(A/N): Ok, I got a few reviews last time and I just wanted to say, *sniff* thank you, for all your support! All drama queen-ness aside though, thanks guys; it means a bunch when I see a good review. Anyways, a disclaimer and then on with the story!

P.S. Whichever guest reviewed the other day, if you're reading this I want you to know, I love you to! (In a not creepy way)

P.P.S. Yes I'm a woman.

Disclaimer: I don't own Portal; I mean if I did, I wouldn't be living here.

*Chell*

I sat in my normal position, my knees brought up to my chest, arms around them, and head on top staring at the moon. The spot had been used so much that the grass there was worn out and brown around and under where I sat.

"Hey Wheatley, I miss you," I said as I normally did.

"Today was… interesting. I went to work as usual and found that, like always, customers would rather me in the back then in the front. It's not surprising though, they never were very understanding. A child was very kind today, her mother on the other hand… not as kind." The stars twinkled above. Certain constellations came into view as the sun's rays completely faded from the night sky. I wondered; does Wheatley know any constellations?

"There are so many things I would say if you were here Wheatley, so many things that I wish I could say to you, I want you to apologize, I want you to be punished, but mostly, I just want you back… I want you to come back to me, even if that means I have to go back to Aperture to get you back, I want you to come home…" A star seemed to wink at me from above before twinkling even brighter than before. I stood up to get a better look, not that it helped at all.

"Was that a sign? Are you coming home soon? Should I just forget about yo-"

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" It started quiet but when whatever-it-was-that-decided-to-fly-above-my-house-while-screaming got closer it became very, very loud, almost excessively so. Then an unmistakable blue light flashed about twenty feet over my head before flying to the nearby lake and crash-landing. Splash!

Stunned, I ran to the three foot fence before leaping over it like it was nothing, and with the adrenaline rush I had, that was really all it was.

"HELP IM GOING TO DIE-I CANT BE IN WATER-I CANT SWIM-IM GOING TO BLOW A CIRCUIT-I CANT GET OUT OF THE WATER!" yelled a lump slightly submerged underwater.

I knew I was either crazy or this was my Wheatley. I dove in head first into the freezing lake and wrapped my arms around the drowning… Man? I dragged him to the edge of the lake and he started coughing up water onto the grass. He was freezing, I took a chance and ran inside to grab a towel and ran back out before wrapping it around him and drying him off.

This was not Wheatley. Maybe the star was a sign, maybe I should-

Or not.

He lifted his head and looked up at me with brilliant blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. His eyes widened with recognition and his eyes welled up with tears before they fell, still not one word passed through his lips. He started mouthing something but the words were lost in the dark. He couldn't talk at all, for once in his long, long life, he was silent.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and started to cry onto my already-wet grey t-shirt that I put on when I got home from work. People heard the crash and had decided to check it out and were now starting to surround us. I stood up and pulled him to his feet before dragging him past the gathering crowd into my home.

He was about 6'6 and towered over me with long, lanky limbs. He looked down at me with begging eyes mouthing too many words to count and mouthed them so quickly that they became an unintelligible string.

I walked into the hall and opened the closet that held the towels. It had become apparent that not only would I need a towel but that he would need a second. I set my towel on the couch and took his soaked towel, replacing it with the dry one. I threw the wet towel into the basket in the laundry room before returning in the living room to dry myself.

Before I got to the living room I took off my now soaked shoes and set them in the kitchen sink to dry. Luckily they weren't my work shoes; instead they were my favorite pair of flip flops that were made with fabric on the sole.

When I returned he had his towel spread out on the floor and was drying his shirt onto it. It took everything in my power not to laugh.

With a frown on my face I walked over to the couch and grabbed my towel before drying my hair and legs with it. When I was at least dry enough not to slip on water as I walked on my polished wood floors I walked over to him and said a one word question.

"Wheatley?" His eyes widened again before he opened his mouth, then closed it, and then opened it again, not unlike a fish.

"You can talk?!" He said suddenly after some time.

I laughed and nodded before hugging him, not really caring how he got there, but just the fact he was here. After a few seconds he put his arms around me to.

Then suddenly he pulled back and checked his back pocket. He pulled out a leather wallet with an Aperture symbol on it, opened it, and then sighed.

"She sure does like waterproofing things, doesn't she?" He said as he pulled out a card that looked like a driver's license. I pulled the little card out of his hand and read the front of it.

Stephen Wheatley. Height: 6-4. Weight: 147 lbs. Hair color: Blond. Eye color: Blue. Age: 26. State of Michigan. Home address: 147 Halowiet Dr. Herowiet Michigan.

That sneaky bitch. She put my address, as his address. Now I can't back out. But, even if I could, would I?

"Wheatley, how are you here?" I asked as I passed him back his license.

"Oh! She brought me back from space and made me go through another core transfer and so I got this new body, and I can't lie, for a human, I look really good." He said while flexing his muscles up like he was a body-builder. I unsuccessfully tried to suppress my giggles. He seemed to have calmed down a lot since we started our little conversation. At least now he isn't crying.

