The Same Compartment - orig. by magicwingsforeverThe Same Compartment
Originally written by magicwingsforever
Edited by Indiana
When they first met, James Potter and Sirius Black didn't expect to be lifelong friends. They were just two boys sitting on the Hogwarts Express, shoved into the same compartment by some rowdy fifth years. Each of them kept to himself, and it wasn’t until James spotted Sirius’s broomstick advertisement booklet, tossed carelessly onto the seat, that the two of them began talking.
"What team?" James asked enthusiastically, pointing at the Quidditch players clutching world-class brooms on the cover.
Sirius snorted, glancing at the booklet and then to James. "Chudley Cannons, of course. I just went to see them, they were bloody amazing! You?"
James stared at Sirius, his eyes wide in amazement. "Same, my dad loves to take me to their matches! Gonna try out for the house team?"
Just like that, the two were friends.
When James joined Sirius at the Gryffindor table, they grinned
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When Wheatley finally screwed up the courage to return to GLaDOS’s chamber a few hours later, GLaDOS glanced at him and said nothing. Well. That didn’t mean she was upset, not really. She often did that. Although she’d been doing it less often as of late. Hm. Maybe she was upset. He hoped not. She was hard to deal with when she was upset. Harder to deal with than usual, anyway.
“’allo,” he said nervously. “How’ve you been getting on?”
“Fine,” she said, and her voice was decidedly less friendly than usual. She was definitely mad at him for something, but for what, he didn’t know. “What do you want?”
“Well uh… I was tired of… of being by, by myself,” he mumbled. Out of the corner of his optic he thou
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The next morning, though, he had thought of something he needed to
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I detest this woman.
Wheatley, as usual, tried his best to look at what Gladys was referring to but, also as usual, he couldn't see. D'you think you could turn 'round a bit, um, so I can see what you're talking about?
Gladys obliged, moving her chassis just enough so that Wheatley could see the woman in question. She was tall, with squinty little eyes and her hair all piled on top of her head. She was wearing a ladies suit and high heels, and had little dabs of colour all over her face. Why do you, uh, why do you "detest" her?
She makes me look bad on purpose. Gladys moved her chassis again so that he was back facing the other way. She comes here with her face arranged in a different way every time and then expects me to recognise her. When I don't, she accuses me of being stupid.
She can rearrange her face?
She puts different face paint on, different glasses, and changes her hair.
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“Hey,” Wheatley said quietly, half hoping she wouldn’t hear him. She most likely did, of course, but she didn’t turn around to face him. She was making blueprints, as far as he could tell. She seemed to prefer to do them by hand.
“You found it, then.”
“Congratulations. You succeeded at something.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked in a hushed voice, not knowing how hard he was to hear but not wanting to leave the safety of the doorway. She made one of her annoyed electronic noises.
“Why should I have to? You’re never here. It should’ve been obvious, even to you. I could have just left you in space, you know. I don’t do things without a reason.”
“I’m here –“ he started to protest, but she swung around to meet his optic, shaking her head.
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The next morning he woke before she did, because he had carefully set his timer to have that happen, and he watched her. He felt terribly like he needed to protect her, somehow, but she was so big, and he was so small. Not just in size, either. Whatever attributes he had, she had them times ten. Or twenty. Yes, probably twenty. How did you protect someone who was so much bigger than you? He knew that Rick was identical in size to Wheatley himself, but Wheatley also knew firsthand just how much of an effect a tiny little core could have on one’s mind. Rick would slither his way into her brain, corrupt her, make her want to be Rick’s friend instead of Wheatley’s… poor GLaDOS. Poor, poor GLaDOS. She was so innocent and unsuspecting, hanging there like that. Vulnerable. Like a butterfly inside a cocoon. Ripe and ready
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Wheatley paced back and forth in front of Henry’s office, gnawing on his right thumbnail. Of all the days for Henry to take his time…
When he’d arrived home, Wheatley had tossed and turned for hours before rolling out of bed – literally, he’d rolled right onto the floor and smacked his head on the nighttable – and dug around in his work bag, his jacket pocket, and yesterday’s jeans for his cell phone. He’d finally found it on the floor, but after confusedly stabbing at the keyboard for a few minutes, he discovered the battery was dead. As usual. He’d hurriedly plugged it into the charger and tripped down the stairs, heading for the kitchen. Two pieces of burnt toast and a bowl of soggy oatmeal later, he’d gone back upstairs to discover that the battery was still dead. Puzzled, he’d picked the charger up and inspected it, since it’d seemed pretty much working the la
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Wheatley bounded into her chamber a bit early the next morning, having thought of something new he could have her do with her maintenance arms, but to his surprise she was still in the default position, though as he got closer he could see that her optic was on. What was she doing? “GLaDOS?” he called out softly. “What is it?”
