A/N: Okay, this fic is going to have three chapters. Once again, this Wheatley is based off of TickityTockers' design on YouTube. It is by far my favorite Wheatley design. Seriously, it's great. And TickityTockers is AMAZING with animation, I swear.

WARNING: This fic contains Chelley, Android!Wheatley and Mute!Chell

Disclaimer: No.

Okay, well, the first attempt was a failure. But Wheatley still had two other chances, did he not? It was now lunch time, and Chell was in her room eating now. Wheatley walked to her door and hesitantly knocked. When the door opened, Wheatley was wearing a goofy grin.

"May I come in?"

Chell opened the door wider and stepped back, allowing her friend to enter. She hopped back onto her bed and continued eating a sandwich.

"Now, this time I'm telling you for sure." Wheatley had determination glinting in his eyes, but he looked terribly nervous. It was going to take a tremendous amount of bravery to say it aloud, and Wheatley knew that. He ran his hands through his ginger hair and sighed.

"No more on three, just on one like good old times, alright?" He flashed her a nervous grin.

She looked at him curiously.

"Alright, One! I… No, no, no, no. Still can't do it. It's too hard." Wheatley paced back and forth in the room, a hand on his chin as if he were contemplating whether or not to do something.

Chell chewed her sandwich thoughtfully. This thing he wanted to tell her seemed to be causing a lot of inner conflict, and she could only wonder what it was. She could never really know unless he told her, but she could guess and she could hope.

Wheatley stopped pacing and turned his full attention back to the brunette eating a sandwich and staring at him. "Well. This is not going as planned, is it? Let me try again. I… I. Nope, it's not coming out. Hm." The android furrowed his eyebrows, staring at the floor. Never in before in his life as an android had anything been so hard! The questions never stopped invading his mind. What if she hated him for it? What if she was offended? What if she was so horrified that she had a heart attack and died? And how can people die of fear anyhow? That is kind of odd, they get so scared that they just drop dead. Wheatley was glad that androids couldn't die of fear because then he would be dead a long time ago from GLaDOS. She was a very scary thing. Wait, what was he doing again? Oh yes, the words! Of course.

Chell wanted to help him, to tell him that he could do it. But she couldn't speak. She could motion, and she could write, but she couldn't speak. That made things a little difficult. She had tried to go to speech therapy, but it didn't work out.

Wheatley glanced at Chell, who then began to motion at him. She held one hand out flat, and then balled another into a fist. She then motioned her first as if she were holding something and writing over her other hand.

"Paper and a pen?" Wheatley asked, and Chell nodded. The android looked around, found a pen and paper and then handed it to her. She shook her head and pushed it back to him, pointing to her friend and then at the paper.

"Me? You want me to write?"

Chell nodded.

Writing it seemed simple enough. But as Wheatley went to write the words, it just didn't feel right. It sort of felt like cheating, that it wouldn't be legit unless he said It out loud. He scowled at the paper, shaking his head. He turned back to Chell with a defeated smile and said, "I'm sorry, luv, but I can't just write it. It's one of those things that you have to say out loud to someone. Ah, but don't worry, I will tell you today if it is the last thing I do. I just need a little more time." He smiled and then left the room, leaving a very curious Chell alone to finish her lunch.

Attempt two: FAILED

TEN MORE POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR.