A/N: Heeeey, apologies to STARRY, because I am the worst gift giver ever. Apolgoies to Chell and Wheatley for abandoning them in favor of other works, and then apologies to the rest of you who were waiting for more! I still do plan to complete 101 ficlets - just you wait!

Prompt: Imagine your OTP experiencing a blackout at night. Person A is tasked with comforting Person B.

"CHEEEEEEEEEEELL!"

She was instantly off the sofa when the lights went out. Her eyes were not adjusting as quickly as she would've preferred, causing her to nearly trip and hit a wall on the way to where Wheatley had been about to set the alarms for the next morning.

The answer to her was obvious. The power had cut and gone out. It had never happened the entire time they were here, but it had happened at work once. It had given Chell a fright and nearly caused her to flashback to There – once.

This time, it was Wheatley's turn to be frightened.

Chell knew that the dark room wasn't going to help matters at all, so she went to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed a candle. She couldn't tell which one it was, but lit it before going into the bedroom to pull Wheatley out.

"Come on."

With a dry sniffle, Wheatley followed Chell via her hand, being guided towards the sofa. On the table, he could already smell the object. Like gold, and spices. The smell was almost intoxicating, and the light, a warmth that even his own internal systems could not provide.

Chell smiled at the candle, also taking in the smell of the earth and wheat, before turning to Wheatley.

"Know what's happening?"

Wheatley bit his lip. "Just saw all the lights on, and was about to come back in, when they were all out again! I thought when that all went out, that maybe something had happened… Just thinking, it's a power outage, isn't it? Frightening stuff, really."

Chell nodded quietly, understanding his fears. There had always been brightly lit; She had made sure that the place remained on at all hours of the day. The fluorescent lightning was something Wheatley was so used to, it made perfect sense as to why he would be so afraid of the lights suddenly going out.

"I just thought the worst was going to happen, luv. That something might happen to me, too..."

"These outages aren't so bad, you know?" Chell smiled at him, trying to think of ways to reassure him. "We finally get to use one of those candles, and… Well, didn't' you and I technically meet due to a blackout?"

Wheatley visibly brightened, despite the lower lighting.

"You're right, luv! You and I did meet due to a power outage, and that was a pretty big one, too… So… Man alive, wasn't that awful? I wasn't the best pilot either, huh? Still, that's how it was in the first place! You, me…"

Chell settled next to him while he began to talk, the smell of the candle filling the room completely.

"'Course, all this light is impressive stuff. I guess with those wires running around outside, something is bound to happen… But couldn't this happen during the daytime? Least we would've had sunlight..."

Chell shrugged in response.

"When are the lights goings to come back on?"

"No idea."

"Mm.. Can we keep the candle lit until they do?"

"Of course, Wheatley."