She lifted her core just enough to look at him, then looked back down. He frowned and nearly ran up to her, putting his box down and then lying down, scrambling beneath her. “What’s wrong?”
She looked down at him for a long, long moment, then hitched herself upward and brought a maintenance arm out of the ceiling. She tapped it on the lid of the box and he sat up, unlatching it quickly and flipping open the lid, and she took the truck out again and tapped at it. He was well and thoroughly confused now, but he opened it and spilled the cars o
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I hate Wheatley.
I hate him. I wish I'd left him in space where he belongs, that I'd done the job right when I destroyed his chassis, that I had corrupted him like I did the rest of those useless cores. That I'd thrown him out of my facility when I rid myself of the test subject and her Weighted Companion Cube. That I had never, ever opened that archive, and instead deleted it unseen, because I hate him, more than I have ever hated anything in my life, even more than those damnable, self righteous scientists...
I only wish I did.
It’s so much easier to hate someone than it is to like them.
I brought the little idiot out of space because, unlikely as it sounds, I missed him. Once I remembered who he was and what we’d been, I had an uncharacteristic sense of nostalgia come over me. One that I’m bitterly regretting entertaining. I should have known it was too good to be true.
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He will be back soon.
Well, not really soon, I amend, letting Orange and Blue know they’re done for the day. They’re a bit surprised when I don’t explode them, and even more surprised when I say that they’re free to do what they like with the remainder of the afternoon, upon which time I will be exploding them so that I can put them away for the night. Their confusion is quite amusing, Blue actually requesting that I explode them, but I chastise him for being silly, remind him of my benevolence, and cease communication. I have work to do and I don’t want to argue with them all afternoon about whether I’m going to blow them up or not. Which I am not. For another three hours, twenty-two minutes, anyway.
I affect repairs on one of my nanobots, which I never put in the reassembler because they always get lost. I
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After Wheatley had finished, because that was a marathon of talking, even for him, he stayed silent. GLaDOS finally looked up at him.
“You… you heard all of that, did you.”
He frowned. “Yeah. I heard it. Why?”
She shrugged a little, shaking her head. “If I’d known, I…”
“You’d’ve kept it to yourself?” Now it was his turn to shake his chassis. “They deserved to know.”
She was looking away from him again. “I suppose. Most of them are still pretty annoyed with you, you know. The mainframe in particular.”
“The mainframe didn’t, didn’t seem to, to like me very much. Kept telling me about how great you were and all that. Like I didn’t already know that.”
Her faceplate snapped up. “What?”
“Y’know, how you’re better at d
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GLaDOS, what’s gotten into you?
Hm? I honestly don’t know what she’s talking about this time.
You’re singing again. And you haven’t insulted me in days.
Oh, you’ve missed that, have you? Although I have to say I didn’t realise it was so out of character for me not to insult her. It merely hasn’t been occurring to me to do so.
What are you doing that’s got you so preoccupied? she presses. Don’t leave me in the dark here.
You have no sensory receptors. You’re not in the dark.
Fine. Don’t… not tell me.
If you must know, I’ve been writing a program.
It must be a damn good
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Wheatley hummed to himself as he went along on his management rail. Now things were more or less back to normal, he found himself in much higher spirits than he could remember having been in recently. It seemed his secret had been weighing on him more than he had thought, and he was certainly much happier, now that he could spend time with GLaDOS again. She wasn’t used to having someone around her all the time, though, so Wheatley continued to take his leave and roam around the facility for most of the day. Besides, he thought fondly as he passed a camera, she was never very far away, no matter how deep into the facility he managed to get.
Wheatley had become pretty good at using the panels to lay down more rail, and after a lot of practice he found that he didn’t need so many panels to lay the rail anymore. Before, he’d just used as many as he wanted and just left them there. In a flash