

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"Daddy, can we go yet?" A young Chell asked, her eyes pleading and her lower lip quivering in an attempt to work her dad over.

"In a little bit sweetheart, I need to finish this core before we leave." Her fathers tall figure and deep voice resounded throughout his cubicle. "Mr. Johnson had been very clear, I'm not to go home until this core is fully operational, besides, not every day is tale your daughter to work day!"

Chell rolled her eyes. "Dad you always say that. I practically live here, between my studies and the knee replacements. Why couldn't I go to normal school?" Oh, this question, she always asked but she new his answer.

"Because normal school is for normal kids, but your special." He winked at the end before laughing, and Chell laughed too, partially because it always sounded strange to tell a 10 year old. That and his dirtied white Aperture lab coat got stuck between two of the metal plates he drilled onto the core. It looked more advanced than the others, it had a yellow eye and seemed more complicated.

Chell sighed, she didn't admit defeat (she never did) but she stopped asking. It wouldn't help to press the issue and distract him further. The final screw was placed in and her fathers pale hands reached to the side for the power button.

"What's THIS one for anyway?" Chell inquired. "You've already made dozens of those, how is this one any different?"

Her Father chuckled. "Well, IF it works right, it's supposed to be knowledgeable about other-worldly things, other planets, stars, galaxies, that such."

"Alright, I think its done, let me plug it in to the space knowledge base and we can go."

"I love you Dad." Chell exclaimed, jumping onto her dad with a death-grip hug that would make any wrestler ashamed of themselves.

"I love you too... MAGGOT!"

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Chell awoke with a start, she remembered now, her faint memories were coming back of her childhood, the scene in her head was interrupted by a shovel banging on the door.

"MAGGOT! THE BLU ADMINISTRATOR WANTS A WORD WITH YOU!"

The who? Uh oh, I still have the device! I don't- they can't know about it, not yet, she thought. The device was quickly tucked under the open side of the cube and places back at the foot of her bed. She got out of her ruffled sheets and stood up, stretching out the aches from yesterdays fight. She zipped up the front of her new BLU jumpsuit, grunting as her back was reminded that rubber clinging to skin is uncomfortable.

She unlocked the door and stepped out to be greeted by Soldier standing at attention and a new face she had never seen.

In essence she was like a vulture, her saggy, pale skin being mostly covered by a dark blue suit and black stockings. Her face spoke of years of exhausting behavior and unspoken hatred, only expressed further by the dark purple circles around her eyes. Round black hair with a large stress-caused white streak down the center being her most outspoken feature.

Like most of the mercenaries, she smoked, her long bony fingers clasping a cigarette in one hand while the other had its dark blue acrylic nails thrumming impatiently against the doorframe.

"Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard, "Ah, Ms...Chell, is it? On behalf of the BLU company I propose a contract for your... services... on the battlefield." She spoke the as if she said this daily and regretted every word, practically choking herself on the word 'services' to stifle an absurd laugh.

"Well, what do you think, 3 million a year in exchange for 6 years of fighting. Do we have a deal?" At this she extended a boney hand, cigarette pushed between her dark lips. Chell was hesitant to agree, the amount of money they were paid was incredible, that was without doubt. But what if she refused? Would they keep her if they knew her whole story, even if she herself didn't know it.

"Well? Do we? I haven't all day you know!" she snapped. Her patience was running thin, she might kick herself for it later but Chell grasped her hand and gave it a half-hearted shake.

"Excellent," another long drag on her cigarette, "Well, I must be off, enjoy your stay here." she sneered. She looked at Soldier before muttering something. He gave a salute and an about-face before leaving. Chell closed her door before heading to the mess hall. Scout was cooking today, this should be interesting.

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Scout, surprisingly, could cook well. He made perfect bacon, not to crispy and not to floppy. His eggs were a little runny, but they had various fixings in it, green onions, cheese and thinly sliced ham.

"Just how Ma' made it." he explained, obviously taking pride in her surprised face. Chell gave him an approving smile and was happy to leave it at that, until he sidled up next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She shot him a dirty look but did nothing until he tried to reach under her arm and grab her chest, at which she replied by calmly using a napkin on her lips, followed by Snipers coffee splashed in his face.

