Gordon Freemane- The Ponies of Equestria

Gordon stood up carefully. Alyx's face was concerned, but gentle. Very gentle, as she stroked Fluttershy's hair carefully.

“What now?” She said, raising her face to Gordon.

He jerked his head, and wished again he had his voice. He had lost it long ago, when he was very young. He remembered... vaguely... a boy. His brother. That was when the world was good- when his mother was around, when his father was alive, when his brother, John Freeman, wasn't off at work all the time. When he was just a kid, and he remembered the names of the little furry creatures and the smell of oak and pine trees after it had rained...

Gordon turned to Alyx. That was in the past. He shrugged and pointed  a hoof carefully at the village, and she nodded determinedly. For Fluttershy,Gordon thought, and they began the long trek.

The orange unicorn began to take in everything. He noticed the squirrels were very eager. They pulled on his legs, made obvious gestures to go back, but yet...

Gordon Freeman knew where they wanted him to go.

Home.

But there was a reason they were here. And Alyx didn't know. She had no idea about Him.

G-Man.

Gordon remembered first meeting the mysterious man, after going into the portal leading to (don't hate me, I may have spelled this wrong...) Xen.

Gordon had to leave the disturbing thoughts out of his head, so he had to force himself to look at everything, anything else other than the annoying orange hooves.

“Hey!” A voice called. It seemed sort of wavery, but filled with tension. He could imagine her saying, Go Go Go! And he looked at her.

His legs folded, and he fell, and felt his face smashing into the dirt.

He was very small. He didn't understand.

“Mommy... Where's Daddy?” Gordon asked, head cocked.

“Daddy had to go.” She whispered. Gordon could see the tears dripping freely from her eyes.

“Mommy, are you OK?”

“Go talk to John, Gordon. Tell him Mommy wants him.”

Gordon ran up the stares in his microscope pajamas.”Jooooooooooohn!” He wailed. “Mommy wants yoooooooooooouuu!”

John's face appeared in the dorway. “Gordie, it's two in the morning! Mom wants me now?”

“Yeah! I think it's about Daddy. But she's real sad. Can you cheer her up, John?”

“About... Dad?” John said slowly, eyes wide. “Gordon, go to sleep.”

That sent alarm bells ringing in Gordon's head. John never called him Gordon unless something bad happened. He always called Gordon Gordie.

“John... ask Mommy if I can listen too!”

“Gordon. Go. To. Sleep.” John said. His face was tense, and his his eyes were like nightmares, dark and frightening. He ran down the stairs. Gordon stood there for a moment, face pale, and his brown hair seemed to wilt. He seemed cold, even in the sky-blue and microscope pj's. He crept down stairs quietly.

“John... Remember how I told you your father was in danger?”

“Yes... I do.”

“At his job. He was sucked into an experimental portal, at his work, Black Mesa.”

“He's alive, right?” John's eyes were glowing, but his face was expressionless.

“... I don't know. No one does... But... we think he's dead.”

Gordon's legs folded, and he slithered silently to the floor, only processing one thing from the conversation... Daddy, who had let him ride on his shoulders... Who was a nice, blue-eyed brown-haired scientist, was dead. He didn't stand up, but slithered slowly up to bed.

“Gordon!” A sharp voice said suddenly. “Gordon!”

“John... Dad... Where...?”

“Gordon, please! Wake up!”

He shook his head. He was crouching, very precariously. “John...Alyx... where's John? Where's John? Where's...”

The face looking at him was a brown unicorn's face. From the show on when John was younger. My Little Pony? Yes. Season six was the one that John had finally lost interest in the show. Gordon thought maybe it had gone on longer, but he just didn't know.

“Who are you? Why are you a  pony? Oh my God! You're Fluttershy!” He jabbered, looking at the pony.

Alyx gasped, pointing from him, to Fluttershy, to a lavender unicorn. He recognized her immediately. “Twilight Sparkle!” He cried out in delight. “Ahha! Twilight! What am I doing here? Where are we? Oh, I don't care! Haha!”

He laughed freely, and he said sullenly, “I don't remember, Alyx. I don't remember. Why are we here?”

Alyx was crying. “What's wrong with him? What have you done?”

Twilight Sparkle looked shaken. “Fluttershy told me he was mute... So I fixed his throat. He can speak. And... When he fell, that was an emotional collapse. Something in his mind, his brain snapped.”

“Have I always never been able to speak?  I can speak! Mom and Dad told me...” His voice became sullen again.

“Why can I speak again? Make me mute.”

“What can I do?” Alyx raised her muzzle.

“There's the Him. Present-day Gordon Freemane. But, there's also Him the child, innocent, playful Gordon Freemane. Who, apparently, knows who we are.”

“Gordon...” Alyx whispered. “Please. We need to stop the Combine.” He was playing with a leaf.

“Combine?” He stopped in mid-action. “Mommy... She mentioned the Combine!” There was utter hatred etched on his young face now. “They took Daddy. They took him here.”

