Hello! This is the first fanfic I've ever posted, so I hope it's good. Pixar's new movie was so amazingly wonderful that it inspired me to sign up and wait two whole days just to write about it. This is a short little thing I whipped up about the moments when Wall-E and EVE fall in love. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Wall-E or EVE or their magnificent love story. They belong to Pixar. I only wish they were mine.

I also do not own "Hello Dolly!" or the song "It Only Takes a Moment"

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ALL THAT LOVE'S ABOUT

WALL-E

"And that is all that love's about..."

The sole living creature on the earth sat amongst his beautiful piles of bewildering clutter, safe from the dust storm outside his truck. He was watching the mysterious old video tape he'd rescued long ago from the earth's rubbish, the same old video tape he had watched every evening for centuries past. He'd never thought to wonder how long he'd been there on that planet amongst the fascinating garbage left behind by humans, doing the same job every day—scoop and pile, scoop and pile—constructing towers of trash taller than the strange metal-and-glass edifices that the humans had created ages ago. He wasn't unhappy with his situation: there were always new things to discover, after all. He had his pet cockroach to follow him around all day and keep him company while he stacked his garbage cubes. And once in a while, he could even catch a glimpse of the stars through the haze that darkened the sky. What could be better?

What, indeed?

Things were good. He knew things were good. But his video tape seemed to tell him that there were other things in this universe, things that were even better. Wonderful, unimaginable things that he didn't have, and thus didn't quite understand. But they intrigued him. He may not have entirely understood, but all he really knew was that, whatever it was, he wanted it. He wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything. He wanted to discover and experience all that the universe had to offer. He wanted to live.

He had long ago forgotten that robots did not usually want. Or live, for that matter. They existed. That was all.

But his wide binocular eyes absorbed the images on the screen hungrily. Something inside of him was whirring, analyzing, wondering, imagining—moving far beyond what had been built into him originally, far past his simple programming. He watched this video every night because, like the rest of his treasures, it was much more than garbage. It held the secret to whatever it was he wanted so much; he didn't understand, but every time he watched it, he was sure he came just a little bit closer. The two figures on the screen, a human male and a human female bedecked in strange costumes, were producing noises at each other. But not just noises. He'd long ago realized that they weren't just noises. There was a kind of meaning in it, and a kind of—what could he call it?—a flow, a rhyme, a melody? Yes, something like that. He'd watched it so often that it was practically etched into his programming. He knew exactly how it looked and sounded as the hands of the two noise-making humans let their hands settle comfortably into one another on the screen. But he still watched intently, enthralled, trying his best to understand. Just two hands, holding each other. Just holding.

He put his own clumsy metal hands together, trying to imitate the people on the screen. What did it mean? It was so simple, yet so significant somehow. Everything he wanted was locked in that gesture, like a magnificent secret. But he couldn't quite unlock it. It wasn't the same for him, because he didn't have any other hand to hold except his own.

The rusty Waste Allocation Load Lifter, Earth-Class—the last Wall-E left running on the earth—released a creaking sound that could have been a sigh. That was it—the something that could have been better. The people on the video had something he didn't have: they had each other. Of course, there were always new things to be discovered, and that was wonderful… But there was no one else around with whom he could share his discoveries. Sure, he had his faithful pet cockroach, but that just wasn't the same. He wanted what they had. Whatever it was that made them make those lovely noises at each other.

A more rational robot would never have allowed itself to feel all these things, to wonder and dream, to long for something besides simply what it was made to do. But Wall-E, after being alone on the earth for centuries, had long ago stopped being rational. Life was far too beautiful to be rational.

The rusty little robot beeped fondly at his pet cockroach as the little bug snuggled into its favorite twinkie. Wall-E hoped he would have a good sleep—after all, tomorrow was going to be another big day of doing the exact same things they'd always done.

The next day came and went as predictably as ever. Wall-E was returning to his truck with his Igloo cooler—full of new knick-knacks—hanging off his back, as usual. He'd found some interesting things that day among the rubbish, the most exciting being a strange, delicate little green thing he'd discovered sticking out of some dirt under an old refrigerator. He didn't know why, but it seemed different than all the other garbage he shoveled and piled day after day. It was so delicate and fresh—almost alive—he knew it was something really special. Something you don't find every day.