Scout began to howl in pain. Sniper gave an annoyed grunt but look tickled to death while Demo gave her an approving slap on the back. "'AY, 'atta girl!"

Soldier marched into the room and took nearly all of the bacon onto his plate and a pitcher of orange juice to wash it down. Between bites he yelled various war stories and spat out small bits of bacon.

Chell smirked, between Scout complaining about burns, Spys snide remarks and Heavys Earth-shattering laughter, she was having a nice morning. Not quiet, not by a long shot, but it was fun. She finally decided to let loose a bit and laugh. Everyone looked a bit shocked but laughed with her.

"Battle commences is 2 minutes."

Ugh, she wasn't stupid, today battle wasn't going to go over as easy, she knew RED would be expecting her now, the element of surprise was long gone. She couldn't just work freelance like she did yesterday either, she had learned enough about the area to find her way, the only problem is surviving. She had managed to survive without dying yesterday but still had little faith in how respawn worked.

Her thoughts were cut short when the gates opened and the battle started. Decidedly, jumping off the roof wasn't a best repeat strategy, being picked off midair wouldn't exactly make her look good. Scout had double-jumped from the roof onto the shield above the bridge and was engaging the RED Scout in a bat fight while Heavy and Medic mowed down a path on the rickety wooden bridge itself. Chell noticed Spy jump into the water and head into a water drainage pipe she hadn't noticed the day before. Standing around would get herself killed so she threw caution into the wind and dived into the water.

The water was surprisingly warm, it tasted and smelled horrible but it was warm. She swam towards the pipe, careful to listen for anybody else approaching her. She felt a sharp pain in her lower back, a housewarming present from the enemy Spy who had jumped in after her, revolver drawn. She held onto her shotgun tighter and swung around, firing 2 quick rounds of buckshot into the mans arm. The Spy hissed at the pain and fired another shot, just barely missing her cheek. She pivoted on the spring of her boots and followed with a quick slash with her trust knife to the mans hand, cutting the leather and making him drop his gun, clattering onto the cement pipe with a splash.

"Bah, who hired dis...woman!" He was burning with rage, his face nearly red from the embarrassment of being bested by her. She smiled and dropped to the floor, doing a sweeping kick before shooting him in the chest. Chell reloaded her shotgun before heading further in, stopping only to pick up a first-aid kit to patch up her various wounds.

She reached the end of the water path and saw more slopes acting as stairs. A large red sign pointed up to the next slope, reading 'Battlements' was all the guidance she needed. She gathered her wits and ran up to the main level, being greeted by the startled RED Pyro. She grasped her knife harder and drove it straight through his (her?) mask.

That didn't stop him from pulling the trigger to the flamethrower.

She felt her flesh burning, every living cell in a state of panic as the damage continued, her heart beating practically out of her chest before...

Everything stopped, no pain, no feeling, just emptiness. She couldn't see, hear, taste, smell or feel anything. She was going mad, the lack of everything made her feel...

Dead? Alive? What was she anymore? She wasn't a human, SHE had made sure of that. What exactly was this?

She became faintly aware of the coldness of the Resupply tiles, of voices of angry BLU mercenaries cursing at their latest deaths. It wasn't important though, Chell had her hands full with the task of trying to stop vomiting immediately after standing up. After coughing up the last bit of her breakfast she stood up once again and ran back to the field, narrowly dodging a sniper rifle bullet.

She decided to avoid the waters for a while, opting to instead repeat her previous technique of charging in head first. The enemy Demo tried to stab her with a broken Scrumpy bottle before it being knocked free by a quick handspring kick. The Demo quickly fumbled to get his grenade launcher out, giving Chell an opportunity to draw her handgun and land a shot to his leg.

"BAH! They took me eye back in Scotlan' already, ain't no little lasseh' goin' take mah leg too!" he screamed. He wouldn't lose a leg, just his life. A shot to his heart would be the last sound he heard... until he respawned that is.

