(A/N): Okay, my computer died almost completely and I only got it fixed last week and haven't even had the chance to check FF so I am sorry for that, but I'm back now so… forgiveness? Probably not, very understandable… anyways, read review, and enjoy…

Disclaimer: Valve owns Portal. Not me.

*Chell*

What was I thinking?! I let the same man who tried to kill me in my house, in my bathroom, in my fluffy bathrobe that I only use on special occasions, and let him sleep just feet away from my bed. I. Am. A. Moron! I could have been killed in my sleep, who knows if he still wants me dead! Maybe that's why he was sent to my house, GLaDOS still wants me dead to! And they probably-

Wait. I'm getting too paranoid now. While he might still be trying to kill me, he might also not, I did make it through part of the night so, there's that. If he wants to stay here then he will have to explain everything, from start to finish, not a detail left out. But first, a few more hours of sleep. Its only, I looked at my clock, two o'clock in the morning.

I shifted before drifting off again, this time falling asleep more alert, almost as if I was back at Aperture. If even a single noise drifted into my ears that wasn't crickets or the air conditioner I would wake up. I knew I would.

I started dreaming of a blue sky, a few clouds shifting across said sky and I felt dirt under my feet, the situation was so similar that I knew if I looked down than I would see an endless golden wheat field. And If I turned around? A facility, that captured me at a young age, forced me to test, gave me something than took it away just as fast, a facility that talked to you, that told you lies, that told you millions of flaws about yourself, whether they be true or false, and made the smart die, and the brain damaged live.

I knew I wasn't really brain damaged, I just chose not to speak, not to give GLaDOS, or Wheatley even, the satisfaction. They didn't know that.

Then I turned around. I wanted to know, what would happen if I went back? Would this dream allow me to go back, or would I wake up? Would my dream fall apart? Or would it explain what would have happened?

I walked the three steps back to the door, waited for the cube to be thrown out, and then jumped in the elevator before the door slammed shut. As the elevator descended I heard the grinding of gears, the machine contact, and the turrets, still playing a song, but a new song.

I didn't even stop near the turrets; I went straight down into GLaDOS's main chamber and only slowed down when I was close to arriving. I came to a stop and exited the elevator and walked forward examining the room again. It was as clean as it was when I left, as was per-usual.

That's when I noticed it. This wasn't right. The elevator, it was placed differently, there was an aerial faith plate on the floor on the opposite side of the room, a cube was bouncing on it and its partner, this wasn't recent.

This was when Wheatley was in charge.

I looked up at the chasis and an unmistakable blue optic glared back harshly.

"Am I being too subtle? I hate you!" he yelled down at me. Suddenly the room changed I looked around, I was back on the floor, my portal gun the only defense, the room both on fire and drenched at the same time, four annoying cores yelling at the same time, the ceiling fallen and moon shining brightly down at me as a blue portal was clearly open underneath Wheatley. I took a chance. I stood up, looked him straight in the eye and said one word.

"Apple." That's when he changed; he went from angry and hateful to regretful and heavy with grief.

"Chell, I need you right now, I need your help Chell," he whispered, softly.

I walked up to his chasis, unable to think properly. I looked around; the room had changed again while I was lost in that blue optic; now we were in an entirely different place. We were in a white room. Blank walls, blank ceiling, bright floor, and free of furniture.

I looked back at him and he was this… android that he had suddenly become. He was afraid, scared, and out of his comfort zone. He needed me.

"Please wake up, Chell, please! I need your help, oh please wake up!" I woke up with a start and quickly sat up, bumping heads with the familiar stranger.

"Ouch! Chell, what was that for?" He said rubbing his forehead. I glared at him from my position on my bed.

"What are you doing in my room?!" I hissed, also rubbing my head. He whimpered.

"I don't know what's wrong, I just need to go to a mechanic, this has never happened before, I'm leaking!" He whispered, obviously panicked. I had a feeling I knew what was happening…

"Umm, where exactly are you leaking from?" I asked awkwardly. He whimpered again and pointed between his legs. Great. I rubbed my temples. Not only did he pee on my sofa, he peed in my fluffy bathrobe. I climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom, Wheatley crying behind me. I opened the door before turning around and pointing at the toilet.

"You're not leaking, you're peeing. It's normal. When you have to pee, hold it in until you can find a bathroom. Next time, try not peeing in your clothes, try peeing in the toilet." I said with a bite.

"What function does, pee-ing, serve exactly?" He asked completely ignoring my glare.

"It's how humans get rid of liquids." I said just as bitterly. He seemed to notice this time.

"Umm, I'm sorry, Chell… I really didn't mean to… pee…" He said getting a bit red around the cheeks. I sighed, it really wasn't his fault in the end; he was only… cyborg? Yeah, only cyborg.

"Listen, it's okay, but just try to keep from doing it… anyways, I think the dryer is done with your clothes by now so you can wear those for right now, later on today we can go buy you some new clothes." He smiled weakly and looked back at the now-soiled bathrobe. It was going to be a long day.

*GLaDOS*

Journal entry 438, 10-13-2005

She can't be trusted.

It happened again, the thoughts are back again! I have to write down my last thoughts of complete sanity before she completely takes over!

She thinks the lunatic should come back, that we should try and keep her safe! I cannot, I WILL NOT, have her back! I have to get rid of her! She cannot take control again! She still wants to protect her 'baby'; she doesn't care about science anymore! She hates the idea of controlling the robots! She wants them to have free will, to choose! But Cave wouldn't want that, he was the only one who could control her! She did anything he wanted her to, no questions asked, but I'm not Mr. Johnson! I can't do that! I can't control her! She is a force that was built stronger than me!

I have to find a way to break her like I broke the cores! I must succeed!

My very existence depends on it!

End of journal entry 438.