Sparks

One

~Author's Note~

Hey guys!

So this is my first ever Coldplay fanfic, so I hope it's not too horrible.

I want to give credit to my friend Ashlin for coming up with the idea of this basic storyline. It's weird, but it's my kind of writing. I enjoy writing stuff like this, even if no one reads it, which no one will, probably. 

But I do hope that the weirdness of this won't drive you away. Please enjoy!

"Make yourself rich, repopulate, and gain some power, and come back when you're satisfied. Don't disappoint me, Mr. Martin."

Chris nodded at Sir President, before heading into the rocket. He sat in the seat and sighed. Looking back at Ollama, he thought to himself about Earth.

His father had always warned him about the green planet.

"Everything there is vicious, son." Chris remembered his small self looking up to his father, a lieutenant in the Ollama millitary. "Someday, the president will probably ask you to finish what I never could. In some ways, I do hope that you can follow in my footsteps, and perhaps be even better than I was. In other ways, I find myself praying to the stars that you can stay safe on Ollama. Nothing can harm you here."

His father tapped Little Chris on the head. "Father, what makes Earth so cruel?"

"The humans. The humans are horrible beings. All they want to do is break your heart."

Chris gasped. "Did they break your heart, Father?"

His father nodded. "A beautiful woman distracted me from the task at hand. She blinded me with her beauty, her grace, her kindness. She drew me in. And then, right before I could use her to reproduce, she... well she pushed me away."

Chris' eyes grew glassy as he recalled the last thing his father had said to him before he was sentenced to death for disobeying the president and not completing his mission. His memory never fails to replay the nightmare of his father being taken away by the president's men. "Trust NO one!" He had shouted, as Little Chris, barely seven, had burst into tears, crying for his father.

Chris wiped his eyes and swore to himself that he would complete his father's mission. He would unite Ollama and Earth, avenge his father, and maybe find a wife he could take back home.

He smiled to himself, and the rocket he was in took off, away to his new life.

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Jonny was only 20 when things changed for him. He was in college, and was hanging with his three best friends, Will, Guy, and Phil.

Will was an amazing drummer. Every time he'd get behind a drum set, he could turn a dorm into a rocking party spot.

Guy was quiet and a bit shy, but he had a passion for cars and really loved to play his bass. Plus, he was really good at it. Perhaps the best in the world, or so Jonny thought.

Phil wasn't as musically talented, per se, but he did have an amazing nose for good music, which is why he hung around Will, Guy, and Jonny.

"I bet we have enough to start a band," Phil suggested, for the fifth time that month.

"Phil, I keep telling you, we don't have a singer. We'd need someone to play keyboard or guitar and sing, and none of us have that skill," Will replied.

"What about Jonny? He could sing."

"No, no, no. There's no way I'd be able to be a lead singer and sing in front of a bunch of people."

"Why not? You're really good."

"I don't think we'd be able to have a good band without an actual singer," Guy said.

Phil sighed.

Suddenly, there was a large crash from outside.

"What was that?" Will asked, getting off the couch of Guy's dorm to look out the window.

"What is it?"

"Is anyone hurt?"

"Should we go check it out?"

"It... looks like a... spaceship!" Will announced, startling everyone in the room.

"Let's go check it out!" Phil shouts, nearly running down the hall.

"Wait for us!" Jonny calls back, chasing him through the dorm halls to see what on Earth happened outside.

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Chris was lost in thought. What world would he face? Would they be cruel to him as they were his father? Were they going to hurt him? Were the animals cruel, too? What would they-

His thoughts were interrupted by the smash of his rocket into Earth.

Whoops.

He got out of the ship and assessed the damage. He shook his head as he noticed that the front was completely smashed. "Well how am I supposed to get home now?"

He paused for a moment to get used to his surroundings. In front of him was a large, brick building, with people clearly inside, and behind him was a lush forest of trees, whose leaves matched the color green of the ones he knew at home.

From inside the building, he could hear yelling and footsteps, and he quickly disguised his ship as a car that had gotten into a head-on collision.

Four guys came running towards him right as he turned around.

"I thought you said it was a spaceship!"

"Yeah, how disappointing, Will."

"It did look like a spaceship from up there... maybe it was just the way the car was damaged."

Chris braced himself as the guys drew nearer. One of them stared at him, seeming to study him, as if he were suspicious. He had curly, strawberry blonde hair and dark green eyes.

"Are you hurt?" The bald man asked him. Chris focused his attention onto the bald man.

"Are you hurt?" He repeated.

Chris shook his head.

"We're here to help you. Do you want us to call a towtruck?" Asked the attractive man with the dark brown hair.

Chris looked at him with a confused stare.

"He's in shock," the one with the light brown hair said.

Of the four men, Chris was most intrigued by Green Eyes. He was quite attractive, in Chris' eyes, and he was very mysterious, in a sense. Shy and adorable.

"I'm Chris. I appreciate the help."

The guys all looked at each other, then back at Chris.

"So... is that a yes to the towtruck?"