Two was very cold.

She couldn't remember what happened, only aware that it was raining (or was it snowing?), and that she couldn't control her systems. Visual Receptors: OFFLINE. Auditory Receivers: FAULTY. Speaker System: ERROR. The only things that were still working were her artificial nerve endings, letting her feel the harsh burn of sub-zero temperatures.

She kept phasing in and out of activation.

It was getting colder, if that was even possible. Her body was almost completely numb save for the tormenting cold.

The thought faintly occurred to Two that this may be her final resting place.

It was hard to stay awake. Maybe she wasn't awake.

Just as she began to slip into the final phase of sleep mode, a sound piqued her fading attention. Was it a voice, or the wind?

"Eve... are you alright?"

That was certainly a voice...

"No, Eve, what's happened to you?"

Even more, she knew that voice.

Nos-4-a2.

"Can you hear me? Please... don't do this."

Two attempted directing all of the energy she had left to her speakers, desperate to call out for help, "N... Nos..." It was faint, but she managed. Two wasn't sure if she made any noise or not. Something touched her side, uncomfortably hot.

"It's okay, I-I have you, Eve... just hold on... please, hang in there a little longer... I've got you now..."

She was lifted from the biting cold into shocking warmth; suddenly feeling at peace. Maybe she was finally dying. Two relaxed in the comfortable embrace, slipping out of consciousness.

Heat radiated from everything around Two as her sensors started to come back online. Everything was warm, it seemed, except for her. She was resting on a soft surface, but her tactile sensors weren't working quite right. Everything was shrouded in layers of warnings and alarms, but the fact that she was alive was a pleasant enough surprise for her to tone them all down. She didn't need them to know that everything hurt.

The surface seemed to sway beneath her, drawing a low, agitated tone from her speakers.

"Eve? Are you waking up?" a voice inquired. It sounded muffled and distant, but with the precise touch of a familiar talon against the side of her face, it all cleared up a bit. "Can you look at me?"

Two's eyeforms slitted open, but the image wouldn't clear. Half of her visor was shattered, leaving patches of black, and the rest struggled to resolve into a better resolution. She dismissed more warnings to try to clear her sight and was able to discern angles of soothing blue and purple, points of vivid red and gold. She relaxed a little.

"Nos-4-a2?" her vocal processors rasped.

"Shh, easy, I'm right here. It's going to be okay..." his voice reached her auditory receptors through a fizz of static. "Do you remember anything?"

Two blinked, but it didn't do much to focus the half of her visor that she could see out of. Her processors lagged and faltered, but she tried to collect her thoughts. "I... I was at a high altitude, and the blizzard set in... then... I think...ow..."

"Shhh, nevermind, I'm sorry. We're in our hotel room, I've called the local robotics lab. They sent an emergency vehicle out, but it won't be here for a while because of the storm," he informed her, carefully stroking the top of her head. She shuddered. Every so often, her tactile sensors cut out, giving her only flashes of sensation.

"Nos... s-something's really wrong, isn't it?"

His expression didn't change as far as she could tell. It took him a while to give a short nod.

Two reopened some of her warnings and alarms. She had been expecting most of what the critical damage reports said, considering... whatever had happened. Apparently, she had taken two major blows: one to her head and the other to her lower back. Something had been dented in her head, which explained why none of her senses could pull together; one of her thrusters had been knocked loose; and her primary battery had been breached.

Breached?

Two felt her visor start to sting. She struggled to lift her head.

"No, darling, don't ‒ " Nos cradled her head to ease it back down, but she had already seen it: dark fluid soaking up through the sheets Nos had crudely tied around her middle. Her vision started to blot out. Whatever had happened, it had punctured her side and destroyed her main battery, which meant that she was running on the slow-release backup. Dread seeped through every wire in her body when a diagnostic revealed that her auxiliary power was running on empty. Even if she were in hibernation mode, her memory ‒ her soul ‒ would be wiped within the hour.

"Nos, how long until the ambulance gets here?" Despite her efforts, her vocal processor wavered.

He quailed at the feeling of devastation rolling from her processors. "About a half-hour."

"Nos, I-I can't make it... my battery, it's not going to... Nos-4-a2, I'm scared!"

"Calm down!" Nos took both of her hands in his, "There's something I can do, but it's... extreme."

"W-what is it?"

"I can turn you, but, Eve, it'll be hell. You won't die, but... with the repairs you need anyway, it's going to be brutal," Nos-4-a2 murmured.

Two didn't know how to respond. They had talked about it since their honeymoon... about Nos-4-a2 turning her into an Energy Vampire like himself. But that was it. They'd just talked.

"It's our only option, isn't it?"

"...The only one I can think of."

She squeezed his hand. He was trembling. "Okay."

His free-form optic narrowed, his mouth drawing into a tight line. He wasn't sure if he was ready. There wasn't any time to talk, to prepare her, to warn her, to apologize... she was fading. Her eyeforms were dull, half-shattered, interrupted by blue static. She was in pain. Still holding her hands, he leaned down to kiss her, savoring the low-power sweetness of her spark. "I'm sorry, Eve. You're going to be okay. I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered.

He scooped her up from the the bed, holding her in his lap with one hand on her base and the other caressing the back of her head port. She could see lines of concern drawn deeply around his optic.

His fangs ached as he positioned them over her collar. How long had it been since he'd bitten another robot? He put the thought out of his mind as his fangs whirled into action and drilled through her casing. Her hands dug into his cloak as he broke through the protective coating of a thick wire, reaching an informational pathway. He released a virus into her programming to numb the artificial nerve endings around the bite.

Two sighed, her hands relaxing. She rolled her head onto his shoulder.

Nos-4-a2 closed his optic, hugged her a little closer, and let his protocol take over.

She didn't feel his fangs dig deeper into her metal, but she could detect the slow decrease of already low energy from her systems. He emitted a low groan and shuddered, sucking against her metal. A comfortable, light-headed feeling took over her body. She grew limp in his arms as the pain and warnings faded away. She let her full weight rest in his arms, her capacity for thought slipped into dim awareness. Her eyeforms became heavy, hardly able to stay open, and a thick heat started to flow through her wires, seeping into her deepest systems.

"Nos..." she groaned. The cold within her body slowly ebbed away as Nos-4-a2's heat increased.

Now, instead of losing power, her energy seemed to increase. The venom burned steadily hotter and hotter. Even so, Nos-4-a2 kept his fangs buried in her metal.

"Nos-4-a2, that's really getting hot," she muttered, tugging on his cape.

Nos bit down harder, more heat pouring into her wires.

"Nos-4-a2! Can you hear me?" Two gasped. He tightened his grip on her body.

"Ah! Stop!" she tried to tuck her head into its port, pushing at his chest in vain. Nos-4-a2 growled, forcing her head back. His strength was too much; all she could do was try to struggle.

"Ow! Nos! What's happening?!" Two cried.

The power spike diminished, all of her new energy draining faster than she had gained it.

"No! Stop it, what's happening?!" her writhing became weaker and the world seemed to spin, everything becoming a blur of color fading to black.

"No... Nos... s... stop..."