20. Rocks Aren't The Same

GLaDOS was getting frustrated. But then again, when dealing with Wheatley when WASN'T she frustrated. He had seemed distracted latley and was falling behind on his tasks. She was begining to regret giving him a human body.

At the current moment, he was supposed to be fixing the broken cage that her "little killers" lived in. Instead, he was talking to Chell.

"And what exactly are you doing?"

Wheatley looked at the now human GLaDOS. "Asking Chell a question, but she doesn't seem to know how to tell me. Without a voice and everything."

Chell nudged him and pointed to GLaDOS. He looked at her confused.

"I don't know what your trying to tell me."

Chell sighed.

"I think she's trying to get you to ask me, which I will gladly help you with AFTER you get the cage fixed."

"Oh, yeah. Of course. The cage. Right on it, luv."

Chell sighed again. It sucked being mute.

...

An hour later Wheatley returned to GLaDOS's chamber with the now fixed cage.

"Did the best I could. Not perfect, but should work."

GLaDOS looked at the cage. She wouldn't admit it, but it looked good.

"Um..."

She looked at him. "What is it?"

"You said you would help me with that thing I was asking Chell about earlier."

GLaDOS had kinda hoped he'd forgotten about it.

"What is it?"

"Well, the other day I heard a woman tell another woman that she had a nice 'rock' and I don't understand what that means."

GLaDOS rolled her eyes. "She was talking about the other woman's ring. 'Rock' is a slang term for a gem."

Wheatley nodded. "So why does this woman have a 'rock'?"

"A person gives another person a ring to show them that they love them."

"Oh." Wheatley thought for a moment. Suddenly he smiled. "Thanks, luv. You helped me a lot." He dashed out of the chamber.

GLaDOS sighed. "Thank God that's over with."

"Aren't you the least bit curious why he seemed so happy all of a sudden?"

A voice GLaDOS had been trying to get rid of for years.

"It honestly doesn't matter."

"I think it does."

"Nobody asked you, Caroline."

Caroline just chuckled.

...

Two weeks went by and Wheatley seemed more distracted than ever. GLaDOS figured that since she answered his questions, it would fix the problem, but it only seemed to get worse.

Suddenly one morning, Wheatley approached GLaDOS in her chamber.

"Yes." she said, slightly annoyed.

"Well, um." Wheatley shifted his feet.

"Spit it out."

He took a deep breath. "Ok. So you know how you told me that one person gives another person a ring to show them that they love them."

GLaDOS had no idea where he was going with this. "Yes I do, why exactly?"

"Um, well..." Wheatley pulled out a ring, made of scrap metal, holding a glossy white stone, about the size of a dime.

"I made this myself. I know this kind of rock isn't the same, but I like it better. It took me almost two weeks to find the perfect one."

He handed it to GLaDOS. "It's for you."

For once in her life, GLaDOS was at a loss for words. She looked at the ring. Not perfect by any means, but she could tell that he put alot of work and care into making it.

"What do you think?" he asked, expecting her to be mad at him.

She looked up. "Why me?"

"Because your my friend and as such, I love you."

GLaDOS smiled. "Thank you, Wheatley."

"Your welcome." he smiled. "Well I have to get back to work." he left the chamber.

GLaDOS took one more look at the ring he had made her. Sure he didn't fully understand that rings were given for a different kind of love, but it was sweet all the same. She slipped the ring on to find that it was a perfect fit.

"Hmmm. Seems like fate is trying to tell you something."

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