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Wow!! Anyone order some pain!! No!! Me neither!!

I wish I had a better explanation than I was on tumblr scrolling past a "send me x and I'll draw y" meme when I saw the prompt "last kiss" and I swear no image has ever popped more vividly into my mind than this (not that I managed to capture what was in my mind's eye). I felt the need to draw this like I've never felt the need to draw anything. Motherfuck am I sad now.

What makes it really sad is context! Read on if you'd like to suffer with me!

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You might think the thousands of years behind them might have made this easier. They'd lost a lot of people, more than they could count, but they'd always gotten through it together. Maybe that was the key. Even then, they had known this day was coming -- they'd known for years. Nos had never quite accepted that she was going before him, but it didn't matter whether he accepted it or not. Years fell to months fell to weeks until she could hardly stand to be awake for more than an hour a day, could hardly hover on her own, could hardly bring herself to speak. It happened to everyone. At this age, being transferred to an entirely new CPU wouldn't do much. The soul itself became tired.

Many people came to visit her in her expiring weeks, people she loved, people she had touched, people she had never met but was somehow related to through the cascading generations. Her final week was reserved for rest and close family in the confines of their repair wing. Her close family didn't amount to much now though. Her sisters had been gone for hundreds of years and the humans had been gone since as long as few but herself could remember. Always by her side was Nos-4-a2. He spoke to her in the spare moments she was awake, never asking for responses, only soothing, holding her hands, touching her face, making her smile. Fletcher and Darwin were there almost as often, Mel coming as much as she could.

It had been decided for the last day that only the immediate family would be present. As one of the ancient and well known families of robots in the area, the Energy Vampires had adequate means for, as it was known, a true passage. All of her memories and system data would be transferred out of her body and into the planet-wide mainframe to be preserved. Many philosophers and theologists had debated whether this amounted to an afterlife, but as nothing had been proven either way, it simply became tradition.

People liked to say it meant those who passed on weren't really gone at all, but that didn't make anything easier. It didn't change the fact that this was the last day Nos would wake up next to his wife or directly feel her electrical signature. If he had ever felt like he'd come to terms with what was going to happen, it all went away now that he actually faced it. Fletcher stepped into the room, alone, and Nos almost wanted to turn him away like it would delay the inevitable. They sat together, put their arms around each other, and didn't speak.

Two woke up. The act alone seemed to take a lot out of her. Her focus was hazy, but she managed to find the pair sitting next to her and smile. "God, you guys are depressing."

They laughed, but they couldn't hide how it quivered. Nos reached for her hand and laced their fingers together, rubbing her rings. "Sorry, little dove."

"How are you feeling, Mom?"

She gave off a pulse of warmth that told them everything they needed to know and more. Safe. Comfortable. Peaceful. It should have put Nos's mind at ease, but somehow, knowing she was ready to go made things worse. He wasn't ready. He didn't want to be ready. He raised her hand to his lips and held it there, closing his optic with a fat tear rolling down his cheek. Fletcher couldn't produce tears, but he trembled, feeling more like a child than he had in centuries. He burrowed into Nos-4-a2's side and watched Two's eyeforms, reaching for her free hand.

"Crying already? You're going to give me performance anxiety. I'm not scared, my dears, not even a little," Two crooned.

"You don't need to perform, love," Nos whispered.

"Well, I have to give you some good last words. I've been thinking about them for years. You okay if I give you yours first, Fletcher?"

The hybrid felt his insides turn to lead. "W-wait, already?"

Two smiled. "I'd rather not overestimate and leave anything out. Come here, baby."

Fletcher stood up, knees shaking, and stepped around his father. She took her hand from Nos's grip and opened her arms. Fletcher fell into her embrace, but it was too much; he pressed his face into her chest so she wouldn't have to see him cry. She rubbed his back and pet the top of his head as he shook. "I'm so proud of you, Fletcher. I can hardly believe how lucky we are that you grew into such an incredible, successful, loving man."

"It wasn't luck, Mom," his voice broke. He kept his head down.

"You give us more credit than we deserve. I feel like I've said it all before, but I'll never be able to say enough. You've done nothing but impress me your entire life. I never would have guessed my son could be one of my greatest, wisest friends. Thank you for everything, darling. I love you so, so much."

"I love you too M-Mom," Fletcher hiccupped, raising his head, "You're really... really not scared?"

"Really. I'm not." Two took either side of his face in her hands, pulling him in to kiss his forehead. He sobbed at the sensation, knowing that it would be the last.

"I'm s-sorry Mom, I d-don't mean to be depr-ressing," he cried.