Chell hadn't given it much thought really, sure she felt nauseous and threw up a little, but she was alive wasn't she? Or whatever you call a inhuman... Focus. Fight first, think later.

"Victory."

She hadn't even heard the announcer yell that Scout had taken the intel, but she figured staying in the enemy base wouldn't be on her list of things to do and made a hasty retreat.

Of course, it wasn't that easy.

It never is.

She crossed the bridge and was greeted by the enemy Spy- again, the Scout, the Heavy and the Pyro- although he-she- IT- looked a bit reluctant.

"I think we have some...unfinished business, mon petit BLU." the RED Spy said, smiling sadistically.

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Ok, as usual Criticism and comments are well welcomed, I'd like to hear your thoughts, I honestly don't know if too many people are reading this but well.... Portal gun shenanigans soon, I promise. (SPY Y U NO TALK EASY)

Son of a mother and father i forgot to proofread! -facedesk-

Well, next update for the 1-2 people still reading my mediocre crap. Anyways, enjoy I guess. Ugh, these titles are getting worse with each chapter.

Chapter 6: New Bonds

A chill shivered down her neck, she was outnumbered, her only escape options were to fight, [good luck] or to use respawn to her advantage. Her hand darted for her pistol but the Red Spy was faster and performed a sweeping kick to her legs, knocking her onto her back.

Chell gave a harsh wheeze, the wind knocked out of her. Her heart sank when she saw her pistol had been kicked away by the unimpressed Red Spy. Her shotgun was within reach but it was out of ammo. [The knife! But... no, it'll be a last line of defence if I need to protect myself.] The thought was soon lost as a large pair of arms grabbed her legs while two wiry hands bound her wrists together.

"'Ey babe, I'll let'cha go if ya suck mah dick, deal?" the Red Scout taunted, his mouth caught in a mile wide grin.

She wanted to kick him, shoot him, anything to wipe that smug look off his face. She struggled against her tightly tied cuffs before the Heavy grabbed her arms and held her off the ground.

"Mrhrhrfhr?" the enemy Pyro asked, well, what Chell [assumed] to be a question, the only give away was the neck tilted at an angle.

"Leetle girl is good catch, even teams da?"

"C'mon babe, ya know what I want." Scout leaned in dangerously close to Chells face. [Big mistake.]

CHOMP

"AHH, WHAT DA FUCK, THAT BITCH BIT ME!" Scout wailed, his hand bandages now soaking with blood through his half missing nose.

Chell spat out the bit of flesh and gave him a heart-stopping angry glare. For her troubles she was awarded a pistol-whip to the face from the angry Spy. Blood trickled onto her tongue, both Scouts and hers.

[Damn it, where is everybody?] She wanted to cry out but she couldn't, her own pride and tenacity not allowing her.

A faint glimmer of hope was still there though, even as Heavy threw her over his shoulder and she had her ankles bound as well. She had her knife still.

And she saw a blue dot tracing the ground behind her, even as another quick blow to the head making the world fade into a dark abyss.

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Chells eyes creaked open slowly, the colors were blurry and her joints felt sore, as if she had done 50 tests back to back.

"'Ey Spy, looks like sleepin' beauty is awake. Want me to bonk her again?"

"Non, she must be awake for ze... shall we say... extraction? Hon hon hon."

The gravity of the situation made reality crash down hard on her, she was standing, well, more hanging, from the rope tied around her wrist. Her ankles were still bound and a single light bulb hung overhead, swaying ever so slightly. The room was dark except for the small circle of light she was under. Cold cement lied underneath her longfall boots, which she still had. Her hair tie was pulled out and her bangs had fallen onto her face. Chell gave a brief struggle to check for any other possessions. The knife was still concealed in her right pocket but her shotgun was removed from her person.

"Well, I shall make zis simple, non? Tell us who you are, where both our and your intelligence is and zen we shall see if you are lying or not. Now," He pulled out his knife and flicked it open with a quick spin before pointing it at her stomach, "Who are you?"

Chell almost laughed at his low-balled threats, just a knife? She remained stone faced and just tilted her head slightly. The knife was pressed closer and her repeated the question. Chell whipper her head and slapped him with her loose hair. [Oh look, his face matches his mask!]

