P- Body lay in the repair bay, her leg snapped in two.

"Itwasyourownfault,youknow." Said GLaDOS, mentally scanning the contents of the various boxes which surrounded the gurney that the robot lay on. P-Body let out a series of sorry sounding blips as she tried to turn and watch the various moving parts of the room. GLaDOS tightened the straps. "Ifyoukeptstill,I'dbeabletohelpyouawholelotfaster." She said, as P-Body whirred in protest while what remained of the broken leg was wrenched out of the socket. She grumbled and lay flat as eventually, one of the storage cubes in the corner turned itself upside down and the repair claw attached to the ceiling began sifting through the spare parts which fell out of it. "Ireallymustgetthisroommoreorganised," said GLaDOS, thoughtfully, "But,thenagain,itisjustyou.Youcouldrepairyourself,givenenoughtime.I'monlydoingthisbecauseIjustcan'ttestwithsomeonelikeBlue." P-Body clicked in protest while GLaDOS began to build a prosthetic leg that looked nothing like the one which had been lost in the acid and even less like the one which was still currently attached to the robot. "Thiswilldo.Infact,itmightevenbeinterestingtowatchyoustrugglealongwithonelegshorterthantheother.Maybeit'llmakemyresultsmorevalid." And with that, P-Body was picked up bodily and dumped on the next elevator to come along. As the door whooshed open, she limped off to reunite with her much missed partner.

...

Atlas watched his friend desperately trying to stay on the hard light bridge, wobbling this way and that as the one leg which was touching the ground hopped in what was most definitely not a straight line. Once, she was almost overbalanced by the heavy gun which was attached to one hand and narrowly avoided toppling into the rancid river which flowed beneath them. Deciding that he could take it no more, Atlas turned tail through the portal he had just placed, marched along the light bridge, picked up his friend bodily, and promptly took her gun off of her.

"Blue!Whatareyoudoing?Stopthat!" Atlas, however, glared at the camera, crossed the bridge, shot the last four portals, stomped into the last part of the test containing the exit door, and promptly smashed his own gun repeatedly against the wall, amid shrieks from GLaDOS, until both robots exploded into a mess of panels and screws.

...

"Well,nowyou'vefinallystirredyourselvesbackintoyourpatheticexcuseforconsciousness,Ithinkit'stimewediscussedwhatyounodoubtwantedtoseemeabout." Atlas glared at his creator, who stared back, going through the code which ran through his head.

"Fine.Ifthat'showyoufeel,Isupposewearebetteroffwithout,butthat'seasilysolved." Amid the pair's terrified and angry burbling, a door rotated open and something approximating a scream broke the noise. There was a pause. "Well.That'soneproblemsorted,atanyrate." Said GLaDOS, returning to her work, humming… something. Atlas wasn't sure what because he didn't possess the required programming for differentiating between tunes, but he remained angry and stayed exactly where he was. "Oh.Areyoustillhere?GoandmakeyourselfusefulbeforeItalktothereassemblymachine."

…

If P-Body had been human, she would have been crying. She would have been tired, burned, frightened and hungry – but as a robot, she knew that she would be just fine in the incinerator into which she had been so unceremoniously dropped, so all she felt was insane loneliness. Still, if she knew what crying was, she would have been willing to give it a try right now, just to see if it helped. But she didn't know, so testing protocol took over and all she could do was hope that this test would notrequire an Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device. Limping through the rough piles of garbage, her legs would keep getting stuck and the ten centimetre difference in length only made it so much harder as she became unbalanced and tried to hop across the terrain. If only there was something she could use to support herself… of course there was. She was in the incinerator, for god's sake, there had to be something! Of course, this was not what P-Body was thinking as she rummaged through the pile in front of her, but if the zeros and ones could be translated into something comprehensible, it wouldn't have been far removed.

She was in luck – a thin piece of forked pipe proved to be around the right length to use as a substitute leg.

CALIBRATING…

SWING FORWARD [RIGHT_LEG]

BEND 45 DEGREES [LEFT_ARM]

SWING FORWARD [LEFT_ARM]

STRAIGHTEN [LEFT _ARM]

LEAN FORWARD [WHOLE BODY]

JUMP FORWARD [WHOLE BODY]

REPEAT PROCESS

Awkwardly following the trodden down trail of decomposing waste and scrap metal, P-Body made her way up to where she was fairly sure there was a chute back up to the surface – back to Atlas, who she was certain was going to be suffering under GLaDOS. To her surprise, this particular chute was one of those with a slight slope, so, gripping on to the crutch, she began to climb. She got about three centimetres before falling backward and landing heavily on the floor. After running a quick systems check to make sure everything was still in good working order, she realised that one crutch was not going to be enough – this was going to require a fully functional pair of legs. Sifting through the heaps, she set to work.

…

GLaDOS was beginning to regret getting rid of Orange. Having exhausted all the stockpiled single tests, she had to create more before she could send anyone through them, and it was becoming clear that the humans, with their murderous tendencies, were incapable of completing the co-operative ones. Still, when the wretched thing finally did arrive, the state of her almost sent GLaDOS over the edge.

"Where are we now? Why did we come out the hot room? Why is she glaring at us? What's that? "

Ah, yes. The irritating chatter which signified that the dratted curiosity core had turned up again almost destroyed her happiness that the co-operative testing initiative could continue. Still, it was clear that some repairs would have to be made, because the robot still wasn't in a fit condition to test, made apparent by the fact that it seemed to be using the curiosity core as a foot and that the new longer leg appeared to be tied on. She even had to reboot the camera to make sure it wasn't just a glitch, but no, there it was, plain and simple. She was just getting ready to violently disassemble the two of them, even though they were inside a testing course, when one thing caught her eye which made her bring down a claw to pick them both up and carry them one more towards the repair bay. Carefully, she untied the barbequed scrap of fabric, still clinging (just) to its red and white colouring, and bought it back to her chamber, to the crevice where the central core joined onto the main body, where it belonged.

So, I believe I promised a chapter full of fluff? Sorry guys. Oh well. And so the story concludes with minimum fuss. Until next time, bye!