"It's okay, baby, you don't have to hide it. I guess it means I did something right."

"Everything," Fletcher tried to smile, but his lip quivered so much it was hard to tell. She pulled him into another hug and squeezed him as tight as she could. It wasn't much, but he squeezed her back with all his might. He didn't want to let go. He didn't want a world without another hug from his mom. He cried in earnest, dissolving for the first time in decades. He hadn't expected it to all hit him so hard in the moment, but once he started, there was no holding back.

"You're gonna be okay Fletcher, I know it. That's why I'm so proud of you. Can you stand up for me, baby?"

He did, if reluctantly. She pet his cheek with the same warm smile. "I hate knowing how much this hurts you, but I know you've hurt worse, and I know it won't hurt forever. I love you."

"Love you," he hiccuped again. He shuffled back to his seat, leaning against his father again. Nos had his hand over his mouth and a distinct, slick trail on his cheek.

He didn't look until Two took his free hand in both of hers. "Hey."

He choked on a laugh. "Hey."

"Same thing goes for you, old man. Can you promise me something?"

Nos cleared his throat. "Anything."

"Don't wallow for too long, alright? You've always been a wallower. You know I don't have any regrets or unfinished business, but if I know you're stuck wallowing, I won't be able to have any peace."

"Okay," Nos showed her a similarly pained smile, "I promise."

"You don't have that much longer anyway, I don't want you to waste it being depressed. I know it's been a long time since we've been apart, but there are still so many people here who care about you. Don't let them lose both of us today."

Nos bit his tongue. All he wanted to say was, Then don't go, but he couldn't do that to her. He knew she didn't have a choice. No matter what, he couldn't let her know that he didn't believe the sun would rise tomorrow. He couldn't let her know that he had so much time left, that he wasn't as close to his end as she might think, no matter how much he might wish it. He only nodded. "I promise, my love."

Two meshed their fingers together. "Can I give you your last words?"

Nos bit his tongue harder. No, you can't, I don't want them. He nodded and felt Fletcher shake harder.

"You have given me every part of you and more, and I want you to know it's been more than I ever could have asked of you. There's no one else I would have chosen to share my life with, and there's nothing about what we've been through that I would change. You have made me the happiest woman I could possibly be."

Tears fell freely from his expressive optic, his hand tightening around hers with every word. "That's all I ever wanted, my Eve... my Eve... my Eve..." his voice shrank to a whisper. He wanted to scream, he wanted this all to stop, he wanted to wake up from this nightmare because even after all this time it just wasn't fair that she was dying first, it didn't matter how long and satisfying their lives had been, he hadn't lived in a world without her since he was first built and operating for his intended purpose, and he'd never been so terrified of anything in his life. He leaned forward and curled his arms around her, pressing his face against the side of her head, smearing oil onto the pillowcase.

"I love you, Eve," he wanted to keep using her name. He wanted to feel her respond to it, and she did, holding him the same way she'd held Fletcher. Their son was still leaning against his side, and as much as he wanted to comfort him, he needed every last moment of Two that he could get. "Y-you're my whole world," he whispered the words he'd said a million times before.

"And you're mine," she murmured back. He shuddered, shaking his head. She turned her face towards his and gave him a familiar nudge that only broke his heart. It was her wordless way of asking for a kiss. He wasn't sure he'd done anything more difficult than lifting his head right then. One of her hands moved up to hold the side of his face, brushing a tear away as it fell. God, she was still smiling. He closed his optic and pressed his lips to her visor.

His mind went blank after that. In the months that followed, he'd start to recall her pulling back and saying she was ready. He'd remember the last exchange with Quinn as they plugged into her and started the download. He even began to remember the way he and Fletcher held each other, each of them taking one of her hands as she faded. He may have even spoken at her funeral, but he'd never be able to confirm that himself.

That was the beginning of the longest one hundred and fourteen years of Nos-4-a2's life. He was only glad Two wasn't there to see how long it took him to keep his promise.

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Wow I didn't know I could do this to myself. Sorry this is coming out of left field! I'd also like to note that they're not wearing period appropriate clothing in the picture, but this took me so freaking long I couldn't bring myself to design anything. Maybe I'll revisit it one day!

If you are confused, please refer to the timeline featured on my profile.
All elements of Buzz Lightyear of Star Command and Wall.E © Disney or Disney/Pixar.
Fletcher Harley, Darwin Harley, Mel Harley, Quinn, this characterization of Eve Two, the posted image, and the story itself belong to me, MrsEveTwo .

