Love On Mars

18 Hours

A few weeks had passed and you were even closer to Mars. Martinez had backed off and you two had actually become good friends, surprisingly.

Chris was back to his antics and annoying the shit out of you, and you were glad. You were glad when the whole drama about you being raped was over between you and him and he became himself.

Lewis, Johanssen, and Watney were still all themselves- but it's not like they went through much drama the past few weeks. Just normal spacey stuff, as Mark would put it.

You were preparing a banana and peanut butter sandwich when Chris walked by you. "What the fuck is that?" He asked out of the blue, his face contorted in a 'wtf' look.

"It is a sandwich and the sandwich is mine," you said, sucking the stray peanut butter off your finger and making a popping sound.

He sighed. "But what kind of sandwich?" He asked.

You handed him the jar of peanut butter. "A banana and peanut butter sandwich- which is still mine," you said, hopefully getting the point across.

He looked down at the peanut butter jar that was in his hand, his mouth forming a line. He shrugged and set it down on the counter, pulling out two pieces of bread from the already displayed bread bag.

He made his sandwich in silence, making the same exact sandwich as you. Just like you, he sucked the peanut butter off his fingers.

He took a bite of his finished sandwich and groaned. Loud. Enough to startle you mid-chew, at least. "This is so good!" He groaned, taking another bite of his sandwich.

You just kept staring at him with bug eyes, mid-chew.

"What?" He asked with food in his mouth.

You shook your head and continued eating your sandwich. "Nothing," you said with a mouth full of food.

"What's with all the groaning out here, Chris?" Martinez asked, walking in the kitchen and then stopping mid walk. He smiled and held his hands up as if he was telling someone to stop. He began backing out of the kitchen, still smiling, and saying, "I see, now. I see."

You and Chris both looked at each other, confused, and then went back to eating your sandwiches.

**

You were a week away from Mars.

The thought of that made your head feel like it was spinning in circles. The rest of the crew seemed to be in shock, as well, that time flew by that fast.

You were rearranging some of the equipment you would need to bring onto Mars when Martinez walked over. "What's up, Y/N/N?"

"Nothing really, Mexican," you responded, picking up a giant box and setting it somewhere else. You panted, placing your hands on your knees.

"Do you need any help?" Martinez asked.

"Nah, I'm good," you said, motioning to him that you were fine.

"Doesn't seem like you're good!" Chris called jokingly, walking towards you.

Martinez lifted his arm slightly, as if to wave, and called, "Hey, Doctor Sexy!"