The knife began to press harder, now making a shallow cut. Not exactly a ruthless interrogation but this couldn't be even close to the end. She winced but decided to piss him off more by just smiling sweetly and batting her eyelashes.

"You stupid girl! I am NOT one to be toyed with!" He pressed the knife all the way in, past the hilt and twisted it. Chell felt sick as the knife barely missed her stomach.

The Spy was fuming, a direct stab and the girl had still yet to respond, or even talk! His patience normally lasted hours but her lack of even showing a simple sign of fear was infuriating.

Chell smiled as an idea crossed her mind, her feet were bound together but no to the ground. Spy gave her a half curious half enraged look before it hit him.

And it did hit him.

Chell pulled herself up with her arms using all of her strength before kicking out full force against the mans shoulders and collarbone. He went flying back, perfect opportunity now provided. Chell again yanked on her arms to flip upwards, the small knife in her stomach falling out as she did so. She caught the balisong between the two boots and smiled.

Suicide had never been so much fun.

Her legs came flying up and she caught a brief glimpse of a furious Red Spy before the knife punctured her jugular.

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Chell woke up curled into a ball in her Resupply, a blanket modestly covering her up and her weapons leaning on the wall, apparently following her from the double-jointed death. She grabbed the knife and placed it again in her pocket before slinging the shotgun over her shoulder and placing the pistol in her holster.

"'Ay mate! Glad ta see ya got away!" Snipers voice called. He stood in the corner waving her to come through, "We were about ta bloody charge in when Engie heard respawn turn on. Good goin' mate!" He gave her a friendly slap on the back, a little harder than she liked but it was nice to know he kept an eye out for his team even after hours, no matter how creepy it came off.

Chell nodded a polite 'thanks' before rushing to her room.

Chell was rattled, to say the least, she planned to abide the rules and avoid the enemy team after hours altogether, but if they were going to try and make her a prisoner...

She lifted the Cube and sighed in relief, the device was still there as well as the other objects. The familiar weight in her hand, the feel and sounds, it awoke her senses and her primal testing instincts were reborn. The power button was flicked and the Portal Gun was pointed hesitantly against one of the flat white walls in her room. A shaking finger slowly squeezed the first trigger, a drop of sweat slowly falling dripping down her forehead.

FWUP

A deep blue oval was staring at her, the memory of how these portals saved her life many a time were cosmic to her. The portal gun was a blessing, without it she wouldn't be alive anymore.

Her finger slowly grazed over the second trigger, pointing to the left of its quietly humming blue portal.

FWUMP.

The device worked, it worked it worked it worked! Chell stuck her right hand through the orange portal and high-fived it with her left. Her finger grazed a third switch, and paused tentatively. She shrugged and pulled it and the two portals fizzled. Oh, this should be fun.

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Chell ran to the rec room like a child on Christmas morning, the device in hand. She received confused looks from the rooms inhabitants, Heavy and Medic paused from their chess game, Sniper, Demo and Engie looked up from their poker game and Scout stopped mindlessly channel surfing to give his usual idiotic two cents.

"Aw, ya brought me a present, what is i- OOOOF!" Scout reached out with both hand to try and grab the device before Chell slapped him into next Thursday. ( It was Friday today.) After Scout was escorted by Medic to the infirmary Chell plopped a portal behind the trashcan and under a crumpled beer can.

Let it be known that even with all of the crazy things that these four mercenaries have seen that nothing had left them as dumbstruck as the metallic magic Chell now held.

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Misleading Title is somewhat misleading, Critic is welcome, this chapter is the first of most likely a series of chapters that actually have problems besides ( OH LOOK CHELLS A BADASS )
And if they italics fuck up on this I shall bang my head against the wall. I heard on a different story that you use [] to do italics so i may have done it wrong. Anyways, tell me what you think. LET IT BE KNOWN TYPING AFTER FISHING FOR HALF THE DAY WILL LEAVE YOU WITH PAINFUL WRISTS

...the italics fucked up, brb giving myself a concussion.

