Portal 2 one shots and imagines

Open Mic (wheatly)

Ah. The second Friday of the month. This meant the monthly bar visit with your colleagues. Hey. Even science takes a break sometimes. (What?)

This time, however, was extra special. You were hyping yourself up all week for the Open Mic night. Anyone can come up and do just about anything. So you, all 5'2 of you, was getting prepared to march your happy ass on that stage and start singing. You normally kept to yourself, putting minimal effort into unnecessary conversations. However, after a long, serious debate with your reflection in the mirror, decided it was about time you finally took a step.. well- huge fucking jump out of your comfort zone. You were going to be...

Social.

The thought of it left a bitter taste in your mouth. You? Amongst these rowdy, depressingly irresponsible scientists? It would be like stepping off a spaceship onto the surface of a new, previously forbidden planet. It was a difficult step for you, and one giant leap into the clutches of a society you never before saw yourself mingling with. You almost chickened out if it wasn't for the host of the event waltzing on to the stage after another dreary punk band finished their rudimentary set.

"Now, for our next act we have a newcomer to the stage! Give a warm welcome to miss (y/n)(y/l/n)!" Some enthusiastic, yet uncertain applause came from the crowd as your coworkers curiously watched you scurry on to the stage. The mic squeaked a shrill sound as you began to speak.

"Salutations, friends!" You started, your voice trembling the slightest bit. "I came up here as a means of stepping out of my comfort zone. I hope you enjoy."

You took a breath and waved to the band behind you to play...

"My feet are aching, and your back is pretty tired."

"We've drank a couple bottles, babe, and put our grief aside."

You continued your song, surprisingly calm with all the eyes on you. You found your colleagues in the tightly packed audience, and one in particular caught your eye. Taller, about 6'7, with blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles, and a cute little pair of glasses. He seemed so very familiar to you. Perhaps you spoke to him before? No matter. You cracked a smile and locked eyes with him as you swung beautifully into the chorus of the song.

"Oh boy it's you...

That I lie with,

As the atom bomb locks in."

Your voice rang out through the building, creating a beautiful sound. You felt almost powerful as you took a few confident steps towards the edge of the stage, your soft gaze falling back to the blond man sitting with his friends at a table.

"Oh boy it's you,

I watch TV with,

As the world..

As the world caves in."

You continued back into the next verse, your gaze now meandering about the room, sizing up their reactions in your head. It felt utterly amazing to be up there, people hooked on your every word. For once in your little, insignificant life, everything was centered around you.

"We creep up on extinction, I pull your arms right in.

I weep and say goodnight, love, while my organs pack it in."

Your voice was solemn, but sweet. You hadn't sang in front of people like this since high school. All things considered in that case, you were.. well- perfect. Absolutely astonishing.

"Well, here it is..

Our final night alive.."

You prepared to launch back into the chorus, your eyes dragging themselves back to none other than freckle face. He was smiling right back at you this time. It gave you goosebumps.

"Oh boy it's you..

That I lie with.

As the atom bomb locks in..."

You gripped the mic in your hand, squinting your eyes closed as you belted out the notes. You were almost done after what felt like eternity.

"As the world caves in."

You let the last note ring and slowly relaxed as the audience roared and applauded. Your colleagues, who once only spoke to you only when required, were screaming your name. You did a little curtsy, scurrying back to your little barstool.

By the end of the night, you were nothing short of exhausted. You slipped out of the bar, starting the trek back to your car when you heard the voice of a certain British man climb into your ears. "Hey! Uhm- excuse me- (y/n) was it?"
You turned your head to see the blonde guy from before peering down at you with a sort of anxious curiosity. "I'm sorry- I'm awful with names, you are?"

"Call me Eric. Eric Wheatley." He said, his voice gaining some courage.

"Well, what can I do for you, Eric?"

"Uhm- I know we don't talk to much, but I'd love to get to know you better and I was just wondering if you'd let me take you on a date or something sometime?"

You felt a small smile graze your face, a twinge of girlish excitement bubbling up in your chest as you tried to keep your outward composure.

"Next Friday? That restuarant outside town? Maybe..8?"

On the inside, the man was happy you decided that. Choices made him nervous. "That works!" He chirped. "See you then, (y/n)?"

You gave him a small wave and a sweet smile that could melt the heart of even the toughest Combine soldier. "See you then, Eric."

With that, you were en route to your car. A smile on your face and the feeling that this was the beginning of something lovely.