Love On Mars

What About Watney?

There were two hours left.

You were double and triple checking your station, making sure you had all the equipment you needed to not get everyone killed, including yourself.

You heard footsteps behind you. "We're all gonna be fine, Y/N. I promise," Watney told you, confidence laced in his voice.

You sighed and turned to him. "How can you be so sure, Watney?"

"Because I am a botanist. And I can create life, meaning that I can keep things alive. Including myself." He smiled and placed his hands on his hips.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

"But seriously, Lewis won't let anything happen to you, Y/N. And neither will I. You are obviously my favorite," he said, wiggling his eyebrows and giggling. You blushed, and giggled. "And Chris," his eyes bugged for a moment, "he will definitely not let anything happen to you. It's as if you're his puppy-"

"I am no one's puppy," you interrupted, slightly annoyed. You never liked it when people would compare you to something of someone else's. Meaning, you didn't like being compared to something that is owned or controlled.

His eyebrows raised in forgiveness. "I'm sorry! I swear, I didn't mean it in a bad way. All I'm saying is, he really cares about you, Y/N. Really." He smiled at you, and you smiled shyly back. "Now let's go kick some Martian ass!"

**

It
was
time.

You stepped off the space craft and landed on Mars. You couldn't help but smile. "I'M ALIVE!" You yelled, jumping around excitedly.

Watney, who was already on Mars, beamed at you. Chris followed you, and then Johanssen, and then Martinez. You speculated that Johanssen wanted to go after Chris to get a good look at his ass, even if it was in a space suit. Respect, you thought to yourself. New found respect.

You were setting up your beams when the storm that Lewis had warned you all about happened. Everything was either black or red. A blood red.

You could only see the light of the craft, and Lewis kept commanding everyone towards it. "We're gonna be ok, Y/N! Trust me!" Watney yelled, and then was hit. You couldn't see him anymore. He was gone.

"Watney!" You screamed into the flying red rocks, desperately looking around for him. "MARK!"

Chris was ahead of you. He looked back at you and gave you a saddened look, and then turned to Lewis and told her.

"Watney! Please respond! This is Commander Lewis!" Lewis yelled into the storm.

Soon enough, everyone was yelling for him. He can't be gone, you thought. He just can't. I was talking to him maybe a minute ago.

Out of no where, a rock hit you and you tumbled back. You had not been paying attention to what was in front of you because of your frantic looking-around for Watney.

You were now lying on your back, having a hard time getting up. You could feel the oxygen slowly leaving your suit. "No, no, no, no," you mumbled, desperate.

"Y/N?! Can you hear me!?" Lewis called from a distance.

"Yes!" You barely got out, trying to preserve the oxygen you had.

Your world was turning black, the oxygen escaping your lungs. You knew that you were bleeding, too. Somehow the rock had lodged itself into your suit and into your skin without you exploding. Maybe I'm a mutant.

"Y/N!? Y/N!? Please answer me!" You heard Chris call, seeming to get closer.

"Chris," you mumbled, "I'm over here."

You saw the outline of Chris' figure and you could almost see his eyes beam. "I found her!" He yelled back to the group.

Lewis followed behind him. Together, they got you to the craft without making your wound worse.

"What about Watney?" was the last thing that you said before you blacked out.

**

You woke up to a stethoscope on your chest, a pair of hands holding it there. You blinked a few times before your eyes focused, realizing who it was. "Chris?"

His eyes beamed. "Y/N! Oh my god! Thank god you're ok!" He said excitedly, even though he had known this whole time that you were ok. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, rather excitedly, and you were in shock. Sort of "high on pain meds," you said, "Why does everyone keep kissing me? Martinez kissed my cheek and my neck. You kissed my cheek. Watney-" Luckily, your brain was smart enough to stop there. What happened between you and Watney was a secret between the both of you- that's what you two had said.

Chris' face dropped, and he shook his head, shaking a thought out of it. "I'm sorry. This is work, and you're my patient. I'm sorry," he mumbled.

You smiled as best as you could, and then your world went black.

You woke up again to Chris sitting in a  chair beside you, reading a book titled The Talented Mr. Ripley. Coming to your senses, you asked, "Where's Watney?" You have always had a slight crush on Watney, and you knew that he had one on you, as well. You both knew ever since the, uh, moment.

Chris looked up from his book at you and his face dropped. He put down his book and glanced down for a moment before glancing back at you. "He's gone, Y/N," he said carefully. You felt your heart break.

"What?" You asked, your voice cracking.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. We all truly miss him."
He cleared his throat and reached his hand out to clasp yours, which you smacked away.

"You left him there," you murmured. "You left him there! He's dead because of you!" You yelled, backing away as far as you could in your little makeshift hospital bed. "You're supposed to be the doctor! You killed him!" Tears were burning in your eyes, finally spilling. You wiped frantically at them, looking up at Chris as if he was a monster. Which in your mind, he was.

Chris was looking at you as if you had just shot him. He had shock written all over his face, along with depression.

The rest of the crew barged into the room upon hearing your little scene. Before anyone could say anything, you asked, "Is what he's telling me true? Is Mark really dead?" The crew all looked between each other, giving each other sideways glance. "Well?" You urged, growing impatient.

"Y/N/N, he's telling the truth," Beth said, being sincere to you for once.

You felt your world crumble. You looked down at your hands, which were placed in your lap. Sitting didn't exactly help either. You felt taller, for some odd reason, and that made you dizzy.

"Why didn't anyone go back for him?" You asked, exasperatedly.

"I did, Y/N," Lewis murmured.

You brought your hand to your mouth and sobbed into it, screaming your cries. Chris would normally be the one to comfort you, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel the need to be around him. He was the doctor. He was suppose to save people.

Instead, Martinez walked over and sat on the makeshift bed next to you, resting his arm around your shoulders. You saw Beck giving Martinez a death glare, that was quite obvious, and you said, "Stop, Beck. Just stop," you urged tiredly.

He gave you a shocked look, one filled with loss. Loss of hope; loss of love; loss of everything.

He looked down at the ground before walking out of the room.

He was suppose to save people.