"Ok, but how did you get here? And are you actually human?" He stopped flexing and looked back down at me.

"She decided to give me to you and let you, you know… take care of me." He said the last part like I was going to kill him, and if he was here two years earlier I might have done just that, but unlike the robot who had tried to kill me, I didn't hold a grudge against him. To be quite honest, I don't hold much of a grudge on her.

That doesn't mean that I would ever go back to Aperture for her.

"I can take care of you." I said jokingly. Apparently he didn't take it as a joke.

"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, IM SO SORRY I DIDN'T WANT TO TRY TO KILL YOU, IT WAS THE CHASIS, PLEASE! I WANT TO LIVE!" He started screaming and kneeling on the floor so that his head just came up to my stomach.

"Wheatley, relax! I'm not going to kill you! You're going to freak out the neighbors!" I said the last part in a whisper. He looked up with tear filled eyes that gleamed with hope.

"You, you're not going to kill me? Oh thank you so much!" He said before standing up and squeezing the air out of my lungs in a massive bear hug.

"Wheatley…I can't breathe… let me go," I said after a few seconds of relentless squishing.

"Oh, sorry luv," He said before letting me go.

"By the way Wheatley, you never actually answered me, are you actually human?" He put his hand on the back of his head and kind of shook his head but at the same time he nodded.

"Well, I'm not actually a human, but I have a lot of the same functions, I have to eat, sleep, and a few other functions, but I am not actually a human. I'm kinda like a… a… I think she said a cyber or something like that." I nodded. He meant a cyborg. He looks and acts human but he is really a robot in disguise.

God, I sound like a 1980's movie, do I always sound this dramatic?

"Ok, well I guess for tonight you can sleep on the couch, but before you can even think about putting your nasty body on my furniture you have to have a shower. Bathroom is down the hall, second door to your right." As he walked away I heard him count the doors out loud.

"Other right, Wheatley, oh and throw your clothes out into the hall so I can wash them." He put his hand on the door knob and before he turned it he stopped himself.

"Umm, actually now that I think of it, uh, what does a bath entail, exactly?" he asked, turning to me blushing. I face palmed myself, ready to run all the way back to Aperture and throw something at GLaDOS. Something large and spiked. A mashy-spiked-plate would do great just about then.

"Well, you just go into the shower and turn on the water before you, umm… put soap in your hands and rub it on your body, then rinse it off and get a towel to dry off… its uh, how humans clean themselves," I said awkwardly.

"Why can't I wear clothes then?" He asked, obviously confused.

"YOU JUST CAN'T, OK?!" I yelled not even noticing the rise in volume of my own voice. He did though; he nodded his head quickly and turned the door knob before jumping inside quickly. Soon, his dark blue jeans and his red and blue plaid shirt flew out the door followed by a pair of grey boxers.

I picked up his clothing and the now soaked towel and then put them in the washing machine. Then I picked up the clothes hamper, now heavy with the old soaked towel, and put that in as well. I turned and walked with a brisk pace to my room and took a shower in the master bathroom. It wasn't much of a master bathroom, but it was something.

When I got out I put on clean clothes and walked out and noticed a half-naked Wheatley in the living room. He had the towel that I always left in the hallway bathroom wrapped around his torso and was sitting uncomfortably on the couch. I went into the laundry room and moved the clothes to the dryer before walking back to the hall closet and grabbing my only bathrobe and tossing it at the un-expecting ball of nervousness on my couch.

"Hey, what was that for?" He asked when he removed it from his head.

"Go put that on in the bathroom, it will have to work until your clothes get out of the dryer," I replied flatly. He nodded and walked into the bathroom before putting on the fluffy bathrobe that seemed three sizes too small for him.

"I like this, it makes me feel… macho." He said, looking himself up and down in the full length mirror next to the door.

I almost fell off of the couch.

"Wheatley, you are in a fluffy, woman's bathrobe, you are not macho." I said when I felt I could control my giggles.

"Well, I mean, with the lighting and such it just kinda makes me look manly and all, I'm just saying Chell, look at this body, I am a good looking human," I just snorted. He kinda looked like the kid who lost his lunch money every day to jocks.

I looked at the time and noticed that it was past ten so I got up and went to my room.

"Wait, where are you going?" Wheatley asked as I got up and started walking.

"I'm going to my room to go to sleep you can sleep on the couch for tonight." I said blankly before walking to my room. Right before I turned the corner I heard him plop down on the couch. I flipped the switch on the wall so only one light was lit, the lamp, and even then it wasn't too bright for him to fall asleep.

I fell asleep thinking about all of the things that had happened in the past two hours or so. It seemed like a lot, but really, I was so subject to change that it felt, well, normal. Maybe this would be good for us. Maybe this was what I needed.

But of course there is also the chance that it could all blow up in my face to.