Lost--(ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

Chapter Three

Chapter song: We Don't Have To Dance by Andy Black                                                                                                   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

---Charlie Watney-----

The hours turned to days and the days turned to weeks. The weeks then turned to months. Two months since we got here and finally it was the week before the launch. Honestly- it was extremely nerve-wracking.  A million thoughts ran through my head, each one telling a more gruesome way to die than the next. What if I eat bad space food and die? What if I blow up? What if we run out of supplies and have to resort to cannibalism? What if..... No. Stop, Charlie. You are only gonna make it worse. I look around the hotel room when my eyes landed on the door to the balcony. Stepping  out and leaning against the railing, I looked up into the sky. It was night now, and it was beautiful. It was so surreal, y'know? In a week, I will be up there....Damn.

"Can't sleep ether?" Someone said. I jumped and looked over to the right to see Beck on his balcony, laughing. 

"Not really," I shrugged. He shook his head and smiled. 

How is it that he can look like he just rolled out of bed (which he probably did) and still look gorgeous?

Wait...What? Snap out of it, Charlie!

"What? No smart-ass comment?"  He chuckled when I shook my head no. I would have said something ether sarcastic or rude, but tonight was different. it just hit me in the face like a punch- I was actually going into space. It wasn't just a dream that Mark and I had shared. This is reality, and its pretty damn scary. Honestly, whoever wasn't scared probably has gone completely mental. This is space we are talking about; its not just a walk in the park. Before I could reply to him, my phone started to buzz uncontrollably. I quickly grabbed it from my batman hoodie's pocket and answered the Facetime call. When the connection was secure, my best friend, Jackson, came onto the screen.

"Hey, Char, Dannie wanted to talk to you before he went to bed," He says motioning to Dannie to come over. The redheaded child ran up, and with a smile , he grabbed Jack's phone and ran off with it.

"Dammit Daniel!" Jackson yelled as Dannie giggled.

"Hi Mommy!" Daniel smiled. I see Chris stiffen from his balcony as he processed the words. Me, a mother? Surprising, right? About six years ago, I went out to a bar with my best friend (Jackson) for his birthday and both got horribly drunk. When we got back to our shared apartment (we were both in college at the time. It was easier than dorming at the college itself) things got...um a bit heated.. I really don't want to go into the details about it... In the morning we woke up with terrible hangovers and in the same bed-with no clothes on. We had never thought about each other romantically-we're practically siblings- so we just let it go. A couple weeks later I had started getting really sick and I found out that I was pregnant. I told my brother first-he was okay with it.  He said he always wanted a niece or nephew.  When I told Jackson, he was scared at first; thought it was just a prank. When he realized that I was telling the truth, he was so excited. He wanted to marry me so that he could take care of our child better; I told him not to. I didn't want to have to deal when he fell in love. (which he did a year later.) Even with Mark, Jackson and Jackson's family support, my parents hated it. They told me to get rid of my child. I refused. On September 18 2029, Daniel Phillip Watney was born. I was going to give him Jackson's last name (Banks) but he insisted to give him mine. He's gonna have a famous astronaut's last name he said.  A year after Dannie was born, Jackson met Madison and they fell in love. She completely understood the situation. That's when she earned my respect. And soon they got married. When Dannie was old enough, we enrolled him in an online school. I would have preferred for him to go to a private school like how I did, but since every six months he would switch between mine and Jackson' s houses-its just easier that way. Dannie's fine with it. He doesn't really want to deal with people anyway. I guess he takes after me huh?