A/N: Yes, I totally skip songs that don't inspire me sometimes. I is a cheater. :P

Then again, sometimes I just let myself suffer...

Call WALL-E selfish, but he had no plans to leave the Axiom without EVE, no matter what got in his way. He'd get out of as many escape pods as it took. Take as many shocks as he needed to. Protect as many green things as she wanted, even though he didn't really know what they were (they were pretty though, and more delicate than they seemed at first. Like she was.).

Gopher – Thomas Newman

He simply did what he was told, and in that sense, he was the only well functioning robot left on the Axiom.

First Response: Rosalia's Thorns – Trauma Team Soundtrack

And this was where the trouble truly set in. Where the thorns really appeared. When she saw him dysfunctional and leaking oil. It shouldn't have hurt. It wasn't possible for it to hurt. She wasn't built for it to hurt. If she saw a malfunctioning unit, her only choices were supposed to be ignoring it or reporting it to Buy N Large if it looked like vandalism or was an especially important device.

But WALL-E wasn't important to Buy N Large. He was important to her. And she could only count on herself to fix him now. If she could have passed him along to somebody else and trusted that they would make him better, she would have in a heartbeat, having trouble seeing him like this much less working with his mechanics and seeing all the damage.

But nobody else could fix him like she could. Nobody knew him like she did. A selfish reason, but an all too true one.

0² (Zero-Two) v3 Arrangement Final – GeneralKavakos

Time was time. A system set to be unchanging. Seconds were all the same. Minutes were all the same. Hours were all the same. A computer was programmed to see time at this level of simplicity. Whether it was an illusion or relative or any of that was not how humans set it, and therefore had no importance.

So why was it, now that WALL-E was in danger, time felt like it moved more quickly for EVE?

Humans were blurs. They rushed to and fro, only getting in her way. Stewards seemed to come at her at light speed. Her gun could never shoot fast enough. WALL-E was fading too quickly and she couldn't stand the mess of illogical feelings that somehow ruined her perception and made it all the more keen and in tune simultaneously.

She had to get out of here now. With him now. Now was impossible. She was in a different place than "out" right now. But still, it had to be now.