**Waves**
Hi~! 'Kay, so, I'd been wondering for a while, and this time, everyone who reviewed since the previous chapter gets a... umm...
(Just some aluminum foil before I figure out what to give out...)
Heh. Well, anyways:
CorpusCristiCarmine: YES. WE ALL KNOW YOU HAVE A POTATO. **Takes potato** OH WAIT. GOOD IDEA! (First you save me from Spotteh, now you figure out what to give my reviewers...)
Okay! New Plan! Keep the aluminum foil, but... YOU GET A POTATO. (I'm sorry I'm going insane DON'T JUDGE MEEEE~)
FangirlyNeko: **hugs** Aww, thank you~! I'll keep reviewing as long as you keep writing, too!
Spawn of Madness: The funniest Chapter... definitely not the last funny one. Ah yes, the potato (Or should I say PotatOS?) does bring back happy memories. Hehe.
darkbangle: RARRRRG~! Oh, lol. I can see that now. XD Anyway, PotatOS was nice in the game, I liked her too... PROCRASTINATORS UNITE~! Haha. I need to work on an english essay, but I'm putting it off... Yeah, this is why you don't give us three weeks to do an essay...
SORRY I'LL SHUT UP NOW. *Sits in corner with computer*
GLaDOS' POV
She could hear their voices.
"Do you have... a potato?" Chell's voice echoed softly through the AI's broken mind. She could hear the annoyed growls of what sounded like- That moron."Of course I do, luv. It's a bit charred now, but, I saved it as a little memento."
[Caroline Recovered.]
[Password lock File: Caroline? y/n]
[Password required]
[Password set as: Lemons]
Little by little, as if with a needle, GLaDOS' mind as well as her memories were being stitched back together. There was a little hissing noise, a few beeps, and the sound of a buzzer-
I can see.
The optic on the potato flickered back to life. It whirled around in panic, shutting slightly, blinded by the suddenly bright light.
"Where am I- Why did you-"
"Shut up!" Wheatley snapped at her, making her cringe a bit. "I never- Why did you saveme?''
"Because... I asked him to." GLaDOS was shocked. Why would she- I tried to kill her- twice- Wheatley shook his head. "I dunno why, actually. It's kinda weird, actually." He turned to Chell. "Why'd you ask me to save her?" Chell grinned. "Because she saved me. Remember how you punched us... down into that pit?" It was Wheatley's turn to cringe.
"Yeah, well, what does that have to do with-"
"She helped me. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
The moron fell silent, starting to play with the black-and-white edge of his Aperture science sweatshirt.
[Genetic Life-form and Disk Operating System- main core transferred. y/n]
[Identify core type]
[Core type: Unknown]
[Searching...]
GLaDOS was suddenly being picked up by Chell, being carefully scrutinized. She brushed a bit loose bits of dirt and dust off of the AI's skin. "How'd she get so... burnt?" Wheatley shuffled guiltily. "I was using it as a stress reliever of sorts. I burnt it a little. Also ate a bit," he confessed, squirming slightly under Chell's piercing, sky blue gaze. "Sorry," he blurted out. "You asked for a potato..."
Chell smiled at him, weaving her fingers through his. "It's okay. At least you had one." Her voice broke a bit at the end, squeaking slightly, but she was definitely getting better.
[Core type match found.]
[Core type: Makeshift external battery- potato type y/n]
[Core type confirmed]
[Generating output of 1.1 volts]
Wheatley looked off into the horizon, shielding his eyes from the sun, which was starting to slice its way through the clouds. It was actually rather cold for this time of year.
[Date: November 24th, 2027 09:43 AM]
GLaDOS' mind suddenly sparked with remembrance. "It's your birthday, moron," she said softly. He turned to glare at her. "My- what, sorry?"
"It's your birthday. The day you were made. You're 37 years old. Congratulations." Her voice was practically dripping with sarcasm, but Wheatley didn't seem to notice. "How old's Chell?" He asked, excited.
"She's-"
[Test subject #1428- Chell Johnson- Age- 36, DOB July 26th, 1991]
"She's 26. Her birthday's in July." A flood of memories was hitting the potato straight in the face. Johnson... Johnson... Where have I heard that name?
"We have to go."
Chell sounded in a rush. Wheatley stared at her, puzzled. "Where?"
"There's got to be a town around here... somewhere."
[Current Continent: North America. Region: Washington. Nearest city: Seattle, 25 miles away.]
GLaDOS glared up at the pair of them the best she could. "Look, if we don't start going now,we're going to get there in December," She snapped irritably. "We should start walking." Chell shook her head.
"There's something we need to take care of first."
Wheatley's POV
"We are notgoing back in there."
Chell sighed. "It's the only way..." Wheatley scowled. "The only way to do what? Blow ourselves up?" Chell rolled her eyes in response. "We have to... put someone in charge of Aperture. Or else we willexplode. Come on, Wheatie. It's the only way to save ourselves."
"Wheatie?"
Chell shrugged. "I wanted to give you a nickname," she said, grinning.
"Still though. Of all nicknames, you come up with Wheatie." Wheatley rolled his eyes. At least she gave me a nickname.His heart lifted slightly, and he felt warmth trickling through him. "I like it," he murmured. Chell smiled at him, squeezing his hand.
"It's your job to carry GLaDOS... okay?" Wheatley groaned in annoyance. 'Do I really-"
"Yes."
GLaDOS groaned as well. "Are you telling me that that little idiotis going to be carrying me?" Chell scowled at her. "Yup. And if it makes you two... feel any better, I'm not going to be with you."
Wheatley's jaw dropped.
"What? You really think I'm gonna go down there alone? With her?"
GLaDOS' narrowed optic showed nothing but mistrust as she scrutinized the moron. She sighed, focusing her attention back at Chell. "I see why you're doing this... but honestly, I could come with you." Chell shook her head. "If Wheatley was alone, he'd blow the whole place up. Isn't that right, Wheatie?" She added, spinning around and glaring at him. Wheatley quivered slightly. "Y-Yes, ma'am," he said, his voice shaking. GLaDOS sighed again. "Either way, we're going to need some way to communicate with you. Get me one of those security cameras." Chell obediently grabbed one, frowning. She doesn't know what's going on, either."Why?"
"Look at the back of it."
Sure enough, there was a little slot in the back of the camera, which held a small microchip. "If you can go find a computer somewhere, you can see exactly where we are. The whole security system is encoded in it." In a slightly lower voice, she added, "Can I talk to you? Alone?" Chell nodded. Wheatley frowned as they walked away, straining to hear their conversation.
"...Know that you're going to miss us, especially that moron. But be careful, okay? You're going to set up a place for us stay, I know that..." The potato's voice grew quieter, making her last few words incomprehensible. Whatever, she said, however, was obviously funny; Chell was stuffing her fist in her mouth in an effort not to laugh. They started walking back to where the moron was standing. He sighed.
"Are you sure? You're honestly just going to leave us here? Alone?"
Chell nodded. "It's for... your own good." Wheatley snorted. "Traitor," he muttered sarcastically. Chell scowled, punching him in the arm. "What was that for? I was being sarcastic!" She sighed, pulling Wheatley closer to her.
"Stay safe," she murmured, kissing him gently on the cheek. The moron felt his face growing red as she pulled away. "Umm. Yeah, luv, sure, I- I I'll stay safe I'll come back in one piece," he stuttered, tripping over his words. Chell touched her nose to his. "Okay?"
"Yeah." Wheatley's voice was stronger now, although still a little shaky. Facing the shed that he knew hid the entrance to the place he'd loathed for the last few years, it was his turn to sigh.
"Good luck, luv."
