WALL-E: Extraction
WALL-E
SPOILERS!
Extraction
K+
WALL-E/EVE
587 Words
Romance/Drama
Thanks to babycharmander and shadowwolf75 for beta reading the robo-snot out of this thing.
It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye... unless you're WALL-E. In that case, you can just replace it.
Usually.
WALL-E's working eye winced as he looked at the empty shelf. How could he forget to keep his normal part surplus? Okay, bad question, suddenly having EVE (oh, and all the humans) around gave him a plethora of possible distractions.
“WALL-E?” He flinched when EVE came up to him, seeing the damage and lack of replacement. “Ooh.” She thought for a moment, then offered her assistance.
Never in a million years (all of which he dreamed of spending with EVE) did WALL-E think he'd want to refuse an offer from EVE to do something together. And yet, now he wondered if this was a good idea. She didn't know where he got the parts, after all. Wait, had he really never told her before? He hadn't shared something about himself with EVE?! Inwardly, he felt as if he'd created some major gap in their relationship. But all the same, what if it hurt her to know? He looked at her optics, imagining them with a depressed look. He'd already seen them that way once and never wanted to again.
Currently, however, he couldn't roll in a straight line, much less go get replacement parts on his own. There was always asking the humans for spare parts but, between how busy they were and their inexperience with his model, that could take a while. Was there really another option to get parts immediately?
No, there wasn't.
Darnit.
Sans the mechanical babies made for home economics classes, it is physically impossible for a robot to vomit, as it would be quite superfluous for them. Then again, the same could be said for having emotions. EVE felt like she could throw up at any moment, or at the least hug WALL-E and not let go for a good year minimum (something that a robot could do.) She hid all of this quite well though, for his sake. This was how he'd gotten new parts all those years?! Not that it didn't make sense, but it'd never crossed her mind as a possibility. She could have seen miles and miles of half-salvaged WALL-E units if she'd dared to look up again from taking the eye off this one. WALL-E stood behind her, clanking his shovels together awkwardly and a tad guilt ridden. As predicted, EVE was hurt. He could tell by how slowly she moved. A moment later, EVE turned to WALL-E with the salvaged eye. “Thanks,” he said, going to take it.
EVE pulled it away. “No,” she said, oddly sternly, then pointed to herself. “Help.”
WALL-E didn't dare argue as EVE carefully removed his damaged eye and connected the new one, only removing her hands long enough to not interfere with his vision resetting. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up down. Up down. She placed her hands back on his optics gently, moving some of her fingers to make it seem like she was checking something when she was really just staring at him. WALL-E could tell. “Evah...” he said worriedly.
“Alright,” EVE replied, letting go. She really was alright compared to how it must have been for him. He seemed pretty numbed to it be now, but what about the first time? The first times?
WALL-E, with his vision back in order, didn't need to be carried home. He also didn't need to be held protectively close during the flight. EVE did both of these things anyway.
SPOILERS!
Extraction
K+
WALL-E/EVE
587 Words
Romance/Drama
Thanks to babycharmander and shadowwolf75 for beta reading the robo-snot out of this thing.
It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye... unless you're WALL-E. In that case, you can just replace it.
Usually.
WALL-E's working eye winced as he looked at the empty shelf. How could he forget to keep his normal part surplus? Okay, bad question, suddenly having EVE (oh, and all the humans) around gave him a plethora of possible distractions.
“WALL-E?” He flinched when EVE came up to him, seeing the damage and lack of replacement. “Ooh.” She thought for a moment, then offered her assistance.
Never in a million years (all of which he dreamed of spending with EVE) did WALL-E think he'd want to refuse an offer from EVE to do something together. And yet, now he wondered if this was a good idea. She didn't know where he got the parts, after all. Wait, had he really never told her before? He hadn't shared something about himself with EVE?! Inwardly, he felt as if he'd created some major gap in their relationship. But all the same, what if it hurt her to know? He looked at her optics, imagining them with a depressed look. He'd already seen them that way once and never wanted to again.
Currently, however, he couldn't roll in a straight line, much less go get replacement parts on his own. There was always asking the humans for spare parts but, between how busy they were and their inexperience with his model, that could take a while. Was there really another option to get parts immediately?
No, there wasn't.
Darnit.
Sans the mechanical babies made for home economics classes, it is physically impossible for a robot to vomit, as it would be quite superfluous for them. Then again, the same could be said for having emotions. EVE felt like she could throw up at any moment, or at the least hug WALL-E and not let go for a good year minimum (something that a robot could do.) She hid all of this quite well though, for his sake. This was how he'd gotten new parts all those years?! Not that it didn't make sense, but it'd never crossed her mind as a possibility. She could have seen miles and miles of half-salvaged WALL-E units if she'd dared to look up again from taking the eye off this one. WALL-E stood behind her, clanking his shovels together awkwardly and a tad guilt ridden. As predicted, EVE was hurt. He could tell by how slowly she moved. A moment later, EVE turned to WALL-E with the salvaged eye. “Thanks,” he said, going to take it.
EVE pulled it away. “No,” she said, oddly sternly, then pointed to herself. “Help.”
WALL-E didn't dare argue as EVE carefully removed his damaged eye and connected the new one, only removing her hands long enough to not interfere with his vision resetting. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up down. Up down. She placed her hands back on his optics gently, moving some of her fingers to make it seem like she was checking something when she was really just staring at him. WALL-E could tell. “Evah...” he said worriedly.
“Alright,” EVE replied, letting go. She really was alright compared to how it must have been for him. He seemed pretty numbed to it be now, but what about the first time? The first times?
WALL-E, with his vision back in order, didn't need to be carried home. He also didn't need to be held protectively close during the flight. EVE did both of these things anyway.