Okay, so... if y'all aren't familiar with the artist "forte-girl7" on DeviantART, well... You're missing out. She's an amazing artist, and centers her work around Portal 2, more specifically a humanized Wheatley, which whom I've fallen in love with. Absolutely. It's mad. But, yeah. She made this 4 page comic called "Cooldown Hug", and I promised GlassSoul something for her when she gets back from Disneyland, I was like "... Yes." And, so, we have this.

The 4 page comic can be found on her DA account. Be sure to comment/fav/watch because she's an amazing artist, and she deserves the credit, okay?: http: /forte-girl7 ./deviantart. com

Disclaimer: I don't own Portal 2- Valve does. The human version of Wheatley I based my Wheatley is credited for forte-girl7, same with the 4 page comic, and (I believe) the term "cooldown hug". I sadly only own the rights to use Cass in the story :P

Enjoy~!

Cooldown Hug

Rage, there was rage in his blue eyes, a growl set firmly in his voice cords as he looked at her, intently more than ever before. Cass' face was just as intense, but where rage was in his eyes, longing and sadness set in her baby blues. She looked determined, mouth in a line, frowning as she planned in her head her escape, the same one the man in front of her had helped her with. They had been friends, such good friends, but now… Now it was like he didn't care, all because of a little power. She could feel the tears prick at the back of her eyes, but she didn't dare let him see her cry. Cass' demeanor got more defensive as he pointed in her direction, anger on his face.

"You ruined everything!" he shouted, reddish brown hair that had been neatly flipped out of his face flopping down in the intensity of the situation. "I had been in control of the entire facility, you had helped me, and now…" he chuckled darkly. "Now you just want to get rid of me, to put her back in power and let me live the life of a moron for the rest of eternity! But jokes on you, Cass! I won't let you!"

She shook her head. "I don't!" she yelled, her voice echoing around the walls. It came back quieter than it had left, and she could hear the strain of her fighting back tears, the pleading with him to just give up and let her do what needed to be done, but she knew him; he wasn't going to back down now that he went from being a moronic wimp to a powerful valiant controller.

"You told her the same thing, and I'm not going to end up like that!" He was losing his patience. He flipped a switch, a rocker sentry appearing from the ground. "I'm no longer the weakling Wheatley I was before, you know! And I'm not going back to that!"

A rocket aimed toward Cass, but she made the split second decision to run, her fall boots making hollow 'thunks' against the floor, portal gun heavy in her hands. Another was launched, barely missing her leg by less than an inch. She swallowed and turned toward Wheatley again, watching him growl again. She could only pull it off if he stopped firing long enough… It was now or never.

Wheatley spread his arms open. "You threw your only weapon away, you moron! You can't take me on like that! I'd like to see you try!"

She lunged for him, tears finally pouring.

"Wha-"

His sentence cut short as her arms wrapped around his middle, her face buried in his chest as she sobbed. Wheatley stared straight ahead, his face one of utter confusion and shock, then he looked down to Cass, her blonde fringe hair messy, white Aperture tank-top dirty, orange jumpsuit torn in some places and cheeks stained with tears. 'I did that… She's crying… Because of me…' The realization hit him hard, and he could only stare before his arms held onto her slowly, holding her closer and tears threatening to pour out of his own eyes.

"Wheatley, just… Don't do it…" Cass said, looking up into identical blue, tears staining her cheeks, her eyes red from crying. "Please…"

He rested his chin on top of her head, never letting her go. "I won't… I promise."