When Chell woke up, everything hurt. The lights that immediately flickered on were blinding, and she quickly shut her eyes. She just wanted to pull the covers over her head and get some more rest, but she heard panels shifting. Opening her eyes and sitting up, she saw a monitor, similar to the ones Wheatley watched her with, but smaller. It soon turned on and Glados appeared on screen.

"Good, you're awake. I have some news..." Glados let out a sigh, and was she actually... nervous?
"Look, I know I had said I'll let you go, but, well... outside, there is nothing left. There are a few humans, but they are barely any left, and the chances of finding them or any civilization is slim. So, you could go, if you want, but there will be nothing. No contact, and no coming back. I'm sorry.

"However, you can stay here. I'm not quite sure what you will be doing, but at least it's safe. And I have found nine other humans in stasis, so there will be more people here besides me, the moron, and you... The choice is yours."
Chell thought for a moment, and then gave a small nod.
"You want to stay here?"
Chell gave another nod.

The screen turned off, leaving Chell alone with her thoughts.

She had no doubt that she had made the right decision. And Aperture did grow on one.
She didn't really mind about being stuck here forever, after all, this was the only place she remembered.

What she did mind was being stuck here forever with Glados and Wheatley. The two who had promised cake and freedom, but delivered neurotoxin and heartbreak.

Chell threw off the covers and stretched. She was still dressed in her standard issue testing uniform, which was in horrible condition.

She stood up, making sure to shift her weight off of her injured leg.
She quickly looked around the room. It was small, with rough gray carpet on the floor and white panels making the walls. Besides her bed there wasn't any other furniture.

She smiled when she saw her old companion cube in the corner, with a change of clean clothes on top of it.

She changed into the white long sleeved shirt and pair of jeans, and she quickly located her long fall boots.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she began to pull them on, when her door burst open.
Looking up, she saw the last person on earth who she wanted to see.
It was Wheatley.

He was panting, and it was obvious he had been running. In fact, as soon as he heard Chell was awake, he had dropped what he was doing (literally) and rushed towards the hallway the bedrooms were in.

He was surprised to see her out of bed so soon, he expected with everything she's been through she would rest longer.

"Um.. hey, I... uh... Hello..." Wheatley wasn't quite sure what to say, he knew he wanted to say sorry, but not at this moment, and he knew he wanted to tell her he quite liked that kiss earlier, but again, this wasn't the right time.
What he didn't notice that Chell was shaking slightly. She didn't know if this was a trick or a test but what she did know was that she wanted him out. Out and far away from her room. He had tried to kill her, and he almost succeeded, and, though she hated to admit it, she was scared of him.

Wheatley was still trying to figure out what to say, and he took a step into her room. Chell flinched at the movement, and Wheatley did notice that. He realized exactly what was going on.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, love. I'll uh... I'll see you around." He said, disappointed.

He quietly left, shutting the door behind him.

Chell was still sitting on her bed, wondering exactly why she was scared of the moron. He wasn't hooked up to the computer anymore, so he was safe, right?

Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, she decided to go for a walk around the facility.

Wheatley slowly walked down the hallway towards the turret production line, wishing he had the guts to turn around, go back into Chell's room, apologize, and pull her into a kiss like she had did to him a few days ago.

He sat at the chair by the window overlooking the production line, and set down to work. This was the job Glados had gave him, saying it was something even he couldn't mess up. All he had to do was watch the conveyor belt, and hit the red button if the turret in front was functioning properly, and the blue button if it was a defective turret.

It was a little lonely, all he had for company was a Frankenturret that Glados let him keep. He named the two turrets Tom and Jerry, after his favorite cartoon when he was little. They were a little skeptical of Wheatley at first, but after him being nice to them for a while, and seeing no buttons they might be placed on in sight, they soon became Wheatley's best friends.

When he walked in, they chirped a welcome, but quieted after seeing his depressed look. They quietly talked over what they should do, Tom wanting to go talk to Wheatley, and Jerry saying they should leave him alone. They continued to argue for a while, until Wheatley interrupted.
"Y'know I can hear you two, right?"
The turrets quickly scampered over to Wheatley, Tom chattering a hello, and Jerry hitting Tom with his leg, saying Wheatley should just talk when he's ready.
"Hey guys," Wheatley said, patting their cube. He still had a sad look on his face, and Tom, in his chirpy language, asked what was wrong, earning a glare from Jerry.
"She's scared of me."

They needed no further explanation. They knew who she was, Wheatley had loved to talk about her while working. Tom and Jerry also remembered seeing her testing. They also knew that Wheatley had feelings for her, and that he had horribly betrayed her once.
"I mean, it's understandable, but, well, I'm not hooked up to that computer anymore, I'm perfectly safe, and you know me, I'd never hurt her! Again..."

Wheatley got up and began to pace, thinking out loud.
"There should be some way I can win her over again, maybe... no that will never work... oh wait! Maybe I could- no I might explode... Ugh! I can't think of anything!" he said exasperated. He turned back to Tom and Jerry

"Can you guys help? Any ideas?" He asked hopefully.

The two thought it over for a moment, and Jerry told Wheatley a small idea, Tom chirping in approval.

A huge grin broke out on Wheatley's face.

"Perfect! Good job, mate!" He exclaimed, but then he thought of something, and began to be nervous.

"But, we're going to need some help, and that might involve asking Her."

Glados was bored.

The mute wasn't fit for testing, the moron would probably accidentally kill himself, and the nine people she found in stasis weren't fully awake yet, so she had absolutely no one to test.

She was able to ignore the itch, it never really bothered her. It might get annoying every once in a while, but normally her love for science blocked it out.

But even when she had collected the data she needed to improve the portal gun, she continued testing, just for something to do.
Now, with no one to test, she was just plain bored.

She sat down in her office chair, and checked her security cameras. Chell was running around the hallways near her bedroom, Wheatley was ranting to his Frankenturret, and the nine humans were still sleeping.

She let out a sigh, and pushing of the desk, spun around her chair a few times.

She needed to find something to do, and soon.

To be continued...

A/N: So, it's funny how a little idea can turn into something way bigger. This was supposed to be just a little oneshot, but now, I'm planning for it to have several more chapters. I think my favorite part of this chapter is Tom and Jerry. Chell had her companion cube, now Wheatley has Tom and Jerry!

Also, just to let you know, I changed the description of this, cause the last one just didn't seem right.

Anyways, reviews are appreciated!

StoryGirl.98