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1) YES i do plan to finish the entire fanfic and not end prematurely, i update whenever school and work are not a factor. 2) YES i own a copy of the film 3) NO i do not own the rights to the film (its called a disclaimer) 4) And thank you for cheering me on!:)


CHAPTER 7. LA VIE EN ROSE

It was sundown through the windows of the abandoned shopping center. The quietness was sweetened by the humming sound of Eve's antigravity boots as she glided her way over a heap of trash inside the building in fluid motion. She touches down and walks on as graceful as ever. Not to far behind her, the silence was broken again by the racket of Wally riffling through the trash, trying to get over it, his heavy duty boots kicking up dust and trash everywhere he goes. Eventually he makes it, and quickly catches up to the person he is ever so drawn to. But cautious enough to stay as far out of her way as possible; now that she knows he's here, he still feels fortunate enough to be alive after she tried to kill him. He was still too drawn to her, like a stray dog.

Eve knows he doesn't seem like a credible threat to her, but him following her everywhere she goes is making her feel annoyed, a distraction from her directive. Eve is searching through the shopping center lobby as Wally is atop a flight of stairs, watching her contently. She suddenly looks at him over her shoulder, he jumps thinking shes gonna shoot him; but he ends up falling into rows of carts behind him. Now the situation has become ridiculously humorous; he's trapped in a moving cart down a flight of stairs, screaming past Eve and into the shops front doors, he hit face first with the avalanche of carts pilling up on him, groaning in pain from hitting his face, a mountain of carts on his body, and in humiliation; at least he's alright.

Eve watched in amazement. She knew he was there, for she can hear his footsteps from a mile away. In semi annoyance, she only shot a glance at the young man, trying to make him flinch to shoe him off; only to end in him making a fool of himself and injuring himself. With a pile of a hundred shopping carts pinning him to the front door, a final cart bumps into the pile, making the sliding doors open as if it knew the irony of the situation, now making the carts fall on top of him. She shakes her head in utter disbelief at the site. "Wow" is her only response as she tries to move on to the next area. "A distraction indeed" she thinks to herself.


Night had fallen upon the city; its cloudy but no sandstorms, all is peaceful. The bright blue lights from Eve's scanner lights up the dark of the dead city. Wally sat atop a giant spherical oil container. He sat there gazing lovingly at the woman who was still doing as she was since she first arrived. She was scanning a run-down fuel processing plant in the city center for any signs of what she was looking for.

Eve reaches a flat area, not to far from Wally's position. She knows he's there, but doesn't bother with him, for after her first day on Earth with a close encounter, she decides to call it a night. She pulls out the cylinder that's her downsized cryopod. She pushes a button and drops the cylinder. Before it hits the ground, it expands into its former, full-sized pod instantly. From afar, Wally flinched at it, as if it was goanna explode in front of her. He wasn't the one for surprises. The pod opened up for her, and she lies down in it yawning tiredly, she briefly glimpses Wally eying her from the fuel tower before the pod closes, she dozes off into much needed sleep.

Seeing the opportunity to get another close look at her, he steps down carefully from the tower, but fails miserably when he clumsily slips and falls over, head over heels. It was about 30 feet, but piles of trash seemed to cushion his fall, but a loud metallic crashing sound and his screams echo through the plant. He hit something hard, has new bruises formed on his head, but was otherwise okay so he dosen't mind, he has had far worse injuries before. He looks over the pile trash in front of the building where the woman took shelter. She hasn't heard him; well, it should be safe. He tip-toed his way over to her pod. It was made of a translucent metal, but strangely no seam lines for it to fold-up, so how could it be one solid piece, he thinks to himself, it must have been a form of nanotechnology, allowing different pieces of matter to fuse or separate at the atomic level. The glassy appearance was all foggy white as he can see through the upper half of the container, seeing the sleeping figure of Eve. He stares through the glassy barrier longingly at her; she looked so peaceful, so pretty; the barrier blocks his viewing from any further, he is pressing his glasses and hands on the container, vexed by her image.

He hesitantly backs away, how was he going to communicate with her? Since he has been nearly killed by her a couple times, he thinks he shouldn't introduce himself directly; being near her was tense enough.

"What should I do?"

He taps his fingers together, looking around as if an answer was lying around somewhere on the ground, which turns out to be. He spots something in the trash pile nearby, a toilet rim and mop together. "Hmm" He looks at them thoughtfully and back at the woman. They kind of look like her in a way, the mop's white strains like her hair and the rim like her head.

"Aha!" He has an idea. Wally begins riffling through trash, searching for whatever else he finds; Hal just lays down on the ground nearby, watching his master pull out his tools, getting to work on his first real attempt to communicate with Eve. As Hal eventually dozes off, Wally works through the night.


Come morning, Eve wakes up; she seemed to have a peaceful rest. The pod opens up automatically as soon she was conscious. She gets out of the pod; it shrinking into pocket size, already to continue her mission, but...

"Huh?"

She stopped at the site of something before her. Some contraption resembling a work of art; a statue made of scrap metal, the arms and legs made of welded tubing, and spray painted white. There's a rim with a mop on top of it as a head with two Christmas tree decoration balls dangling in the center, blue like her eyes. She realized it was a poor rendition of herself. She is bewildered of how this 'thing' got here and what it even was suppose to be anyway.

"Weird" she said to no one in particular as she takes in the image of the thing. Still confused, she shrugs it off as she walks past it and to her job.

Wally's heart sunk as he watched his masterpiece get rejected by her, while hiding behind a rack of pipelines.

He slaved over that thing to get it done before she awoke, and to do it right. All she seemed to show was she wasn't impressed with it, and he spent all night in the dark until mere minutes before she woke, for nothing. He cursed himself for not doing a better job, how could he? He never wasn't much of an artist himself, and had limited materials and time. But she still didn't acknowledge him in anyway, and sitting here wasn't going to do him any good.

"Dammit" he silently cursed, slightly kicking the pipes dejectedly, only to add to the day's bad start when the pipes come rolling down on top of him, screeching in surprise and pain as a pile of 100-pound steel pipes pinned him down. Now his art was worthless, pinned by pipes too heavy to get out from, and…That's twice he made a fool of himself in front of her.


Story flow seem familiar? Next chapter, some Wally to Eve interaction...