A/N: you guys have no idea how happy I was when I checked my computer had found reviews. I CRIED. It was pathetic, and yet I was so amazed people read it, and then took their time to write down what they thought.

And then I've been watching the traffic stuff on my profile, and this story has even been read around the world? (I'm talking about you, "Isle of Man" and "Trinidad and Tobago")I was taken aback. Because that is awesome.

Ok, enough with that, yall are super special awesome, just don't let it get to your head. Enough horsedoodles, let do this.

A speck in the distance hurdled towards the duo, creating a sonic wave of radio noise.

"!"

Atlas and P-body quickly exchanged glances. This would not be good.

As the speck came closer, more details could be made out. The speck seemingly was composed of two familiar-looking orbs held together by what looked a lot like PORTAL DEVICES!

Atlas and P-body sprung into action. Forget the spheres, and the radio screech, they HAD to get those two guns back.

"WE'RE IN SPAAAAACE! SPACE!"

The two bots braced themselves for impact with the screaming junk. While screams of "SPACE!" encompassed the majority of what they heard, another, familiar british voice piped up.

"I KNOW we're in space, mate. We've been here for more than-OHMYGODWHAT ISTHATTHINGCOMINGTOWARDS-"

The collision, if had been in a normal gravitated state, with normal friction, and normal air, might've sounded like a tin can's first meeting with a meat grinder, but under the circumstances, it was quite anti-climactic.

P-body and Atlas were thrown backwards by the force of the impact. They sailed along with what they had caught, spinning and holding each other, too afraid to let go or lose the other. Or the precious portal devices. They could never really come to a stop, but they could try to stop spinning. And they did so.

Atlas tilted and flung himself an opposite way, which neutralized their spin. He rolled his eye and shook his body in its holster as P-body did the same to reorient themselves.

Their attentions were focused now on what they had held. By some kind of incredible luck, the two spheres were joined together by their discarded portal devices, and were quite tangled in the mess. Atlas yanked his portal gun free, effectively solving the problem, as P-body grabbed at hers. They each stared intently at the two spheres, now known to both as personality cores.

The one they had heard screaming, had a large yellow eye dead center, and continued to let out excited gasps and twitches. It shook and vibrated and spouted phrases about space. It was interesting for the first minute or so, but after listening to it almost shatter their radio transceivers and not shut up, Atlas was ready to rip its eye out. P-body stopped him, and pointed at the other.

It was faced away from them, but by the look of it, in bad shape.

P-body elbowed Atlas and pointed. It was Wheatley, the one who had awoken them to their first days. The same one who became kind of a big douche as he subjected them to his moronic and terrifying tests. What they had seen because of him could never be unseen, no matter how many reboots they could go through.

Wheatley himself seemed to be making quite a show of trying to ignore the two bots. The last thing he wanted was more memories of how he became monstrous and tried to kill-he frantically shook his eye plates. He needed that memory gone. He would never see her again, yet she would still linger in his mind. He muttered to himself and shook back and forth, floating along with the group. In any case, the two robots, no matter how simple they were had to at least been somewhat sore to see the thing that had caused them trauma back in the facility.

P-body picked him up and shook him.

"AUGH!" Wheatley screamed through the radio. "Stop that this instant!"

P-body complied, and turned him so he faced both her and Atlas. They stared expectantly at him, while holding their respective portal devices at their sides.

"I-I..uh..well…" Wheatley looked sheepishly up at them, remembering what he had put them through. The torturous chambers of his own idiotic design, the turrets he used unendingly, the gel paints, oh dear God, the gel paints…funny, most of this all happened within the span of a few hours. But Wheatley could tell by their silent glares that they had indeed not forgotten. "Hmm…well, you see, I…" Wheatley became more nervous. He was never really all that good under pressure. Then again, the situation appeared quite ironic: space had no pressure. He archived that irony for later enjoyment. Wheatley looked the other bots in the eyes. They looked like they were getting impatient.

"SPACE! BA BA BA BA BA!" The space core interrupted the tension with one of its songs.

"Now's not the time, mate…" Wheatley muttered under whatever breath cores had.

The space core ignored him, like always. It cart wheeled around the three others and began to sing louder.

Atlas became annoyed. He did not know what the emotion was called; he had never felt it before, and yet he felt it rise up inside of him. If he did not take care of the nuisance, he would pop a circuit.

The space core didn't seem to mind, and continued its shenanigans."Space space space space. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Space."

Atlas decided that right then was a lovely time to snap. And so he did. He launched himself forward and caught the nuisance.

"SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE~" it responded, unfazed by Atlas's obvious aggression.

