WALL-E: Answer
mission_insane Fandom: WALL-E
Title: Answer
Rating: Fiction K+
Warnings: Spoilers. Duh.
Notes: "It's because I met you That I began to walk toward the future I want to know the answer To the question of why I was born"
She floated atop his home, completely still and quiet aside from a flashing light and beep to match. She didn't move an inch as he rolled away, deflated.
And he slowly went back to his work, the same work he'd been so proud to show her a few days ago, staring at each square and remembering that EVE was more like a circle. Staking each cube haphazardly, despite the foundation being the most important part. He knew this, but he still acted as if the someday looming tower could fall on top of him for all he cared. Stopping, he pulled a lighters, no, the lighter, simply staring. The flame danced for him like it had for her. The connection it brought was horribly nostalgic.
For the first time, WALL-E questioned why he was on that brown, dusty planet.
The ground shook, and his pathetic cube fell to the ground. The familiar sound of rockets boomed, and his eyes shot upward to catch the sight of the worst possible thing he could have.
No.
There was no answer to the question of why he was here. Not without her.