Description
Wow!! Anyone order some pain!! No!! Me neither!!

I wish I had a better explanation than I was on tumblr scrolling past a "send me x and I'll draw y" meme when I saw the prompt "last kiss" and I swear no image has ever popped more vividly into my mind than this (not that I managed to capture what was in my mind's eye). I felt the need to draw this like I've never felt the need to draw anything. Motherfuck am I sad now.

What makes it really sad is context! Read on if you'd like to suffer with me!

---

You might think the thousands of years behind them might have made this easier. They'd lost a lot of people, more than they could count, but they'd always gotten through it together. Maybe that was the key. Even then, they had known this day was coming -- they'd known for years. Nos had never quite accepted that she was going before him, but it didn't matter whether he accepted it or not. Years fell to months fell to weeks until she could hardly stand to be awake for more than an hour a day, could hardly hover on her own, could hardly bring herself to speak. It happened to everyone. At this age, being transferred to an entirely new CPU wouldn't do much. The soul itself became tired.

Many people came to visit her in her expiring weeks, people she loved, people she had touched, people she had never met but was somehow related to through the cascading generations. Her final week was reserved for rest and close family in the confines of their repair wing. Her close family didn't amount to much now though. Her sisters had been gone for hundreds of years and the humans had been gone since as long as few but herself could remember. Always by her side was Nos-4-a2. He spoke to her in the spare moments she was awake, never asking for responses, only soothing, holding her hands, touching her face, making her smile. Fletcher and Darwin were there almost as often, Mel coming as much as she could.

It had been decided for the last day that only the immediate family would be present. As one of the ancient and well known families of robots in the area, the Energy Vampires had adequate means for, as it was known, a true passage. All of her memories and system data would be transferred out of her body and into the planet-wide mainframe to be preserved. Many philosophers and theologists had debated whether this amounted to an afterlife, but as nothing had been proven either way, it simply became tradition.

People liked to say it meant those who passed on weren't really gone at all, but that didn't make anything easier. It didn't change the fact that this was the last day Nos would wake up next to his wife or directly feel her electrical signature. If he had ever felt like he'd come to terms with what was going to happen, it all went away now that he actually faced it. Fletcher stepped into the room, alone, and Nos almost wanted to turn him away like it would delay the inevitable. They sat together, put their arms around each other, and didn't speak.

Two woke up. The act alone seemed to take a lot out of her. Her focus was hazy, but she managed to find the pair sitting next to her and smile. "God, you guys are depressing."

They laughed, but they couldn't hide how it quivered. Nos reached for her hand and laced their fingers together, rubbing her rings. "Sorry, little dove."

"How are you feeling, Mom?"

She gave off a pulse of warmth that told them everything they needed to know and more. Safe. Comfortable. Peaceful. It should have put Nos's mind at ease, but somehow, knowing she was ready to go made things worse. He wasn't ready. He didn't want to be ready. He raised her hand to his lips and held it there, closing his optic with a fat tear rolling down his cheek. Fletcher couldn't produce tears, but he trembled, feeling more like a child than he had in centuries. He burrowed into Nos-4-a2's side and watched Two's eyeforms, reaching for her free hand.

"Crying already? You're going to give me performance anxiety. I'm not scared, my dears, not even a little," Two crooned.

"You don't need to perform, love," Nos whispered.

"Well, I have to give you some good last words. I've been thinking about them for years. You okay if I give you yours first, Fletcher?"

The hybrid felt his insides turn to lead. "W-wait, already?"

Two smiled. "I'd rather not overestimate and leave anything out. Come here, baby."

Fletcher stood up, knees shaking, and stepped around his father. She took her hand from Nos's grip and opened her arms. Fletcher fell into her embrace, but it was too much; he pressed his face into her chest so she wouldn't have to see him cry. She rubbed his back and pet the top of his head as he shook. "I'm so proud of you, Fletcher. I can hardly believe how lucky we are that you grew into such an incredible, successful, loving man."

"It wasn't luck, Mom," his voice broke. He kept his head down.

"You give us more credit than we deserve. I feel like I've said it all before, but I'll never be able to say enough. You've done nothing but impress me your entire life. I never would have guessed my son could be one of my greatest, wisest friends. Thank you for everything, darling. I love you so, so much."

"I love you too M-Mom," Fletcher hiccupped, raising his head, "You're really... really not scared?"

"Really. I'm not." Two took either side of his face in her hands, pulling him in to kiss his forehead. He sobbed at the sensation, knowing that it would be the last.

"I'm s-sorry Mom, I d-don't mean to be depr-ressing," he cried.