“Here? Gordon, are you OK?”

“NO!” Gordon screeched, “GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY! I SWORE I WOULD STOP THE COMBINE, BUT THE SQUIRRELS, THEY TELL ME-”

Gordon's legs folded again, and he felt a feeling... of floating away.

There was a flicker. Of a tall, white winged unicorn in a blue suit, carrying a suitcase. The unicorn-pegasus waved a hoof. “Rise and shine, Mr. Freeman. Or should I call you Freemane?” He laughed, and the flicker disappeared. “You should call me son,” Gordon whispered, sinking back, back into the dark. It threatened to take him. It choked him, held his throat, pulling him to the jaws of death like a Barnicle. But Gordon knew this wasn't real. None of it. He slashed through the darkness. His hoof was covered in a soft, dark gray “glove” and he realized- he had his hazmat suit.

It had wings. And now... He heard whispers, in the shadow-filled void, whispers from his family. From Alyx. From everyone he had ever known. Their voices harmonized in a single call- “Keep going, Gordon!” And a child's voice- “Go on, Gordie! You can stay, you can play another day!” Bounding over to him, in human forms, was his adult brother, John, who he knew was dead. And he saw his smaller brother, and his little sister, both who had died at eight years old because of a sickness unknown at the time.

And... They told him to keep going. To fight the darkness inside. He felt a hoof, then wing beats. Celestia? It was a body, the color of the purest white. His father appeared. His father, G-Man. And they flew, beating their wings, out of the -

“Wait a second!” Valkyriepaw jumped as her editor appeared. “G-Man is Gordon's father? What sort of bullshit is that!?”

“It's my story, JGIBB, and if you don't like it, go piss in a hole.” Valkyrie snapped. “I like it the way it is. Gordon having an internal struggle-”

“But. It. Doesn't. Make. Any. Fucking. Sense.” JGIBB said slowly as though the author was an idiot. “Gordon's childhood, maybe. The squirrels, no. Lets see. G-Man as a pony, no. Using the name John Freeman should get you arrested.” JGIBB shook his head as the blue, golden-haired pegasus author hastily typed.

“What are you writing now? If it makes less sense then the crap I just read, you are going to get tons of hate mail. Besides, you forgot to put who started Watching you in the last chapter.”

“Please, JGIBB, go on with your annoying banter elsewhere. I have stuff to write. I promised new Gordon Freemane, and also a new Celestia's Sorrow.”

“Didn't you give up on Celestia's Sorrow?” JGIBB asked innocently. Valkyrie's green eyes shot daggers at JGIBB, and he smiled sheepishly. “Okay, fine. Go on. Write. If you get any hate, I tried to get you to fix it.”

JGIBB waves at you. “See you later everybrony.”

“GET OUT OF MY STORY, YOU-” -void. And Gordon's watched, one last clip of his life. Him, swearing to get back to Black Mesa. To bring his father home.

Alyx's face paled. Celestia sighed as she tapped him.

“I have no idea what he was seeing ever since you and Rainbow Dash saw him fall. I saw Twilight, and Fluttershy. He could speak, then. But his mind rejected me soon after. His subconscious pushed me out of his brain at something. I saw him fall again after the he 'woke up'. Are you sure he's from Earth? That you both are?”

“We killed a headcrab zombie.” Alyx said grimly.

“So. This is how it goes. Once again, the world becomes plagued with beasts from Xen.”

“Again? This happened before?”

“Yes. The portal from 'Black Mesa' lead to our pony world, but also to Xen. Creatures came from Xen to Equestria and to Earth. But had you tried to go in the portal, it would randomly send you to either Xen, or to Equestria.”

Gordon's heart monitor started up insanely, then fluttered back down to a gentle beat.

“He's suffered much mental trauma from seeing a headcrabbed pony.” Celestia said gently. “He will live, but I suspect that neither he nor you can remain in this world for long without dying from mental breakdowns. You have to get home. Equestria is tougher than it looks. Go home, and stop the invasions of Earth, set humans free. And if you must, return here.

“But wait for Gordon. He has had a prophecy. An ancient one I thought had long since expired.”

Well, hello everypony! JGIBB was absolutely correct. I did completely forget to add the name of the new Watchers I have received. Ah well. I PROMISE I will in the next chapter.

Try not to be like JGIBB, pointing out every single flaw. Also, here in this little author's note thing, I am going to answer your questions, because who doesn't have 'em?

And last thing- I was disappointed, because no one offered me a nectarine, which would make these stories come faster. All I need is apple juice, sausages and nectarines, and there we go. Bam, you've got your Gordon Freemane. And for those who didn't find this made much sense, just ask. Ask and I'll reply here <3. Also, one last thing :3 I need a new title art. PLEASE. This one sucks. No offence, if whoever drew this is reading, but I just want it like that. Orange unicorn, brown mane, glasses. And maybe a crowbar.

Peace. Valkyriepaw out.