A/N: The last chapter is here! Although I don't really like it... 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.

Alright. Breakfast didn't' go well, lunch was a flop, now there was dinner. This was Wheatley's last chance. It was now or never. If Wheatley couldn't do it on a day he prepared for for who knows how long, there was no way he could do it on any other day. Dinner time was his last chance. He was going to say those three damned words if it killed him!

Oh, but what if it did kill him? What if androids weren't supposed to say that? What if the moment the words left his mouth he just shut off? That would be just horrible. It would hurt Chell so much to see her friend to die in front of her. Maybe he just shouldn't tell her.

"No, no, you're being stupid now, mate," said Wheatley to himself. "You aren't going to drop dead, you are going to say those words and then face the consequences!"

Wheatley was pacing in his room, preparing himself. He would have to try to not think about it too much when he went out there. If he did, he would surely choke. Again. No, he would just have to go out there and just say it out of nowhere, too fast for him to even think about it. Just scream it from the bloody rooftops, that was what he'd do!

Wheatley nodded to himself and then turned to his door. He took the doorknob into his hand. Now or never, now or never. He pulled the door open and walked out into the dining room as bravely as he could, standing up straight and puffing out his chest. Brave, be brave, be brave…

"Hello, luv!"

Chell looked up at him. She was looking over a book at the table as she ate, but her focus on the thing was broken the moment Wheatley spoke. She set it down, her full attention on Wheatley. She was more curious than ever and sure that he was going to tell her now.

Wheatley held his tongue. He just stood at the table awkwardly for about thirty long seconds, staring into her eyes. Oh, no, he was thinking now. He'd given himself too much time. No, Wheatley, he thought. Think about something else. Hm. Look at that vase over there, it's very pretty. A nice shade of red, isn't it? And look at that flower over there, it's pretty orange. Kind of reminds me of her old jumpsuit. I wonder if she's still got the thing? I haven't seen it for quite a while now, but it could be in her closet, I haven't been in there. I think she'd be upset if I went through her closet anyhow.

Chell rolled her eyes and turned back to her book.

What's that thing that Chell is reading? I have never even really seen her read before, I honestly didn't think she could. Then again, I guess she really isn't brain damaged, is she? She's probably just got a glitch in her vocal cords. Humans glitch all the time, don't they? I'm sure they do, nothing is perfect. Some things do get close to it, thought, don't they? He grinned at Chell as that thought entered his mind. Oh, wait, how long have I been standing here? He took a seat at the table.

Chell peered over her book, but Wheatley was still zoning out. The novel hid her grin.

Well that is a big book. She has got to be a bloody genius to read that thing. That monster of a thing is bigger than that bloody mess I read back in Aperture. Now that was a confusing book, didn't understand a word.

Chell shook her head and focused on the novel. Wheatley could be so awkward.

No, no, no. This is not helping, in fact, I bet I look like a bloody moron just sitting here. But I am not a moron, in fact, I think I have got more smarts than some humans, because I have seen some pretty stupid ones on that television thing. Focus, Wheatley! Just spit it out, don't think about it, just say it! NOW!

"I LOVE YOU!"

The book Chell was holding dropped to the table, and she was staring at him with wide eyes. That shocked her completely. That was the last thing she was expecting. He was just dead silent moments ago, and then out of the blue he screams that at the top of his lungs?

Wheatley looked at her awkwardly.

Slowly, a smile began to creep onto Chell's profile, and then she began to laugh. A silent laugh, of course, but a laugh nonetheless.

Wheatley blinked. He was right! He never should have told her, she was laughing at him. It hurt. He frowned sadly. "Oh, well, I didn't think it was very funny, I was serious, you know."

Chell was laughing harder than ever, tears welling up at her eyes. She managed to suppress most of it, but couldn't hold back the giggles that broke out of her.

"Fine then, if it's so funny, go ahead and laugh. I'll just go." Wheatley started to rise to his feet when Chell shook her head and jumped up. She grabbed him by the arm and forced him to sit back down.

She put a closed hand over her chest, then put it over his.

Wheatley's breath caught in his throat. "What're you saying?"

Chell pointed to herself, put her hand over hear chest, and then pointed to Wheatley.

"You… love me?" Wheatley interpreted hopefully.

Chell nodded.

"You do? Oh, man alive! I've never been happier in my entire life!" Wheatley jumped to his feet and pulled Chell into a tight hug, giggling excitedly. "All this time I was afraid you were going to hate me for it and then run away and leave me behind! And then I would be sad because I don't know what I would do without you, not because I literally wouldn't know how to work anything but because I love you so much that life without you would be worse than Android Hell, and let me tell you, that place gives me the creeps. And I haven't even been there!"

Chell began to giggle, too, and hugged back.

Wheatley was grinning from ear to ear. He was glad that he decided to be brave. There was nothing to be afraid of after all.

Attempt three: SUCCESS!

Twenty points to Gryffindor!