With one swift leg movement, the sphere was punted away from the group at a high velocity. Its noises soon faded as its radio signal fizzled out. Atlas hoped he would never have to deal with such bullshit again. But the sphere was gone, and so was most of the resentment directed at it. He returned his gaze back to Wheatley, who was still capable of being resented at.

For such a core that had gotten so corrupted [pun archived] and evil at the time, Wheatley sure was quaking with fear. P-body wondered thoughtfully. Was it because it was afraid of the two of them? (more than likely after Atlas's actions, it scared P-body a bit too.) Or maybe overcome with guilt? P-body did not know what that felt like, but watching the once massive core shiver and shake in their towering presence sent a thought of sympathy through her system. She gently patted Wheatley on the head in a reassuring manner.

Atlas protested at her actions; this was the same core that sent them through hell and beyond. He was cut off by P-body reminding him that he was based off a personality core, and that it made the two almost brothers.

Atlas stared at her, with a look of horror mixed with disgust. She ignored him and urged Wheatley on. She asked how he managed to get himself stuck in a vast place.

Wheatley felt a bit more at ease from that interaction. "Well, as you both are fully aware of, I'm sure, well, you were there at the time, so yes, you are aware. I was what I suppose She is now… Terrible, destructive…murderous…" Wheatley paused, fighting the suppressed memories of…her. "We fought. The lady 'n' me. She won. She shot a portal on the moon, it sucked us both out. But She grabbed her…and pulled her back in…I haven't seen her since…" Wheatley closed his eye lids. "I'm better now. Not-not just because I've been floating in space! I know what I've done and I regret it! Terribly. Terribly I do…"

Atlas stared down at Wheatley. He DID feel some connection to the little guy, not because of model (hell no) but because of that guilt. Atlas at this point felt more responsible in launching both him and P-body out into space, and felt terrible about it. More so than the time he disengaged the light bridge from underneath P-body's feet and caused her to fall into liquid acid and explode. Good times. In any case, his tension was relieved, a bit.

P-body listened better than her round companion did. She felt more sympathy towards Wheatley than anyone may have in the last week or so. (considering the company he kept, there wasn't much of a competition) She did, however, want to know what had the core so broken up about though.

"The…lady…a nice lady, actually. I woke her up maybe a month ago; looked like a mess, but then again she WAS in stasis, so you couldn't really blame her…ah. Um. She was also the same human who took Her down the first time. Impressive, no? I had no idea at the time, if we hadn't have stumbled upon Her then, maybe I wouldn't have ever known. Oh well, small world init?" Wheatley stopped. He was rambling again. Was that part of his programming? To ramble on when nervous? Maybe he was a moron.

"Chell. That was her name. She was…amazing. The best thing that had happened to me since I was booted hundreds of years ago. Even if nothing actually happened during that time until she came along; to me, still, she was everything. And….I threw it all away for power. Power for what? Stuck out here in bloody space!"

P-body inquired casually if the emotion of "love" humans were known for was what he was talking about.

"wha-what? N-no! of course not! I was not built for such a thing! I only meant that as far as humans go, that lady was an interesting specimen and how foolish I was to have thrown it all away for a sake that was most unscience and whew, was she smart and pretty—by human standards—not that I would know or anything! But not to the testing facility! No sir, it's good that she's gone, right? She IS gone, correct? Of course, She must have kept up Her end of the bargain. That's good. Well I hope that lady is living a nice life right now let's stop talking about this now. "

Wheatley abruptly ended the feed, but noticed the portal guns, and started it back up. "Oh! Those are portal guns! Brilliant! You took them with you! We can get back to earth with those! You can take me with you and we can find Chell!" He froze. "No… not without a portal left on the earth, and even then…the vacuum of space won't let us back in…" Wheatley closed his eye, thinking hard.

Atlas and P-body exchanged glances. They followed Wheatley's example and continued to think. Not that it would help much, since they'd already been doing some sort of thinking before Wheatley had shown up.

Bored, Atlas stared at his portal gun. He remembered when he first got it. GLaDOS dangled it high above his head and made him jump for it. His legs weren't made properly, so when he fell back down, they snapped. Then She said something about him being a worthless prototype. Then he exploded. It was a most unpleasant experience. Come to think of it, most of the experiences involving him from the time of his awakening up until now were not pleasant. The only ones he could think of were when he and P-body were alone, and free from Her eyes. He forced himself to focus. Honestly he wasn't helping much, not that any of them were… Suddenly, Atlas noticed on his gun that one of his portals was activated. A jolt of hope sparked into his head. He looked wildly around to see if maybe the portal was around—which it wasn't. Vaguely he remembered letting loose a portal back at the laboratory shortly before P-body flung them into space.

He elbowed P-body and ecstatically explained what he thought they could do. P-body glowed with excitement. They could go back to earth now!