Yeah I think Chell's a little unrealistically badass, but it's hard to say when you compare it to what she did in Portal. I'm not a good judge of these things. Either way, I did enjoy the chapter. I think the [] work well, it's like what she's thinking.

It was supposed to be her thoughts, but they were supposed to be italics, glad to see i at least have one reader left though.

>>49

Add 6 love we are having a party at my house lol. Well seven if you include me. :D

>>49
I've been reading this intently since chapter 1. I can't wait to see what you have in store!

Thanks for all the support guys, sorry if i get a little weird on how I view this story, (no self esteem) I'll do my best to deliver a good story. Next chapter is going to be fun to write though (PORTAL SHENANIGANS YAY)

I can only complain that Sniper's accent is a little forced.
Otherwise, please continue.

Arg, I'm enthralled by the story due to it being a crossover. What's making me more curious is how she looks in tf2 style, since I've only seen her by official art and the game. Can't wait for more!

Thank you all for the support and critic, now for some mild PORTAL SHENANIGANS! (A.K.A. all of my reasons for wanting a portal gun.)

Chapter 7: New Tactics

Dinner came and went as usual, Pyro had made tacos with various available toppings, the usual cafeteria line decorated with lettuce, onions, cheese and tomatoes. Chell herself had made a grand total of 10 tacos, 7 beef, 2 chicken and 1 with the mystery meat that, when asked what it was, Pyro simply gave a thumbs up and waved them down the line.

For all of the meal Chell made a point to keep the device in her lap with her left hand grasped tightly over its dented and burnt casing. After her dishes were placed in the sink she portaled her way back to the rec room, standing near the dark blue leathered couch.

She decided to entertain herself, she placed her orange portal directly above her and the blue beneath her feet. Her grip tightened on the device as she began to fall, her speed rapidly increasing.

"Whot is tha lassy doin'?" Demo muttered to Soldier.

"...uh," was all that Soldier could muster up.

Chell pulled the third trigger and landed on the carpet with a disapproving THUNK from her boots. The days events had worn her out and, as much fun infinite falls were, she needed desperately to shower. She looked back as she exited to see everybody grouped together at the entrance except Pyro, mouths agape.

She walked briskly to the showers, the device slung lazily over her shoulder as she did so. She opened the heavy metal door to a shock, Pyro was peeling off her mask but paused when she saw Chell burst in.

"Oh, hey, while your there put the chair under the door would'ja?"

Chell complied, half unwilling. The light blue chair was settled under the latch before turning back to the now mask-less Pyro. Her face was pale, but otherwise flawlessly beautiful. Her gloved hands were now ruffling her short, red hair as she sighed in relief. Her black eyes eventually made their way back to Chell, trying to find her reaction.

Chell turned away and began to undress herself, the device set near the showers on a bench before her hairband was removed. She unzipped the front of her blue jumpsuit before releasing her boots, which she let lean against the shower wall. Her (now bloodstained from hitting Scout) blue tanktop was stripped along with the legs of her jumpsuit. She sighed in relief as her filthy undershirt was tossed aside, along with her underwear shorts.

She grasped a fresh towel from the white bin and placed it under the device before stepping into the showers. Pyro had already got in and was scrubbing herself under the warm water. She had the body of a model, her muscles were finely toned from combat and her other 'parts' were matching perfectly in comparison.

Chell turned on the hot water and grasped the shampoo, pouring a light puddle into her hand before running it through her greasy hair, enjoying the water trickling down the back of her neck. To keep a body like that under the baggy suit was a crime, any woman should and would be jealous of Pyro.

A voice broke her thoughts, "So uh, girl to girl? Can you uh...talk?" Pyro slurred out nervously. Chell gave her a brief nod before grabbing the soap and scrubbing the dirt off her face. Of course the team wanted to know, if she never talked they would just get more curious. They deserved to know at least a LITTLE bit about her, if she COULD still talk that is. Its been so long, did she even have a voice anymore, or did SHE strip it from her along with her family and friends and-

Her head was spinning, she hadn't even noticed but tears were streaming down her face. She wiped her eyes and looked to Pyro, she hadn't noticed. The water was swiftly shut off and she grasped her towel, wiping away both tears and shower water from her, now red, face. She threw her clothes down the dull silver laundry shoot before turning to her new blue locker the company provided, a fresh outfit hanging within. This suit was blue cloth rather than rubber like Pyro wore, and had her BLU team symbol stitched onto the left leg.

