"AAH!" The blue core screamed in agony, as he heard the words of his most feared enemy. 'It's your lucky day.' He knew all too well that, whenever the AI made any reference to 'fun', or 'luck', she always had something bad planned.

So when he saw the now quickly approaching satellite, he tried everything to get away. He flapped his handles about as if they were wings, in an attempt to flee in the opposite direction of the satellite.

"Nononononono! Please!"

"Stay still."

"Erm, no, definitely not going to stay st- AAh! Oh."

He yelped again as he felt something connecting to his back port. He felt his battery charging, his optic brightening, and, most of all; so. Many. Settings to try out.

While in space, he eventually got into the habit of trying out every single setting he had, one by one. It helped to pass the time, he had way too many of them anyways.

Armed with the knowledge that, no, turning that thing on won't kill you, he'd tried out every single function programmed into him. One day, he even somehow managed to get a female voice. He could clearly remember Rick contacting him that day, and he simply couldn't convince him he was, well, him, until his voice turned back to normal again. Terrible way to spend an evening, that was.

He found a whole different movement setup, utilizing thrusters on the sides of the satellite, and instantly tried them out.

"WHOOHOOO!" He screamed, as he made the satellite look more like a merry-go-round.

"Stop it!"

The signals of the AI came by unheard by the little core, as he was enjoying himself just a little too much. But, well, what would anyone do after being stranded in space for half a year?

He didn't stop spinning, until they suddenly stopped, and disappeared from his setup.

"There. That should help you stop spinning."

"Wha- What?"

"Just sit still."

He didn't have much choice now, anyway. He resorted to just checking out the rest of the satellite. There were loads of settings here, and he was just itching to try them all out. What fun this was going to be!

His fear seemed forgotten. She wasn't saying anything, not that he would notice if she did. On the database, it said that some people find it fun to flip switches, and press buttons.

Back there, he wouldn't dare to; they told him he would die if he did! Now that he knew better than that (which was a first in his book), he spent his days trying everything he saw.

Now he knew exactly why humans find it so satisfying to do.

He connected with the other satellites, aimed a radar dish into space, activated the solar panels… Until he found something. A setting, hidden away, deep inside the menu.

He didn't even read the label; because what is more exciting than a super-secret setting, never to be found again? He activated it right away.

[AS/MGTS#23/Output]: /LOAD_DISENGAGED/

"Erm, what did I do? What load? What-"

"YOU MORON! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" The AIs voice rung in his head like a siren, as threatening and terrifying as ever. The blue light of his optic shrunk to a pinprick.

"I-I didn't do anything! There was- there was this setting, and, and, it was like- erm, 'press me! Press me!' and I, I I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Pleasepleasepleaseplease-"

His begging came to a sudden stop, as he felt that all satellites were doing to same thing; dropping something. His mind raced for the first time in bloody ages, as he came to a terrifying conclusion: he dropped bombs.

Not just bombs, though. Atomic bombs.

All cameras, all sensors, all info feeds were telling him the exact same; bombs. Bloody atomic bombs.

He was trembling even more now, if that was possible. Wide eyed, he stared into the empty space, wishing something could help him, that he could undo what he just did.

He really was, a moron.

He closed his optic, waiting for a response. He knew he had something coming, some form of punishment. He felt his consciousness slipping away somehow, but he didn't mind. He didn't feel pain at some point; he was only grateful for it.

At some point, he noticed a little thing popping up in the upper corner of his interface. It was blurry, but clearly visible.

TRANSFER COMMENCING:

PLEASE PREPARE.

It was blinking in red, that must mean something, right? Normally he just ignored these things; they didn't seem useful, anyway. Just blocked his vision.

But before he could react, he felt himself shut down.

SYSTEM_SHUTDOWN;

"…Is that it?"

"Yes. He should reboot soon."

The pair were now staring at a brand-new looking core in the receptacle. It wasn't turned on. It was an empty hull. That'd soon change, though.

They were seated on two other panels, about two feet away from it.

"Actually…"

"What?"

"I think he shouldn't see you. He's kinda traumatized by you, you know?"

"Well." The AI responded, not even trying to mask the apparent glee in her voice.

Transfer complete.

The announcer came blaring over the intercom, once again.

"It won't take long before he'll boot up. He doesn't have that much systems to run, after all."

With that, the girl shot a glare at the android, who was now hurrying to get back into her chassis. She pulled at the core's handles until he separated from the plug, and took a sprint towards the canteen.

When she got there, she set the soon-to-be Wheatley down onto one of the tables, and sat down in front of him.

The test subject could see a dim blue light emitting from behind the core's metal eyelids. He didn't seem to be awake just yet.

About a minute later, the core slowly opened his eyes. His optic moved back and forth a bit, presumably trying to focus.

"L-luv? Aah! Lady!" The little core said, happily.

"Oh! You're alive! Wot, I, I didn't know you were alive! I thought, that, that, you might be dead, or something, but, you're not! I am so happy to see you again, an- Oh!"

He got cut off, when the girl hugged him tightly. When she let go, the core immediately resumed talking.

"I gotta say, luv, I feel soo good! Like, I haven't felt this good in years!" He made a full spin with his optic, evidently seeping with happiness. That happiness faded, however, when he looked behind her.

"Erm… Can I- can I ask you som'ing, real quick, luv? Where, where are we, now, exactly? We're back in there, are we? A-are we, luv?"

He suddenly remembered how he got here in the first place. He remembered the satellite, the draining of his consciousness, and… her.

"Oh no! nonononononoo no noo! Where is she? We have to get out of here! " He looked around him, panicking.

"Wha- she took away your portal gun! We've got to get out o-"

"We're safe."

The little core's optic suddenly shrunk to a pinprick.

"Wh- what?"

[A/N]

Wheatley! He's back! Hurray!

Now, I know some of you are going to disagree with the storyline, here. I know some of you want Chell to be angry; which would be completely understandable, at that point.

The stories' explanation for this; the mainframe made the little core power-mad. That combined with the itch is enough to him evil. After he's disconnected, he goes back to his innocent, talkative self, as evidenced in the game, when you see him in space.

As for Chell, she probably would've understood that too. At least, that's what I think. I don't blame you for thinking otherwise; both perspectives make sense.

That about wraps it up. Onto the next chapter!