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Cars
A Car by the Name of Finn McMissile: pixarplanet.com/forums/viewt … 34#p351191
Brake: viewtopic.php?f=24&t=8734&p=374919#p374919
Classified: pixarplanet.com/forums/viewt … 62#p370262
“Date”: pixarplanet.com/forums/viewt … 84#p368384
Holley Shiftwell Decides to Live: pixarplanet.com/forums/viewt … 34#p310930
Ignition: pixarplanet.com/forums/viewt … 45#p371745

WALL-E
And EVE Smiles: pixarplanet.com/forums/viewt … 20#p351520
Untitled Snippets 1: pixarplanet.com/forums/viewt … 41#p351540
Untitled Snippets 2: pixarplanet.com/forums/viewt … 41#p351541

[size=70]You know, I used to be a fanfic writer. :B[/size]

Yay! More topic name puns!

Thus begins a new short story collective to celebrate my glorious(?) return! And for better or worse, this set doesn’t start with a WALL-E fic for a change! (But no doubt there will be much fluffy WEVE down the road.)

Enjoy! Comments are always read and massively appreciated! <3

[b]Cars 2 Spoilers!
Mater/Holley

Holley Shiftwell Decides to Live[/b]

“I think you’re wrong about that.”

Finn paused and looked over at Holley, who did not look back, instead keeping her focus on the deactivated monitor at the far end of Siddeley’s cabin.

Oookay…?

“Wrong about what, exactly, Miss Shiftwell?”

“What you told Mater, about friendships being dangerous.” She kept her gaze on the monitor, on her own frame reflected by the glass, and Finn wondered who exactly her seemingly marshaled reply was targeted at. “If we are to die tomorrow, shouldn’t that make friendships all the more important now? Should we be all the more adamant in pursuing them?”

That was… quite a naive point of view to have in the face of the dangers of espionage. She was ignoring factors he knew she knew and he knew she had been trained to remind rookie field agents of, but Finn couldn’t bring himself to remind her. He couldn’t bring himself to ask her not to be naive about things like that when she was so young. When she still had such a long career ahead of her that would be spent mostly in dank cubbyholes with nothing but the light of her personal screen, and a headset to whisper commands to field agents while said field agents got to have all the fun and what exactly did the technical department like about their jobs so much?

And why, to begin with, was she randomly acting so antagonistic towards him? Holley continued to look, detached, into the black screen, turning to better see the dent in her frame while the buffing machine hung forlorn all of two feet behind her.

Ah.

Finn sighed. A troubled agent was a distracted agent.

“Miss Shiftwell, if you are going to go so far as to defend friendships in a line of work where every day could be your last, you might as well be completely honest with yourself and vouch for romantic relationships alongside them.”

And she finally looked at him. Holley spun sharply towards Finn, and every drop of blue paint seemed to have drained from her front bumper. “I… I don’t believe that’s any of your business!”

Yes. A very distracted agent.

“Of course,” he said with a chivalrous bow. “Do forgive my manners; I think being accompanied by Sir Mater for so long has eroded at my sense of tact. Quite the honest bloke, isn’t he?”

Holley’s blush intensified as her eyes shot around the room and eventually focused back on her new best friend, the monitor. Finn gave her a moment to respond, which she took full advantage of before her meek reply of “…He is.”

And her eyes quit faltering.

“So, Miss Shiftwell, about that dent-”

“I’m keeping it.”

“Very good, then.”

Author’s Note: It felt important for me that Holley had an internal struggle with her feelings for Mater. While their subplot wasn’t the main emotional arc of the movie and wasn’t allotted much time, I fully believe that she had some inner conflict off-screen between the point of “Thanks… I think.” and “I’m Mater’s girlfriend.”

And yeah, I know cars probably can’t blush. I’m usually really good with not giving human attributes to non-human characters so… let me have a little fun with blushing.

I’m almost positive I’ve read this on fanfiction. net before. I didn’t really think it was fair for such a good story to go without praise, keep up the good work.

That scene (or something like it) should have been in the movie. Since it wasn’t, I’m very glad that you wrote it. I loved the comment about the monitor being Holley’s best friend.

EVA, thank you for bumping the thread and welcome to the site. I never would have read this story if not for you.

You’re welcome, this story just seemed to good to let it fade away. Oh and thanks for the welcome.

Thanks so much for the bump and I’m glad you guys liked it. :'D

I need to update this topic; I’m kinda in this weird spot where I have fics I’m doing, but there’s a ton I’m doing bits and pieces of at once so nothing is actually getting completed.

And yeah I’m on ffn too, so if you’re recalling reading this there you’re probably right.