"Bloody brilliant!" Wheatley chimed in. "Quick, float to the surface of the moon and pop a portal there!"

Atlas stared down at him. Did the core think he was off the hook, and he and P-body would help him out of his spacey torture? Atlas crossed his arms, and prompted P-body to do the same. She complied, thinking nearly the exact same thing as Atlas.

"What? We haven't a moment to spare, let's go!" Wheatley continued, pleadingly.

Atlas looked from to small core to P-body, then back to him. He wondered if he would betray them like he did that human, and why would they even help him if he had been so mean to them.

"What? What are you talking about!" Wheatley stammered and shook his optic furiously. "I will never ever ever betray someone again like that. Or any time! I went mad! I was bloody bonkers!" he softened. "You two have no idea how terrible I feel. It's…killing me. I'm sorry about what I put the both of you through, truly I am. But I need to find her. I have to make things right. You two are the only ones who can help me. If not, I'll be stuck out in space forever, with no company but the bloke who just drifted away, forever at war with the insatiable guilt I still feel. To her, and to you both."

P-body was affected by his display of emotion. Atlas was not. He narrowed his optic at the small sphere, but P-body nudged him, letting him know that they should indeed trust Wheatley. And if he showed any signs of general douche-baggery, they could easily mangle his tiny body and parade it around as a birthday(?) present to GLaDOS.

Wheatley shuddered. "Ah. Right. Okay. I'll just make a uh, mental note then. 'Do not betray. Ever.'" He got the point. "What do you say, will you help me?"

P-body wondered what would be in it for her and Atlas. After all, they were about to risk a lot for the sake of a core that had just months ago been a source of terrible memories and experiences.

"…Adventure…?" Wheatley offered weakly. Honestly he had nothing to offer the two in his condition, and even if he got back to the lab, he had nothing there either. The two robots before him would have to help him out of sheer charitibility. He wasn't sure that they were capable of such a thing. They WERE built by Her, after all…

Atlas stared intensely at Wheatley. Adventure? He liked that. He immediately accepted.

P-body saw the excitement in Atlas's optic and movements. Not one to rain on his parade, she sighed and turned to Wheatley. Yes, they would help him out. But they were going to have to do something about getting back from the void of space, and then deal with GLaDOS in her chamber. Not to mention actually LEAVE the facility.

If he could have, Wheatley would have paled. Instead, his optic pupil shrank and began shaking. "H-her? You're kidding aren't you? No…no you're not, are you? Oh dear, no you aren't…" Wheatley began to whine. If there was anyone who hated him with the white-hot intensity of a thousand burning suns, it was Her. And She was not someone he wanted to meet back up with. He knew full well how many different ways She could destroy him, and make them all last forever, the pain of it all neverending. She was a bitch like that. But for Chell, he would do it. He would face GLaDOS in her own domain for Chell. Yup, he was going to be brave this time, and not back down or be afraid. Somehow, he and these two bots were going to break out of Aperature Science, escape from the clutches of Her and find Chell! He felt bold and brave, and turned to Atlas and P-body to tell them he was ready to go.

The moon must've snuck up on them, it was so close, and they were standing on the surface, with P-body holding onto Wheatley. He didn't even feel it happen. Suddenly he didn't feel very brave anymore.

Atlas signaled them to be ready; they were going to have to fight against the pull of space to get in and fight it again once in.

"Uh…" Wheatley began, concern raging inside of him.

It happened very fast. Atlas's portal was shot at their feet, and in an instant the two bots and the core flung themselves into it, landing in the facility. Before the vacuum could suck them back out, Atlas fired off a dark blue portal on the other side of the wall, sealing them in.

As they reoriented themselves, a familiar wave of passive-aggressive hate hit them like a sack of cubes.

GLaDOS's giant body turned around slowly. She glared down at them and then finally spoke.

"Oh. You're back."

Her yellow optic eyed Wheatley. Her expression by that point was unreadable, but the entire room knew what she was thinking.

"So tell me, how did you find that? I'm dying to know."

A/N: I got a request on one of my other stories for an ATLAS/P-body smut fic. I ask you: How? The only possible way I could do that is by turning them both human, as in their robot forms they have no naughty bits, and no suspicious orifices that can be used for…look, it won't work. I would love to, since all the M rated things are GLaDOSxChell (and I'm honestly not a fan of that pairing) and there is currently a lack of P-bodyxATLAS fics. (there is a mini comic up on DA that sorta raises that question. Go check it out. It's so hilarious. XD) I'll try to figure something out, I guess.

Anyway, thank you for reading! I appreciate all your comments, and ask that you leave one so I can know how I'm doing, or if this story has even gained any sort of interest. (So I'll know it's safe to continue writing, assuming the eyes of my viewers have not been permanently destroyed.)