AN: Sorry for not posting in while, computer was having problems, then I had some personal issues, then the school year started and I was flooded with school work. But I'm back! Sorry I don't have a longer chapter to make up for the long wait.

"WH-what are you doing here?" GLaDOS tried to use her remaining strength to get up, but she was knocked back by the girl.

Wheatley flinched, instead of the orange test subject jumpsuit, he was wearing normal clothing, albeit slightly too big for him. He was standing next to a small black haired boy, who was probably George.

"I... Well, this is kind of a long story," Wheatley chuckled. "Actually, if I'm honest, it's actually pretty short, but 'it's a long story' has a nice ring to i-"

"He stumbled to our house a few hours ago, said he was lost," George interjected. "So you two know each other?"

GLaDOS rolled her eyes. So the moron was trusted immediately, but she needed to be questioned via the elegant, peaceful technique of shoving a shotgun in her face? Bitterly she replied "Yes, you can say that we d-"

"We're not asking YOU!" the girl shouted, tightening her grip on the shotgun. The girl then turned to Wheatley. "You know her? Can we trust her?"

Wheatley opened his mouth, but his brain, in a rare case of...doing its job...managed to stop himself from saying anything. It would be so simple to say she was dangerous and be done with her. They would then just leave her here and she would get what she deserved, or they would...well, do the other thing, and she might deserve that too, so it might be okay, but pretty messy. With all the stuff humans have in their bodies, it won't look good at all, what do they need it all for anyway? But that wasn't the point. The point was that she probably deserved the messy option, too. That after all that she had done, why should he do her a favor? After she talked to him li-No! No! He was doing it again!

"She...she's fine. Pretty good, pretty nice" he said weakly, as if he had to strangle himself to get the words out.

"Really?" Emily whispered to him, "isn't she a bit...odd?"

"Wh-what's wrong with 'odd'? I mean, it's better than being- well, a lot of things. Like murderous. That she is not! Or maybe…"

"Okay, I got the point!" said Emily and then turned toward GLaDOS. "Get up!"

GLaDOS barely did so and started to stumble after the moron and the kids.

"What are you doing?" GLaDOS said to him, pulling him by the collar.

"Nothing?" he tried, chuckling in fear.

"Maybe I should believe that," she replied mockingly, "or maybe you have yet another stupid, overcomplicated plan about trying to kill every single person who tries to help you. I wonder which one is more believable."

"Err... The first one!" Wheatley said, "because this is the... More true one...because I really don't have any plan…"

"Well, maybe I'm just good at recognizing patterns," she shrugged.

The kids stopped and turned around. "Hey! What's going on back there?"

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about," GLaDOS said, "just remembering old times together. Nothing of interest to people like you."

Emily and George looked at each other and narrowed their eyes.

"What ARE you two talking about?" Emily said, suspiciously.

"It's nothing! Really!" Wheatley said, panicking at the sight of the girl's gun. "I mean, we're talking about stuff, but, but, BUT it's kind of private. Not the icky kind of private with the... Human stuff-I mean, us stuff-"

"I think we get the point," Emily and GLaDOS said together.

George chuckled at Wheatley's rambling, but his big sister shoved him and he put on a serious face again. "Anyway, if you say it's nothing, then..." George shrugged and they kept walking.

GLaDOS growled to herself. They seemed to trust the idiot more than her. Perhaps he was just better at acting human (which was probably the only time she could ever use "human" in any sort of positive matter). Or perhaps his stupidity made him look less threating, or he was simply better at being the "weak" one, the one who needed to be nice and ask for favors. In any event, the humans seemed to find some sort of...charm in his charmlessness. Perhaps it was some kind of herd instinct to protect the mentally defective members of the group. She'd have to test that sometime.

Whatever the reason, it seemed that she was going to be stuck with him for a while.