(A/N: Yay
(A/N: Yay! Finally a Wall-E Section! Well, here goes! Just some 3rd person EVE POV Drabbles that I thought might suit her 'feelings'. Plus, the first one is dark, the second one is happy, and the third one is sad to happy.)
She needed the plant. Now. She couldn't let WALL·E be crushed under that thing.
Finally, she broke free of the captivity of Auto's servant, and stole the plant, putting it in the scanner.
It slowly rises, leaving the captain battling Auto. She didn't even notice. All she could focus on was WALL·E.
She looked at him, crushed and dying, probably dead by now. She had a weird feeling.
It was strange, she was sad, she loved him, and those were feelings. WALL·E had taught her feelings.
And here he was, almost rubble. She thought back to the times where they had had conversations, and he had called her EVA instead of EVE. She chuckled sadly, and took his body out from underneath the scanner.
WALL·E booted back up, and miraculously was operational. But too operational. He went through his own knick-knacks and began compacting them. He had a personality. Now it was gone.
He went outside, looking for garbage. EVE followed him, sadly. She loved him, but he couldn't love her. He couldn't love at all.
She stopped him and he turned around. He looked at her blankly. Then it occurred to her.
WALL·E Had always wanted to hold hands.
She reached out and grabbed his hand, but with no response from him, she sighed sadly and rested her 'head' on his. When she was through, she started to leave, but couldn't.
WALL·E was gripping her now. She looked at him in surprise. He moved his eyes a bit then squinted and said, "Eva?"
Then, noticing they were holding hands, he excitedly said, "Eva, Eva!" Gesturing to their hands. Then they rested their heads together and in the background, EVE heard M-O urging the other robots away. The perfect moment.
Another scan. And another. And another. UGH! This wasn't getting anywhere! She let out an angry groan and lit the boat on fire.
The boat toppled over, knocking over several other boats, and then exploding.
She hated being sent to Earth, only to find nothing. Then, another robot came up to her. She scanned him, then with another sigh, said, "Directive?"
WALL·E pulled in some trash, and then let out a cube. The heat from the explosion melted it.
The he asked in return, "Directive?"
EVE couldn't tell him. She didn't think he was much of a threat, but confidential meant confidential.
"Confidential." She stated, quite simply. "Name?" She asked, keeping it casual.
He stammered a bit. "W-W-WALL·E." He said. It must have been a challenge to say his name.
"EVE." She said, being polite.
"EVuh. EVUH. EVA. EVA!" He said, finding a simple way to say her name. She chuckled at this. He was a cute little robot.