Chell quickly dressed, pausing only when she began to zip up. Her freedom was real now, not just to put on a fassad to HER. The zipper was pulled down and the arms tied around her waist for good measure. The whole ensemble resembled her orange aperture test subject outfit, only instead of Aperture Science, it said Blu Co.

Pyro was now fully dressed, save the mask which was resting on her head, and gave Chell a signature thumbs up before pulling the mask down and exiting. She smiled in return before putting her hair up and taking the device back to the battlements, revenge for her previous humiliation on mind.

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Her boot crunched on the hard packed dirt as she walked out, scanning the terrain for any signs of life. A cloud of smoke was visible off to the distance, the enemy Spy, Heavy and Scout were talking, Scout almost audible even from the distance. Chell clutched the device even harder and aimed a portal on the second story. She placed the second portal on a wall next to her and stepped through.

She fizzled the orange humming behind her and looked down, they hadn't noticed her yet. She could mostly hear them talking. Spy didn't sound happy.

"Bah! How could such a... such a..." He groaned in frustration, taking a long drag on his cigarette to steady himself. "It was bad enough she had killed me before, but to escape me.. Ugh, mon dieu..." He clasped a hand to his forehead and inhaled another chunk of his rapidly burning cigarette.

"Leetle girl is.. how you say... resilient, da? She strong, like Valkyrie, or Sascha." Heavy offered. Spy only gave him a disregarding wave before lighting another cigarette to replace the crushed one underneath his foot.

"'Ey, If ya had just let me 'take care' of her," at take care he placed his hands behind his head and thrusted his hips forward a few times, "She woulda been beggin' for more info ta tell us!" That damn smirk, the gleam of undeserved pride in his eyes, it lighted a fire of hate in her stomach. At least with the BLU Scout he was a teammate, and he would have her back on battle (though he wanted to have her back off the field) so she had some respect for him though.

"Ve shall have to capture her again, after ze bell rings I shall cloak and drug her, and ve shall interrogate with more... shall we say, forceful methods, non?" he nodded at Scout after finishing, bringing a wide grin to his face yet again.

Chell was barely containing her anger, she placed the portal under her and fizzled it before anybody could see. She rushed back into the base, more specifically into Engineers workshop.

She beat on the door relentlessly, he was almost always in his workshop, please be in there now! The gate creaked up, revealing Engie.

"Oh Chell, what can ah do ya for?" She fished out a piece of paper from her pocket along with a pen and scribbled out a frantic message.

"How do weapons go through respawn? Well uh.. Ya see each weapon has a chip in it that goes with the wielders respawn template, so when respawn grabs ya it grabs the weapons, got it?"

Chell grabbed the paper out of his hands again and scribbled another message before nearly shoving it back into Engies hands. "Well uh sure, ah can put one in your... 'Portal Gun',"

Chell nodded a polite thank you and walked into his workshop. It looked like one of the old test chambers she went through, the walls were a dirty gray to match the floor and it was light by flickering fluorescent lights. Taped to the walls were an ample amount of blue sheets of graph paper decorated with designs for new devices written in white ink.

Engineer sat down on a blue stool by a metal desk, taking a small chip and screwing it onto the device. When the final screw was placed he pressed a button on the chip before handing it back.

"Alright its good to go, I'll see ya tomorrow, g'night." Chell waved a polite goodbye before retiring to her room, the device tucked under her arm as she curled up in her bed. Monday will be interesting.

'fassad'-- I think you meant 'facade'
Arrgh sorry, sorry. But this one was glaring at me the whole time I was scrolling down the page.

Otherwise, the interactions are pretty interesting-- especially with Red and its triple entente. Spy sounds a little cheesy, like he's about to throw a tantrum, but it kind of adds a 'sleazy mafia hitman' feel (or whatever criminal syndicates that're based in France). Keep going!

