(A/N): Ok, I'm back! Had a little inspiration and so onward with the story! But first, a disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I own $32, a pocket lipstick, a cat and my laptop. Not the Still Alive series. That's all Valve.

*Wheatley*

The guilt was almost unbearable. She had trusted me, befriended me even, and I tried to kill her.

I was weak; I could have avoided the itch, and the taunts GLaDOS spewed at me, but I didn't, I turned it onto Chell, punched her into a pit for Christ's sake! Then, she gets back up to the top and I forced her to test, something she was trying to get away from when she helped me. I was mean, cruel and monstrous; no amount of begging, pleading or even apologizing could change that. I gave up on writing her a speech of apology. I knew no matter what I thought up, I would never say it in person, even if I got back to earth she would have probably already be dead, killed by her.

At that depressing thought I looked at one of the extra-bright, almost blue stars that I always turned to, it was almost like a mirror, the blue reminded me of my own optic; it made me think of the days when I just slid down my management rail looking into some of the scrap metal at my own spherical reflection.

The blue star suddenly grew larger before disappearing, leaving shock-waves shooting towards us at an alarmingly fast speed. "STAR EXPLOSION! LOOK HERE COMES THE STAR DUST!" screamed the little yellow core. Unknown to him, I had actually given him a name, not that he would have ever noticed it. I called him Spencer; it just seemed to fit him. I turned around and noticed there was only one way we could possibly be shot to. earth.

Spencer and I shot backwards to the earth's atmosphere and I just knew I was going to die. I went through the first two layers of atmosphere before lighting on fire, my metallic silver now turning red and heating to temperatures I never believed possible, whoever had the bright idea to put a full nervous system in my little sphere body was obviously trying to be the biggest prat in the history of prats. The pain was to strong and I blacked out before I landed in a familiar wheat field near a certain shed that I never wanted to see again.

*GLaDOS*

Journal Entry 436, 10-6-2005.

Now they seemed to have genders. Oh joy, as if they weren't human enough. Blue was obviously the male of the team with strength and bravery, on the other hand Orange seemed to be the more feminine of the two with speed and grace as her top qualities.

If either of them tries to mate they both will be shut down. It wasn't to terribly hard to press a button and activate their self-destruct feature.

I'm not sure if I should let them leave the facility to fetch the moron but, science calls. It wasn't like I could leave and grab him; I have to take care of the facility. I could always leave Caroline in-

No. No I could not. Just because she can't be deleted does not mean she can be in control, in fact it's more of a reason not to put her in control. She may be a part of me but, she cannot be trusted, ever.

I should let them out, they can handle themselves, and besides, they can always be put on auto pilot if things get too bad. No reason to worry at all, the lunatic is 10.96105 miles away, Wheatley is exactly 2.481 miles. She never comes that close to the facility.

Well, onward with science.

End of entry 436.

*Chell*

As per usual my alarm buzzed at six o'clock, waking me for my shift at the coffee shop that starts at 8:30. I smacked the little alarm before sitting up and walking to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

I got out of my shower and put my hair in its normal pony-tail before putting on my uniform of khaki pants and a light brown shirt with a cup of coffee still steaming on the breast. If you looked closely you would see the coffee stain that still remained from her first few weeks of working there. I had just got the job and picked a cup of coffee up by the top and it spilled all down my chest in front of all of my coworkers and a regular customer. He still walks in every now and then and teases me, not that I mind though.

I went downstairs and swung the door open before walking out and shutting it again and walking to work. No one in this town locks their doors; there isn't any need for it.

When I walked in through the little glass doors Rebecca, my manager, ran over and threw an apron over my head before running behind me to tie it in the back. Then she hurried off to go pull some of the puff pastries out of the oven.

"Get to work, the shop opens in about fifteen minutes, we have to be ready for all of the hungry customers!" Rebecca said, even though the most we ever had of a line was when the twins had their birthday party here, even then it wasn't that much of a line.

I rolled my eyes before getting to work; it wasn't like I had much of a choice.

*Wheatley*

"Wake up, moron."

That voice. Where have I heard it before?

"Core rehabilitation at 75%, it is now safe for core to begin any type of transfers or power ups," a male voice said from the speakers that seemed miles away.

"Safety, since when do I bow to its whims? Besides, I don't care if he lives, the only thing I need him for is testing, and, like the lunatic, he can easily be replaced." Oh god, it's her? No, maybe if I keep my optic closed, she won't notice that I am turned on, and then I can just sneak aw-

"I.D. core online, central programming system now in use." Thanks mate.

"Good morning moron, so would you like to be put in a potato now or later? Oh, never mind, it looks like we ran out of potato's; I suppose that we could always test out the Android bodies. Although, I must warn you, core transfers include lots of pain. But you already know that, don't you?" GLaDOS chuckled darkly.

"Um, I would much rather go through pain later, wait, how much later do you mean? think I would rather be put in much-much later, like a few years later, that would definitely be best. Oh, did I mention how very sorry I am, b-because I really am, not just saying because of your threat of core transfer, but because I am truly sorry, oh and did I mention that if you keep me alive and in this body, that, um, that I could help you! I could help, um, with ideas! Did you see the franken-turrets? I kinda made those, so you let me live and I help you make science and such. Sounds fair right?"

"Hmm,I don't think so little core, oh and now that I think of it, the faster we get this over with, the faster I get rid of you. I can't just keep dead cores lying around the facility can I? No, I cant." She picked me up and plugged me into a slot not unlike the core transfer slot I used before.

Then I blacked out for the second time today.