Wheatley suddenly noticed something:

He was wearing glasses.

How the hell he hadn't noticed before was beyond the comprehension of such a primitive mind, he did however, start walking more carefully to prevent his glasses from falling off his face.

As he walked, he realised he should probably make a plan.

Step 1: Play with GLaDOS so as to distract her.

Step 2: Find and hit the kill switch behind the 39th panel from the left, starting at the end of the newly refabricated hallway. (If there was one useful thing about being a core who had to stay with scientists, it was hearing where they placed hidden switches and buttons)

Step 3: Leave.

Step 4: Find a way to get The Madwoman in jail.

Yup, perfect plan. Grade A.

When he came to the beginning of the Central Core Chamber hallway, he was feeling very anxious and very, very nervous.

He was so nervous, in fact, that he was hearing voices.

"HE"S MINE! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!" He heard someone scream.

Or not.

"He is MY Friend. And YOU can't have him. You attacked him!"

"I DID NOT! GIVE HIM BACK! HE LOVES ME!" The Madwoman screamed from her panel cage.

"HE DOES NOT LOVE YOU! HE HATES YOU!" He heard GLaDOS say.

Dammit.

"YES HE DOES! AND I LOVE HIM!"

Why. The hell. Does this have to happen. TO HIM?!

"THERE HE IS! See? He doesn't love YOU. He came to see ME." GLaDOS said this as a claw descended from the ceiling, grabbed him, and then pulled him into the Central Core Chamber and hung him five feet in the air like a claw game prize.

"NO! HE LOVES ME!" The Madwoman said, pulling on the panels making up her cage so hard the arms were starting to bend.

"Oh fer god's sake, I DON'T LOVE EITHER OF YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!" Wheatley yelled, so suddenly infuriated he didn't notice the claw around his waist get tighter.

Both of the females were silent.

"You are MY friend and SHE cannot have you." GLaDOS said, silently glaring raw death at The Madwoman.

"I don't want her!" Wheatley exclaimed.

"NO! SHE CAN'T HAVE YOU! YOU'RE MINE!"

"Okay, first: I DON'T WANT EITHER OF YOU! Second: I'M MINE! I'M NOT BLOODY PROPERTY!" Wheatley yelled.

"NO! YOU LOVE ME!" They both yelled at the same time.

"You're both mental! Mad!" He said, horrified.

The Madwoman, who finally broke free from the weak panels, pounced on GLaDOS screaming "GIVE HIM BACK! HE'S MINE! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!"

GLaDOS, in her surprise, dropped Wheatley and used the claw to defend herself from The Madwoman.

Wheatley, seeing his chance, used his pocket terminal to shut off the claw and set up a new box around The Madwoman with two layers of panels.

Wheatley entered something of a trance as he was hacking into the Elevator Mainframe, he didn't really have to do anything as his fingers flew across the device's tiny keyboard.

"See? He put YOU in a cage. He loves ME enough to do... Whatever you humans do while in a bed together."

Horrified little Wheatley broke his trance and just stared at GLaDOS as if she just said she hated Testing while he tried to scrub the mental image from his delete-option-lacking mind.

"What? Isn't that what humans do when they love each other? It says here in the database that when two humans love each other they sleep together in the same bed and then they have children. Although it doesn't say HOW... I was assuming doctors grow them in a laboratory and deliver them to the parents." GLaDOS said, sounding totally dumbfounded by his face.

"Wha...? NO! NononononononononoNO!" Was all Wheatley was able to get out of his horrified little mind.

The Madwoman, not able to hear a thing in her box, was suddenly released from her cage because Wheatley forgot to reset the Rearrangement Timer on the panels. Taking only a moment to figure out where he was, she grabbed him and was run-dragging him to the now opening elevator.

"Where are you going? Where is he going...? WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HIM?!" GLaDOS said.

"He's mine, you can't have him." The Madwoman said.

GLaDOS, powerless to do anything while Wheatley held his pocket terminal, looked on in sadness as the elevator rose up and the two left.

She was alone again.

A./N.

Everyone probably hates me now. Greeeeaaat.

Thanks for reading and please enjoy!