"It's okay, baby, you don't have to hide it. I guess it means I did something right."

"Everything," Fletcher tried to smile, but his lip quivered so much it was hard to tell. She pulled him into another hug and squeezed him as tight as she could. It wasn't much, but he squeezed her back with all his might. He didn't want to let go. He didn't want a world without another hug from his mom. He cried in earnest, dissolving for the first time in decades. He hadn't expected it to all hit him so hard in the moment, but once he started, there was no holding back.

"You're gonna be okay Fletcher, I know it. That's why I'm so proud of you. Can you stand up for me, baby?"

He did, if reluctantly. She pet his cheek with the same warm smile. "I hate knowing how much this hurts you, but I know you've hurt worse, and I know it won't hurt forever. I love you."

"Love you," he hiccuped again. He shuffled back to his seat, leaning against his father again. Nos had his hand over his mouth and a distinct, slick trail on his cheek.

He didn't look until Two took his free hand in both of hers. "Hey."

He choked on a laugh. "Hey."

"Same thing goes for you, old man. Can you promise me something?"

Nos cleared his throat. "Anything."

"Don't wallow for too long, alright? You've always been a wallower. You know I don't have any regrets or unfinished business, but if I know you're stuck wallowing, I won't be able to have any peace."

"Okay," Nos showed her a similarly pained smile, "I promise."

"You don't have that much longer anyway, I don't want you to waste it being depressed. I know it's been a long time since we've been apart, but there are still so many people here who care about you. Don't let them lose both of us today."

Nos bit his tongue. All he wanted to say was, Then don't go, but he couldn't do that to her. He knew she didn't have a choice. No matter what, he couldn't let her know that he didn't believe the sun would rise tomorrow. He couldn't let her know that he had so much time left, that he wasn't as close to his end as she might think, no matter how much he might wish it. He only nodded. "I promise, my love."

Two meshed their fingers together. "Can I give you your last words?"

Nos bit his tongue harder. No, you can't, I don't want them. He nodded and felt Fletcher shake harder.

"You have given me every part of you and more, and I want you to know it's been more than I ever could have asked of you. There's no one else I would have chosen to share my life with, and there's nothing about what we've been through that I would change. You have made me the happiest woman I could possibly be."

Tears fell freely from his expressive optic, his hand tightening around hers with every word. "That's all I ever wanted, my Eve... my Eve... my Eve..." his voice shrank to a whisper. He wanted to scream, he wanted this all to stop, he wanted to wake up from this nightmare because even after all this time it just wasn't fair that she was dying first, it didn't matter how long and satisfying their lives had been, he hadn't lived in a world without her since he was first built and operating for his intended purpose, and he'd never been so terrified of anything in his life. He leaned forward and curled his arms around her, pressing his face against the side of her head, smearing oil onto the pillowcase.

"I love you, Eve," he wanted to keep using her name. He wanted to feel her respond to it, and she did, holding him the same way she'd held Fletcher. Their son was still leaning against his side, and as much as he wanted to comfort him, he needed every last moment of Two that he could get. "Y-you're my whole world," he whispered the words he'd said a million times before.

"And you're mine," she murmured back. He shuddered, shaking his head. She turned her face towards his and gave him a familiar nudge that only broke his heart. It was her wordless way of asking for a kiss. He wasn't sure he'd done anything more difficult than lifting his head right then. One of her hands moved up to hold the side of his face, brushing a tear away as it fell. God, she was still smiling. He closed his optic and pressed his lips to her visor.

His mind went blank after that. In the months that followed, he'd start to recall her pulling back and saying she was ready. He'd remember the last exchange with Quinn as they plugged into her and started the download. He even began to remember the way he and Fletcher held each other, each of them taking one of her hands as she faded. He may have even spoken at her funeral, but he'd never be able to confirm that himself.

That was the beginning of the longest one hundred and fourteen years of Nos-4-a2's life. He was only glad Two wasn't there to see how long it took him to keep his promise.

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Wow I didn't know I could do this to myself. Sorry this is coming out of left field! I'd also like to note that they're not wearing period appropriate clothing in the picture, but this took me so freaking long I couldn't bring myself to design anything. Maybe I'll revisit it one day!

If you are confused, please refer to the timeline featured on my profile.
All elements of Buzz Lightyear of Star Command and Wall.E © Disney or Disney/Pixar.
Fletcher Harley, Darwin Harley, Mel Harley, Quinn, this characterization of Eve Two, the posted image, and the story itself belong to me, MrsEveTwo .