A/N: Inspired by some lovely people at a certain Portal community, here is the Chell/Wheatley story I never thought I'd write! Rated M for explicit content in later chapters. Also, this is full of spoilers for the ending of Portal 2, so don't read past this if you don't want the ending spoiled for you.

One and...

Time passes and still his voice buzzes constantly in the back of her processors. She tunes it out at first, metaphorically swats it away with testing, like a hand brushing away a mosquito. But it's still there, faint and staticky with distance, reminding her more and more of how much she hates him.

He says he's sorry over and over but the apology isn't for her (not that she wants it even if it was), which only serves to remind her of what transpired. It's like her little black box but so much worse. His little eye observed and recorded so many things she never knew, didn't want to know. When he's done recounting in detail one incident, he begins another. On and on, ceaselessly, his words fall into space and she can't stand it any longer.

He wants to make a penance? Then so be it.

A quick set of calculations, two portals and a blast of cold so intense it leaves icicles in its wake to drip on her perfect panels. He sits before her, screaming and shaking and lost.