The room was dimly lit. It was obvious from the panels on the walls and a few scattered cubes that this was an old testing chamber fixed up.

There was a small table in the middle of the room, with two chairs facing each other. Two plates of food were on the table, along with a radio playing a soft piano tune and a rose sitting in a small vase.

Chell was just a little bit thrown off. Was this a date?
She glanced over at Wheatley, who grinned at her reaction.

"Do you like it? I thought of everything myself!"

He led Chell over to the table, pulling the chair out for her and then took a seat himself.

His grin faltered. He wasn't quite sure what to do now.
"So, um, how are you feeling? You were in bad shape after... y'know."

Wheatley mentally smacked his forehead. Why on earth did he bring that up?

Chell just gave a shrug, meaning she was feeling okay. She began to pick at some of the food at her plate. It was apparent that Wheatley was having trouble with what to talk about, and it was times like this Chell wished she could talk. Just to have something to say and break the awkward silence.

Wheatley was wondering why the one time he wouldn't mind rambling on and on he couldn't think of what to say. Normally he had no problem, but things here just seemed strained.

The soft music song coming from the radio soon shifted to a lightly more classic tune, and an idea popped into Wheatley's head.

"Would you like to dance?"

Chell looked up from her plate. She had never danced before, and she knew the song playing was a slow song, one that would involve her being very close to Wheatley.

Wheatley stood and held out a hand to her.

"Please?"
Chell stood, and took Wheatley's hand. They got into a dancing position, Wheatley holding Chell's left hand with his right, and putting the other hand on her hip, and Chell putting her free hand on Wheatley's shoulder. She didn't remember him being this tall.

They danced in silence for a while. Wheatley gave up on trying to think of something to say, and Chell didn't mind the quiet. It was nice, just being here with Wheatley. He wasn't really such a bad guy after all.

Wheatley glanced down at her, and was surprised to see a smile on Chell's face. He hadn't seen one of those since he first took control of the facility, when they had defeated Glados and were going to escape together. Before everything went downhill.
That reminded Wheatley of what he set up this whole thing for.

He took a deep breath, and backed up slightly, taking Chell's hands in his.
"Now, love, I've got something really important to tell you."

Chell looked up at him expectantly. An almost inaudible whir was heard, and Wheatley looked over the see a security camera, focusing in on the pair. He tried to ignore it, and turned back to Chell.

"The reason I did all of this is because I just wanted off say that-" he paused, and then turned to the camera. "I can't do it while you're watching!"
"I'm not going away," Glados's voice came in over some unseen speaker "I want to see this."
Chell was slightly annoyed, seeing Wheatley distracted, and she hoped he would just continue, but he shot her a look saying 'I'll take care of this'.
"You can't just impose on private moments, it's rude!"
"Says the moron who creepily stared at everything in the facility, including us, while he was power mad!"
"Oh yeah, well you-"
Chell tugged on Wheatleys sleeve, and he brushed her aside.
"Not now, love, this is important!" he walked closer to the camera, and began to rant at Glados.

Chell looked on, and feeling sad and the slightest bit disappointed, soon turned and quietly slipped out the door. She quickly headed for her room, trying to ignore the obvious fact that Wheatley was going to apologize and Glados ruined it.

To be continued...

A/N: So yeah, slightly pathetic surprise, and it got ruined. *hides behind rock* Don't be mad!

A date was the best thing I could think of, and I just couldn't see Wheatley apologizing in a perfect setting. It's just... Un-Wheatley-ish. My original thought was to have him bump over a candle and the room go up in flames, but I decided to let Glados share some of the blame.

Next chapter will be the last, and it will be up soon!
Oh, and reviews are like over-the-internet-hugs.

StoryGirl.98