I meant fassad but maybe i spelt it wrong? Not sure but I've heard the word somewhere and it means something along the lines of facade. I apologize for Spys speech patterns, I haven't nailed down his lingo quite yet, same with Sniper, but I tried to portray Spy in that matter because with Chell thwarting his attempts on her life he feels rather insulted, think of it as you've done something for your whole life and somebody just shoots you down. Glad to see you like it though and I intend to continue, but update is on delay for a bit, I have a few vacations coming up soon so I'll try and update in between.

Alright so since I'm apparently NOT going to Vegas and that was the last trip I had planned... Anyways I have nothing going on for a while so... BAD MOOD UPDATE WITH LIGHT-HEARTED CRAP!

Chapter 8:

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"Will this hurt Daddy?" an adolescent Chell inquired, her hands and feet bound by leather straps on the cold steel operating table.

A warm smile masked by a brown goatee reassured her. Looming above her, her father practically radiated with pride.

"Not a bit sweetheart, you know mommy and daddy love you and are proud of you right? You've always been so brave and adventurous. You'd make any parents heart swell with adoration." Her father cooed. In truth, he was nervous too. The knee replacements weren't tested yet, he hoped, no, prayed that things went right.

A scientist behind him snapped his latex gloves on, signaling his time was up. Chells Dad sighed and ran a hand over her head slowly. "I love you."

"Love you too.."

The last thing she saw was a mask being pulled slowly over her mouth as she watched her father leaving, head held low in uncertainty.

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Chell groaned and peeled the thin blue sheet off of her, the night was incredibly warm and she had slept in her undergarments. The device was still laying idly under her arm as she began to get up, careful to not drop it as her jumpsuit was pulled back on. It was Saturday... no battles or missions on the weekend...

Her train of thought was interrupted as her stomach growled accusingly at her, demanding attention. Her vacant hand clutched her stomach while she searched for the clock which was missing off of her nightstand. It was lying on the floor, she had knocked it off mid dream, and placed it on her companion cube. 10:30.

By now breakfast was long since devoured by the team and lunch wasn't until at least 1:00. Chell finished dressing, leaving her hair down before heading to the kitchen.

She opened the fridge and yes, as expected, it was scarce of any traces of breakfast. She groaned in annoyance and began to search the drawers for anything helpful or food-related. Pots and pans... spices and fixings... a cookbook. A plan was falling into place and it awoke memories of her 16th birthday. They had a party at the office and almost every scientist came, she was well liked as she was always there, and everything was going great until an announcement was made.

Then... SHE awoke and... she hadn't even gotten a chance to blow out the candle...

Chell wiped away her tears and flipped through the cookbook. The picture of the treat she had been denied appeared towards the end of the book. She made a checklist of the ingredients she needed. The oven was set to preheat just before Pyro walked in.

The mask was lifted to just below her nose as she began to speak. "Hey Chell! What'cha doin' in here? Usually I cook." A freshly washed finger sent Pyros attention to the cookbook. The shock was noticeable, even with the mask still half on.

"You... you know how to bake a cake?!"

The smile on her face was approval enough as she returned to placing the ingredients into a light blue pan. Her hands dove into a nearby drawer, grabbing around until she found a wooden spoon as Scout walked in.

'Ey mumbles! Well hey there babe, are ya makin' me dessert? OOH! I GET TO LICK THE WHIS- OUCH!" He quickly tried to grab the set aside whisk before the wooden spoon slammed into his knuckles. She grabbed a (blue, always blue) oven mitt and placed the tin into the oven, setting a timer before having to slap Scout hand away again with another forceful thwack.

Chell grabbed the whisk and licked the chocolate mix off of it, pausing to slowly lick it only inches from Scouts face, before running some hot water over it.

A thought popped into her head as she handed the wooden spoon to Pyro, pointing at the pouting Scout before slapping her own hand and running out. She ran back to her room and opened the cube once more, digging in until she found the slightly burnt candle and returning to the blue kitchen. A few minutes were left on the timer, that was good. The device was left on the counter and it, along with Scout, was now gone? Bad.

