AN: Thank all of you for being patient with me. School is driving me crazy! I cannot get anything else but school work done! Anyway, here's chapter 7 (God, we are close to the end of this. I hope I can finish it! However, at the same time, I had fun; I'm going to miss it.)

Chapter 7 (All Healed Up)

The sound of wheat against metal with the mixture of wind and internal machinery entered the air while Wheatley kept walking, and reliving what happened just a few minutes ago. If he had a heart, it probably would still be skipping out of his throat (that is, if he had a throat too). He got away with that. And he couldn't believe that fact. It was then that he truly noticed how lucky he really was to evade her cruel punishments. All this time, he thought that if she figured out that he was helping the one thing that threatened her very existence, she would've undoubtedly gut out his internal wiring and throw him into the incinerator. She didn't. Oh thank God she didn't. He could still help her, and now no one was really standing in his way or preventing him to do so. All the weight of the world was off of his shoulders, the job would be much easier.

Oh… However, now is never the good time to talk secretly or even think about secrets, for that matter. All of his privacy was gone. All of his thoughts were quite possibly read by her at that moment. Everything he says would be sent straight to her. He felt uncomfortable after he recovered from his panic attack a few minutes ago. He'll be fine as long as he doesn't think of anything that he will regret in the future. Just as long as he doesn't think or say anything that would possibly anger or annoy her, he'll be just fine. Ugh, he hopes that all this, "fixing-Chell's-leg-and-even-putting-it-back-in-pl ace" situation would be worth it, especially that all of his thoughts are now peeped by the most dangerous and violent AI ever known.

He ventured until he found the same old lonely cliff side that she was living in (temporarily anyway). Her head turned and she beamed slightly and waved at him. "Hey, love" Wheatley uttered as he walked closer to her until they were about a foot or two apart. It was then that he noticed that the ugly shoulder wound that he inflicted upon her when he was power mad was almost healed all the way up. The wound was replaced with a thin scar that was hardly noticeable. Maybe that was a representation of their friendship, it was all healed up. Even if she still didn't quite trust him a hundred percent, he thought of them as friends, like old times. He liked her, he really grew fond of the human, even if they were quite smelly or some of them weren't bright. Well, she was bright; he kind of meant that "not-so-bright" comment to the other humans he met. For some reason, he keeps thinking that she was the most beautiful as well, even if she was still covered in mud and gel, he didn't really know why. He was embarrassed to admit it for some reason, even if it was to himself. He shrugged all of his thoughts away and his optic's direction pointed to her slightly injured leg. "How's your leg, is it alright?" He asked and she gave out a positive sign and nodded.

"Do you want to start walking today?" Wheatley suggested, "If you don't feel comfortable to start then that's okay, I'm fine with that. However, I think we should start today, lovely day isn't? Anyway, that's just my preference… You do what you want." He rambled his way. Another nod from Chell showed up as a response, this time a little hesitant for some reason.

She used the old oak tree for support to get up and slowly and steadily, one step on her left leg and then her right and then she took a deep long breath. "That's the spirit! Breathe Chell, helps with the concentration, I would imagine… Do you, er, need help? That looks difficult." Wheatley commented. Chell, like the strong yet stubborn woman she was, rejected the offer but the moment she did, she tripped and was back to step one. This happened twice without his help, and then she sighed out of frustration and offered for his assist, using that handy twig to communicate in the dirt. "Of course. I'll be glad to help you, love! Alright, tell me if you don't feel comfortable or whatever reason. Okay… Here we go." He used his limbs to lift her up on her feet (he forgot how skin felt against to someone who has metal as outer layers, it felt pleasant). "Alright here's the tricky part…Go on," Wheatley commented, trying to have her replace one step to another. Chell wobbled out of balance and then Wheatley caught her, surprisingly without fail. However, she fell a few times and then was sent back to square one and it just repeated over and over again.

This sequence happened a handful of times until she was able to walk with ease. It only took around a few minutes before the muscles in her unused, once broken leg to familiarize with walking. When it happened, she smiled and stretched out her toes and breathed deeply. Who knew that she would miss the simple ability to walk? Then again, no one knows how much they care about something or how much they value it until it is tragically torn away from them. For Chell, she is just grateful that she can breathe with ease, and is overall healthy, besides living off of apples for a few weeks, having poor hygiene and being slightly dehydrated, that is. She's free, finally free. Forever.

"Brilliant! You did it love! Oh, I can't believe it! Truly great news! Exciting! Um…How about a victory hug for Wheatley, huh?' Wheatley pleaded, mostly the excitement speaking. Chell looked at him, fully standing and was silent, in her words and her actions. He then felt extremely embarrassed. "…or not. That's okay, Chell. I-I was just really…" He sighed "Happy for you."

Surprisingly, she softened up a little bit and smiled before she gave him wobbly and poorly balanced hug. He 'smiled' and awkwardly returned the favor. Everything was going to be okay now. She was going to be safe and free, away from any troubles while he gets a punishment. He is content with that feeling that she will be peaceful and away from any harm… Everything was going to be alright and it is going to turn out for the better.

…or so he thought.

AN: Thank you for waiting for this. Sorry it's so short but I had to prove that I am doing something, right? See you in the next update; the next chapter is going to be fun! *Evil smirk*