A/N yup I'm alive and newly obsessed with portal XD this is gonna be a Chelley fanfic (Chell x Wheatley) (Just gotta love Wheatley) I'm sorry for any typos and I hope you enjoy

I still remember…

When I let him go. I should be glad that he's gone but it just hurts. This may sound strange but, I miss him. I wanted to catch him even after all he did to me. It wasn't his fault he tried to kill me though, it was that corrupt mainframe. It made any AI plugged into it corrupt and insane.

I really miss the Wheatley he was when we were still friends. Sure, he was a bit of an idiot but he was funny. He also rambled a lot but he did his best to help us escape together, as a team. I wonder if he's even still alive out there, it's been so long.

"Hey Chell, you okay? You look a bit spaced out." I looked to my co-worker and nodded and he went back to reading the papers in his hand. I'm still trying to recover my speech abilities. That "minor case of serious brain damage" took away or damaged my linguistic part of my brain. Not that I really need it, I can communicate fine with my facial expressions. Anyway it's time to get back to experimenting. My section is working on a way to put an AI's personality into a human body, just a way to make sure She won't harm anymore humans…

Or AIs…

Oh look there's another small space rock hurtling towards m- "Ow."… yup this is wonderful…

"Oh my gosh there's another shiny there too!" said my hyper partner for eternity.

"Yeah mate, that is a star. Space is kind of filled with them."

"Space! We're in space!" That we are, that we are… It's strange how he's still so excited about space after ten years… to be exact it's been ten years, three months, twelve days, five hours, nine minutes and twenty… twenty-one… twenty-two… curse this internal clock… They give me a clock and said that I would die if I ever used anything they gave me but they didn't bother to give me thrusters? I mean if they designed me to fair well in space-like conditions why not give me thrusters! It's strange really…

Anyway approximately 10 years floating in the vast and emptiness of space with no control of movement at all and a rambling hyper active corrupted personality core floating around you at all times you'd think I'd be furious or insane but I'm not. For the furious part I mean, I'm not exactly sure if I've gone insane yet… well I have gone insane… I'm not talking about now, I mean before… I was a grade A jerk. I was bossy, insane and I just wish I could take it all back. If I ever see her again I'd tell her I'm genuinely sorry. It's not just that though, I truly miss her. Not the most talkative person but she was actually nice to me and listened to me even if I did screw up greatly.

I just want a chance to tell her I'm sorry. Ha. With all this time on my hands, well I don't have any hands but anyway, I didn't even think of how to apologize to her. Though I have thought about her, quite a lot actually, frankly every moment I'm not thinking of Aperture, the space core or space (which I don't really think about often) I've been thinking of her. It's strange really, it's like I want to be with her 24/7. I heard somewhere that what I'm feeling is what humans call love… but that's completely and utterly ridiculous, I'm an AI. We aren't programmed with strong human feelings such as love.

"Space."

"Yes, I know we're still in space mate."

"Space!"

"Yup, yup, I know."

"SPACE SPACE SPACE SPACE SPACE SPACE!"

"What are you going on abou-!" I turn around to face the space core and see exactly what he's talking about. It's another rock only this one was big, huge even and it was heading straight towards me! "Okay, Okay stay calm, now let's think HOW THE BLOODY HELL WE AREN'T GOING TO GET CRUSHED BY THAT- THAT THING!"

"Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!" I should have expected that… Oh bollocks what am I going to do! Ok let's see, the plan is to close my eyes so I don't see the space rock as it crushes every bolt in my bod-… not a good plan… but it's the only thing I have. I close my eye and wait… and wait…wait…isn't it supposed to be-"Ow! Oh God I'm being crushed to pieces –and I'm okay?" What happened? I was definitely hit. I open my eye and see the space rock and space core hurtling in completely different directions. "Are you okay mate?" I yelled.

"Space! Gotta see it all! Must touch space!" He looks fine… but where am I heading to? I turn around and see a familiar blue colored marble.

"It's Earth! Earth! Amazing! Fantastic, I get to go back to Earth!" I just might get my chance to apologize! "Space core will you be fine on your own?"

"Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!" I guess I could take that as a yes. This is lovely I get to see Chell and apologize and tell her I l-… there it is, I did it again! What the bloody hell is wrong with me! Get it through your head Wheatley AIs like me can't love! Goodness I've been staying in space too long, been hit by too many rocks and such. Speaking of which, I'm surprised I actually survived this long. I should do a check up on my systems. Okay let's see…

'Mental capacity – low' Oi that's not nice. 'Optic lens – cracked, seek help of an Aperture repair bot' Ok, not bad. 'For further systems check up detail wait 1 day' What? One day? That's a pretty long time. Oh well I'm sure nothing's too wrong I'll be fine.

A/N famous last words... :P Anyway i hope you liked it, i really hope i don't abandon this story because i have cool ideas for it XD anyway please review I'd like to know what you think :)