Love On Mars

Ice Cream

One Week Since Mars

You were lost in thought. Thoughts of Watney consumed your mind, taking control over your being. You had lost one of your best friends, amongst other things.

You had gotten quite close to Beth, how you did not know. But you had grown apart from Chris. Very apart. He had tried to talk to you from time to time, but you would ignore him or send him glares. It was almost like the world had turned upside down. You had become good friends with your least favorite person on the mission and had grown apart from your favorite- or former favorite.

You were walking to the gym room, lost in thought, when someone forcefully bumped into your shoulder, sending you stumbling back slightly.

"I'm sorry-" you got out before looking up and realizing that it was Chris.

He kept walking but sent you a glare, adding in a "So now you talk to me?"

You were astonished that he would say such a thing to you, knowing the pain that you were going through. "Excuse me?" You called to him, having an appalled look on your face.

He turned around and had an angry look on his face, his mouth in a line. "I said, 'So now you talk to me?'" He raised his eyebrows as if to get the point across.

"Who the fuck gave you the right to talk to me like that?" You asked him, whom was standing in front of the door to exit.

"Who the fuck gave you the right to blame Watney's death on me? And stop talking to me?" He countered, motioning his feelings with his arms.

"Oh, stop changing the subject, Beck!" You yelled at him, your eyes springing to tears at the thought of Mark.

His eyebrows raised in angered amusement. "Really? Really, Y/N?" He asked sarcastically. "You know, he was my friend too! You're not the only one hurting here!" He yelled, his eyes bugging out.

"Well, I'm sorry!" You yelled, tears coming to your eyes. You both stared at each other, sinking yourselves into each other's eyes. He had a shocked look on his face, as if he was confused. You, on the other hand, were wearing an angered, desperate look. "I'm sorry," you mumbled, looking down.

You looked up through your lashes and noticed that Chris had a soft look on his face. Noticing you, he turned it back into a frown and he left the room. "Jesus Christ," you mumbled under your breath, going back to what you were going to do before. You walked to one of the treadmills, put in your earbuds, and began your walk to another world.

**

Dinner time had arrived. You were all sweaty from your work out, but that was a good thing. Muscle fatigue was an important thing to avoid, and sweat meant no muscle fatigue- at that moment.

The crew was each grabbing their own packet of food, preparing to warm it up. Martinez saw you and smiled. "Hey, Amiga! Como estas?" He asked, smirking at you. (**hello lady friend, how are you**)

You rolled your eyes as he handed you a food packet. "I'm fine, thank you. And what do we have here?" You asked, looking down at the metallic packet. You missed Watney's remarks on how gross the food was. And how he missed beer. And how he missed anything.

"Well," Martinez started, snapping you out of your thoughts, "I figured that you would like some, um, noodles," he said, drawing out the 'noodles.'

You sighed. "But are they really noodles?" You asked, making a disgusted face.

"They used to be," Martinez mumbled, stepping to the microwave, as it was his turn to warm up his food. He leaned into your ear and whispered, "So how's things with Beck?"