He was just rolling up the ramp to his truck, ready to spend another night alone watching his same old video tape again, when something caught his eye. His round eyes whirred and buzzed as he processed what it was—something small and red. A little red dot, there on the ramp of his truck. He reached out a metal hand to snatch it up, and in an instant it had darted away.

Intrigued, he followed the little red dot, chasing it curiously far away from his truck and his familiar piles of garbage. He only grew more determined to catch it the quicker it darted away from him, and soon he had wandered into a wide open space of dried up earth. He was too preoccupied with chasing the strange red dot that he didn't notice the hundreds of other little red dots, all forming a great circle around him and rapidly drawing nearer.

A few moments too late, he realized the red dot was a beam of light, and that the beam of light was being emitted from a very large spaceship, and—most importantly—that very large spaceship was about to land right on his head.

Wall-E let out a metallic squeal of alarm, and hastily darted around, searching desperately for some kind of escape. Dust stirred up everywhere around him, and the thunderous noise of the spaceship's engines rattled the ground beneath him. At last, unable to think of any other way to protect himself, Wall-E frantically dug himself into the ground.

A few moments later, the great rumbling had stopped. Wall-E hesitantly emerged from the makeshift shelter he'd dug himself into, shaking with fright and clumsily bumping his binocular eyes on the bottom of the spaceship. He squinted, attempting to see through the dust. As it finally began to settle, Wall-E watched in astonishment as a round pod was lowered out the spaceship, and a large mechanical arm stretched down and punched in a code on the keypad at the front of the pod. There was a hiss as the pod opened, and Wall-E cowered but scooted closer, terrified at what strange surprise might come out of the pod but too curious to resist.

The little trash-compactor watched—and in only a moment, he finally understood exactly what the humans in the video tape had been singing about.

Out of the pod came an object that shone in the sun—white and flawless, hovering in the air. She blossomed unexpectedly, opening up into another robot, a thousand times more beautiful and graceful than himself. Blue eyes, as haunting and bewitching as the universe through the clouds, flickering coolly onto the black screen of her face. There was a soft humming sound as she hovered in the air a moment, blinked, absorbed her surroundings, and began meticulously and apathetically scanning the landscape.

Wall-E was captivated. Having developed an imagination and a taste for aesthetics somehow over his 700 years alone, he could appreciate the beauty even of something as simple as a spork. But now here, at last, was another living robot, and she was the most beautiful thing Wall-E had ever laid his binocular eyes on—and the paradox of her clean, sleek white form against the barren, dusty landscape, made him feel very strange. Like the feeling he got when he watched his video tape, or when he discovered something new, or when he watched the sunset from his truck. Like all of that, only all at once—and much better.

The spaceship soon began to rumble again, and in a panic Wall-E momentarily forgot about the beautiful robot and quickly buried himself again to avoid being incinerated. The spaceship lifted off of the dry ground and soon it was high in the sky. Wall-E emerged from his hole once more, and carefully watched the other robot as she watched it disappear through the smog.

And as soon as it was gone, she took off soaring into the air.

If Wall-E could have known at the beginning of that seemingly ordinary day, that by the end of it he would fall in love, he still could not possibly have prepared for it. Until that moment, he did not even truly understand what love was all about. But in a single moment, everything had changed. Now his wide eyes were transfixed on the gleaming white figure as she swept and twirled through the air with marvelous grace. He could feel the joy in her flight—he knew about joy, and he knew that was why she flew. He shared her joy as he watched her. Little wipers swept over his eyes, clearing away the dust she stirred up, allowing him never to lose sight of her for even an instant. For 700 years he'd been on this planet, doing what he was made for. But only now did it all really mean something.

Robots weren't supposed to fall in love. They existed. That was all. But no one had ever told Wall-E that. And even if he'd known, he probably would have fallen in love anyway.

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Hm well I thought I would do this in one shot, but I think it'll have to be two chapters after all. Next chapter: EVE! Coming soon.

Reviews, please! :)