Pyro was busy cleaning the dishes and hadn't noticed as Scout had slipped off, it wasn't her fault, she HAD left it unattended. Chell held the candle tightly in hand, almost snapping it in half before leaving the room in a full sprint.

Scout was going to pay.

She ran with all her might out of respawn, dust clouds providing the only evidence of her presence. She saw Scout fiddling with it in the corner, he kept placing the blue portal before fizzling it on accident. Her booted foot shot high and kicked hooked around his neck and slamming him into the hard packed dirt. The device was quickly ripped from his hands as she stomped away furiously. The nerve of some little idiots.

She walked back into the kitchen, hearing a convenient DING as the oven finished baking her cake. The mitten was once again donned as she propped open the oven to see the results. A smile grew wide on her face as she pulled out her cake and placed it on a trivet. Six small red cherries were pulled out of a jar along with a can of whipped cream. The six cherries were placed over a small dollop of whip cream on the circular edge of the 'Black Forest Cake,' as the recipe called it.

The final touch was the slightly used candle, placed in the center. She searched the drawers again to find a match or lighter, only to be saved by Pyro who seemed to carry infinite amounts of fire related objects on her person. The candle was carefully lit as the small wick began to glow faintly.

Chell turned to Pyro, tears streaming her face. Not sad tears, but joyful tears. Pyro gave her a tentative hug, lightly patting her back as Chell began to lightly sob, still smiling.

After the hug broke Chell grasped a knife, gently cutting two slices, and placing them on paper plates as Pyro got two glasses of milk. They clinked glasses before digging into the cake.

"Mrhmpf... It's so good, thank you Chell." Pyro managed between bites. Chell had to agree, it could've been centuries since she last baked but it was a hobby between her studies and tests, until she was older at least.

The candle was blown out as before the cake was placed in the refrigerator, a note propped next to it.

'If you touch it you will be burnt alive.' -With Love, Pyro.

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This Chapter was unusually painful to write, probably since my day has been getting worse as I continued to write it, anyways personal drama aside, I hope you guys like it. Still not sure when the porn is gonna kick in, still gonna be a bit later anyways.

Awww poor Chell. And of course dipshit Scout never learns!

Bump.

I'm sorry, I didn't want this thread to die.

So, I didn't read this at first because I hadn't played portal 2 yet, and didn't want any spoilers. Then i forgot about it until this bump.

All I have to say is wow. Holy crap. Sure, you get a tiny grammar mistake here and there, but you improved a lot, and you did it really fast. I want to know what happens next! GREAT WORK!

So, aside from a few grammar mistakes and all that, I actually quite like this. One thing that's bothering me though:

The portal gun can only make portals on objects made out of/covered in ground-up moon rocks. It's actually a plot point of Portal 2. So why can Chell make portals on whatever she wants? I know it's a bit of a knit-pick on my part, but it's a large enough plot hole to bug the crap out of me.

Other than that, good job. You've improved a lot since you started this, and it shows.

>>62
I don't believe that's true. The "WHITE GEL" is made up of ground up moon rocks. It doesn't specify that all of the walls in aperture are made up of the stuff. also, you can put portals on cement walls. I believe its any flat surface large enough to accommodate the portals' event horizon.

>>63
It's in one of Cave Johnson's voice clips that he mentions that they used the ground up moon rocks to paint every surface in the facility, hence it's not that the black tiles reflect portals, but that everything else 'absorbs' them, for a lack of a better word, due to being painted.

>>63

It actually does say that, as the Anon above me stated. In-game, you can't place portals on anything that's not covered in white gel (metal/cement/etc), hence the entire level(s) dedicated to proving that fact.

However, it's a silly argument all together; it was just a small thing that bothered me in this otherwise pretty good fic.

Thanks for all the support guys, i dont plan on giving up on this but im most likely going to rewrite it from scratch. One thing though, the portal gun was invented before Cave made the white gel, so (to me at least) it seems more like the white gel was just a new method for experiments. Thanks guys! Sorry about the lack of grammar and punctuation, i generally write these at nights.