Test Chamber 033: Propulsion Gel

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Making their way to the next testing chamber, Wheatley bid the Chief and Tyler farewell for the time being and slipped into the next testing chamber with Chelldon.  He was almost beside himself with happiness for reasons his circuitry really could not handle well.  It didn't matter, the point was to do the testing, to keep Chelldon safe and--

And Wheatley realized how bad of an idea all of this was the moment he stepped into the room.

Jumping.  Lots and lots of jumping.

And here he was, no long fall boots, nothing to protect his delicate parts from breaking...  "This...might be...oh...a bit bad.  Yes, sort of very bad."

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Chelldon had no idea what had just happened but he was pretty sure Wheatley had just either tried to eat his fingers or kissed him. That was odd. He hadn't been kissed before, he had been locked in this facility since his youth and chicks had never dug the whole test subject who doesn't speak thing. Which was a shame.

He watched Wheatley flail and months of this had lead him to believe nothing would happen but the man falling over and whining for a bit. He didn't expect their to be that orange junk and he'd not seen this actually dangerous situation coming.

Leaning over the edge, he tried to grab wheatleys arm but he was miles too far back so what did he do? He leapt right off the ledge and grabbed onto Wheatley in a full body sort of hug without thinking. Why did he do that? Oh great, now he was going to die. Shooting a portal up, he aimed at the narrow space of uncovered floor in front of the incinerator.

They both went flying straight down but instead of hitting the horrible fire as expected - yes, even with his portal plan it was what he had expected - and instead they landed in a pile just across the room at quite a painful force.

Oh God, luck was so on their side today.

And yes, he was still indeed latched onto Wheatley in a hug.

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"I..." Oh God! "I-- I'm---" He couldn't breathe, he really couldn't breathe! It was fantastic and absolutely horrifying and wonderful and-- "I'm alive! I'm alive and you saved me! You saved me you beautiful...amazing...wonderful--"

No more finger kissing. No more nibbling or hugging or any of that. Chelldon got his first full on smooch. It was platonic, mouth closed, Wheatley's hands pressed to either side of his face before he squeezed.

It was fantastic. It was glorious. He'd never had a better moment in his life then this. He felt truly, magically, alive.

"Chelldon, you are bloody fantastic!"

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Chelldon stared partially opened mouthed for a few moments before he blinked slowly. Ah, that was what a kiss was, it tasted weird and it was oddly cold but it was nice, he wasn't going to complain, he just liked that Wheatley was rooting for them and, oddly enough, actually praising him.

For weeks Wheatley had once spoken to him like he was a 3 year old who couldn't tell his gun from his hand. Now here he was, someone who was fantastic.

He shot Wheatley a grin and hauled himself to his feet.

He help his core to his feet and brushed Wheatley off before gesturing for him to follow. They didn't have much peace, GLaDOS was soon chiming in. "Well done but Aperture Science would like to remind you that damaging test equipment like incinerators will lead to negative marks on the test so be careful, in future if you are in danger of falling into or onto an incinerator, try not to touch the sides or bleed too much around the edges."

... How pleasant.

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Ever a bit of a weasley sort of fellow, Wheatley cowtowed to the voice and winced just a bit. "Sorry, sorry, I can assure you that damaging the incinerators was not our intention. Rather the opposite, actually. I'm Aperture Science property too and from what I can tell, the only model left."

Well done, Wheatley. GLaDOS's only threat and you just told him that you're on borrowed time?

Wheatley still felt pretty pleased with himself, even as he straightened up. "And I would like to tell you, these are fantastic chambers, just brilliant, but we would really like to stop testing now."

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"I'm sorry, that is unsatisfactory, you must proceed to the last test chamber and while insert subjects name enjoys their cake, you will come personally to me for your card punch. And a promotion. It is long overdue," GLaDOS offered and while it sounded lovely and nice, neither one of them really seemed to assume that it could end badly. Even after the neurotoxin release.

Chelldon was a minor case of serious brain damage and Wheatley was designed to be a moron, they did not make the brightest pair.

But, fortunately, it took Chelldon a few moments to solve the puzzle, align the beams and launch himself and Wheatley across the room and onto the top floor, entering the door with a proud smile. He would so have his cake soon and he'd save some for Wheatley, he was sure there would be enough.

And there was only one more test chamber to go as well.

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