A bit longer than the last, but, as before, based off a picture by "forte-girl7". "Define Dancing". I swear, her pictures inspire me...

DAY NUMBER TWO! W00t! DONE! I've got the other four days planned out. I'm not sure when they'll be one-shot length, because these are wimpy freakin' drabbles right hur. I fail sometimes.

So, um. Yeah. WheatleyXCass. That's kinda given, ya?

If ya haven't beaten Portal 2, btw, IT'LL GIVE YA SOME MAAAAAAAAAAAJOR SPOILERS, KAY? So... Don't read it if you haven't like, beat the game.

Disclaimer:

Cave Johnson: CAVE JOHNSON HERE! Ever feel like suing someone for copying characters and writing stories about them in awkward, strange, and even mature situations? Well, our boys at Aperture Science invented this new thing for those "fan-fiction" writers, and it's called a "disclaimer"! Just add one of those bad boys into the story before it starts, and suddenly, it'll be like you can't be sued!

Caroline: Sir, those already existed.

Cave Johnson: ... Then those damn lab boys aren't lying to me to get back at me for the control group mention! Damn them! SOMEONE GET ME THE COMBUSTIBLE LEMONS!

Caroline: -sigh- Miss Rae doesn't own Portal or the characters. Valve does.

Enjoy numoro dos!~

Define Dancing

It was all quite funny how she was here, up by the moon and not down in the laboratory, where she was supposed to be. Her eyes could never stop looking around, trying to find the man she had condemned up here with herself, the very reason itself she threw away her freedom on Earth for damnation in space. It was oh-so funny how she did that for the same one who tried to kill her, several times, threw bombs at her, but was a friend in the end, the one she had trusted to get her out of Aperture. It was her fault he was so power-mad, anyway… All her fault.

Tears burned behind her eyes and she wiped them away as the bulged over and fell, sitting on the moon's surface carefully, hair floating slightly in the minimal gravity. Cass sighed, bringing her legs to her chest and wrapping her arms around her shins, resting her head on her knees. Space was so quite, torturously so. No sounds, no voices, no little beeps and the gentle hum of machines she had grown so used to testing in the laboratory. And there wasn't the silly, calming voice of him. Oh, why did she do what she did? It was hopeless now; she trapped herself in space, and now she can't even find the reason why she did it.

"I wish I could talk it all back. I honestly do."

Her ears perked up as a voice came to her, and she looked around. Nothing.

"I honestly do wish I could take it all back. And not just 'cause I'm stranded in space."

That accent, the voice, the speech patterns. 'Wheatley?' Cass stood, carefully and looked into the black abyss, blue eyes wide and tears still falling. "Wheatley?" She whispered quietly, still not used to using her voice.

"If I was ever to see her again, do you know what I'd say?"

Her heart fluttered to life as she saw familiar reddish brown hair a bit messy and the familiar gray outfit. She almost cried again, but his voice picked back up again.

"I'd say, 'I'm sorry'. Sincerely, I am sorry- I was bossy… and monstrous… And, I am genuinely sorry…" His voice was strained, and his shoulders rose and fall. "And now I'm stuck in space, with now way to get back to her… I really am a moron…"

Cass' eyes filled with tears and rolled down her cheeks, and she smiled. "Wheatley." She said, loud enough for him to hear.

He turned, feet causing a small cloud of dust to be stirred up, his cerulean eyes wide when he saw her. "Cass?"

She ran for him, wrapping her arms around his middle and squeezing. "I-I missed you, Wheatley… I came back for you…" She said, voice smaller than he could remember, but face just as sincere, eyes just as sweet and smile just as pretty. "I couldn't leave you here."

"Y-You got yourself stuck in space for me?" Wheatley asked, blinking as Cass nodded. "But, why? I mean, didn't GLaDOS say she was going to let you go?"

"She was, but… I couldn't just let you stay up here alone, with…"

"SPAAAAAAAAAACE!"

They looked over to where a white sphere was floating around, yellow eye darting around everywhere. "I'm in space!"

"With that." Cass finished, smiling, her arms falling to her side. " I just couldn't."

"But… You just threw away what you had fought me for…" Wheatley trailed off, hurt in his eyes, confusion set in his voice. "I just don't get it…"

Cass chuckled, kissing his cheek gently, hands resting on his chest. "It's because I like you, Wheatley, and… and I'd feel so guilty if I left you here."

Wheatley's face went red, and he smiled a little. "Well, I, um…" He scratched the back his head, then took in a breath, putting his hands to Cass' waist. "I like you, too."

She smiled, but yelped a little when he took on of her hands and spun her in a circle, one hand resting back on her waist after her turn. Cass looked up at him and tilted her head to the side. "What was that for?"

"Not sure, but it sounded like a bloody brilliant plan." He smiled. "Zero-gravity dancing, yeah? Coolest thing I've ever heard of. That Machiavellian guy didn't even think of this one."

Cass had to laugh, her arms around Wheatley's neck. "No, because he wasn't as smart as you."

"But I-"

She held a finger to his mouth. "Listen, just because what GLaDOS said was true, doesn't mean you're not smart, okay? Because I kinda liked your stupid ideas, anyway." She smiled.

Wheatley smiled in return, before resting his forehead against hers. "Well, I know I'm not going to try anymore stupid stunts after this. Especially ones that involve killing you, of course."

"Good."

"But… I do have no last moronic thing I need to do."

Cass looked up just as Wheatley's lips met her own quickly, before he pulled back, cheeks red and face worried. "Now I'm done with stupid things."

The blonde's look of shock disappeared into a blush of her own before smiling and pecking him on the lips again. "Just shut up and dance with me."

He spun them slowly, chuckling to himself. "Of course, Cass."

"I love you, Wheatley."

His heart skipped a few beats, and he looked down to make sure she hadn't noticed before he smiled and leaned his head on hers. "I love you, too, Cass."