Please tell me I'm not the only one on the Chell/Gordon bandwagon?
Anywho, i wrote this before I'd even started Portal 2, so i created this under the assumption that Chell somehow got her ass out of Aperture at the end of the first game.
It's short, a little silly and well...yeah.

Anyway, enjoy!


Orange.

Orange is a colour that Chell identifies with; to her it represents curiosity, curiosity and imprisonment, the bright orange eye of the curiosity orb and the orange of her jumpsuit. It was a colour she had grown accustomed to, a colour she trusted. Unlike red, it was so closely related to orange that it should almost be criminal. Red was blood, red was lasers and evil, so was yellow, Chell would never forget that singular yellow eye, boring into her very soul.
Orange would forever be her favourite colour, it made her feel safe. So when she saw someone else, someone else wearing the same colour as her, all she could think was that this person must have been through the same struggles as her, they were someone she could trust.
Her ears barely registered the sound of her portal gun falling to the ground as she ran towards the beacon of hope, her leg braces not designed for the rough terrain outside of the enrichment centre caused her to stumble, she didn't mind. Her bare feet were being scraped up by the merciless asphalt beneath her, but that didn't matter either. Eventually one of her braces snagged on a rock and Chell could feel herself being thrown towards the ground her eyes snapped shut and she could hear nothing but her voice

Any contact with the chamber floor will result in an 'unsatisfactory' mark on your official testing record followed by death.

But she didn't die, she wasn't even hurt, she found herself lying atop a floating mattress, surrounded by a friendly orange glow. She carefully looked up, half expecting to see her there.

We are pleased that you made it through the final challenge where we pretended we were going to murder you.

It wasn't her, it was the man. The man in orange. In his hands was a large orange gun, Chell could hear it buzzing from her spot on the mattress and watched as the man slowly lowered her to the ground, he held a hand out for her and helped her to her feet.
She cocked her head to the side and drank in his appearance, he wasn't smiling, but Chell felt safe with him. The man pushed his glasses up his nose and held out his hand for Chell to shake, she did.
He gave a nod.
She smiled.