You’re welcome Netbug, and don’t worry about how long it’s been since you updated it, I’m having the same problem with a fanfiction that took a backseat to an original fiction project I’m doing this month. Hopefully once August or September comes I’ll be able to get to work on it again. I don’t usually work on more than one thing at a time so I’m not used to this kind of problem. Hopefully this doesn’t fall off the first page, even if it does I’ll probably still come back and read it or something.

Hey, no shame in being busy with original projects. I’ve been having trouble writing anything. First Date is like, the first thing I’ve gotten on in forever.

And I doubt I’ll be so slow that this will drop off the page, but I appreciate the loyalty all the same. %D;

I hope you decide to revive this sometime soon Netbug! Really enjoyed the first chapter.

I totally will! I just haven’t had a muse for Pixar of late, but I surely write more sometime fairly soon.

When you revive it, I’ll read it because I enjoyed the first one very much.

This next one I’ve owed to my friend for like, forever. .________.;

Cars 2 Spoilers!
Finn/Holley (DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT)

A Car by the Name of Finn McMissile

Search engines.

News broadcasts. Magazines. Sunday papers. White pages. Family trees. Microfiche records. Commission reports. Social security records. Census records. Public resources. University resources. Private resources. And, yes, 99.72 percent of government resources.

If one were to query any of these databases, they would be informed with the utmost confidence that there is – and has never been – a car by the name of Finn McMissle. He simply does not exist.

As it should be, Finn knew. Nobody decided to become a spy, much less survived C.H.R.O.M.E.'s rigorous training, with the goal of being noticed. Espionage was a solitary occupation, where the same cars who would bump Finn’s fender on a crowded street and reply with nothing more than a grunt of an “apology” owed him their very lives. Many called such charity insane, but Finn preferred to think of it as having a unique sense of romanticism. And if anybody got to decide what being a spy made of one’s sanity, it was the best spy the British Intelligence had to offer. Finn could make a cover like nobody else, take down opponents like nobody else, remain undetected like nobody else…

And be alone like nobody else.

But that night, Finn searched the floor of the World Grand Prix opening party, ignoring the bouncing music and the dancing lights, seeking out a face-to-face meeting with a comrade for the first time in months. She cruised into his field of vision, and he immediately spotted her.

How?

Because, likewise, she spotted him out of everybody in the crowd.

He told her to enter the elevator with him, and she followed. He spoke, and she replied with clarity a digital file could not obtain.

He smiled, as was protocol.

And Finn McMissle existed.

Her cover was quite horrible, really. Miss Shiftwell’s guard was so delicate it could be brought down with the simplest unexpected command.

“Change of plans. You’re meeting the American.”

“Wh-What?”

He had to explain. He could remember the last time he’d met another car, but not the last time he’d had to explain his actions to one. Had he ever?

“Those thugs down there were on the oil platform. If they see me, the whole mission is compromised.”

She was a rookie. A girl from technical department who had somehow been roped into a courier mission. She stuttered and fumbled at the concept of doing something even further outside of her department. It was… quaint.

…Charming. Yes, not quaint. He was certain the word he wanted was ‘charming’.

“Nonono, I’m technical, you see. I-I’m not a field agent.”

Charming, but with a valid point. If Miss Shiftwell was going to take on a field mission, she was going to need some guidance from a car close at hand to back her up.

For her sake, Finn McMissile was going to have to exist a little longer.

He smiled, as was no protocol whatsoever.

“You are now.”

Author’s Note: I was in the bookstore, and I found a copy of the junior novelization of Cars 2. The entire thing is written from Finn’s point of view, and he starts off by introducing himself.

“My name of Finn McMissile. If I do my job right, nobody knows I exist.”

Great job! It was most enjoyable.

Thanks!

Wow, great job, Netbug! I have yet to read the second story, as it is getting very late here and I ought to be going to bed… I’m just making a post here now, so I don’t forget to read it tomorrow. I really liked the first one though! Especially this part…

^I thought that there was hilarious.

Thank you!

I should probably create some sort of story directory in the first post before this thread gets too long… goes to do that

Good job with the directory.

Thanks. Hopefully it will be bigger sooner than later.

Your welcome.

Oh my gosh look, it’s a WALL-E drabble! Party like it’s 2008!

WALL-E
And EVE smiles

A superfluous gesture, one she only has in her programming for corporate demonstrations and newspaper propaganda, but she smiles at the small, square trash bot introducing himself.

She isn’t sure why. There isn’t a human in sight to impress, nor a camera ready to show the hologram viewing world that she is an exploring hero of the people, rather than an overly armored waste of money as some big wigs presumed. There is no situation in her coding that could lead her to the action of smiling right now, and yet she does.

And, while the Earth Class robot standing before her doesn’t have the detailed facial rendering systems she possesses, she swears that he’s smiling back.

Great job! I really felt the emotion in it.