You saw him coming and you ducked into the lab. You'd been avoiding each other for weeks, trying so hard to not get discovered. Once had turned into multiple times, sneaking around once the others had fallen asleep.
If NASA knew, they'd have your asses. And the crew wouldn't be super thrilled either. "Hey, Y/N," he grinned, sliding into the lab, a mischievous grin on his face. "Beck," you said curtly, your eyes gesturing to Martinez, propped up on the exam table. He cleared his throat and stepped behind the computer, averting his eyes the best he could.
"Hey, Beck," Martinez said a bit too cheerfully for your liking, his eyes flickering between the two of you. "Let's hear one of those famous jokes." You rolled your eyes, beginning the examination. You needed to focus your mind, anything but Chris.
Oh god, anything but Chris.
Beck cleared his throat, his eyes briefly falling to you, noting your nervous behavior. "What did the astronaut say when he crashed into the moon?," he asked, another grin on his face and Martinez shrugged.
"I Apollo-gize."
Martinez chuckled, appreciating the absurdity of the joke before looking back up at you. "It's funny, Doc. Aren't ya gonna laugh?," he asked and you saw Beck look up at you expectantly. You grinned a bit, setting your stethoscope on the table beside you.
"Eh," you shrugged, looking unimpressed, "I've heard better."
You heard the air escape Beck's lungs. It was the ultimate insult and you knew it, knew you'd get a rise out of him. He scoffed, turning back to his computer. "Rude...," he muttered under his breath and you smiled to yourself.
You'd pay for it later.
Muttering something else, Martinez looked up at him. "What was that, Beck?," he asked and couldn't help but grin at Chris's sullen demeanor. "Nothin'," he grumbled, suddenly finding the computer screen oddly fascinating. "Hmm," Martinez hummed, shooting you an all-too knowing grin.
You blushed a bit and turned your back, typing something into your tablet. "All done, Rick," you told him and he nodded, hopping off the table. "See you around, Doc," he told you, waggling his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.
"You, too, Beck."
Chris hummed a bit and didn't look up from his screen. You wondered briefly if you'd genuinely hurt his pride. "I was just messing with you," you said softly and he nodded curtly, still not looking up at you. You swallowed, your heart aching a bit. "Didn't want us to get caught, Beck. We'd be in deep. And I don't wanna stop...," you said honesty and he simply hummed again.
You sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that you had in deed upset him. You cleaned up, finishing your report and hanging up your lab coat. You paused for a minute and decided to do something, hoping it would work.
"What's an astronaut's favorite candy bar?," you asked softly and you heard him pause. You bit your lip, more nervous than you should have been. You paused a beat, watching as he still refused to look up at you. "A Marsbar," you deadpanned and waited, watching as his lips stretched into a small smile. "Ah, come on, Chris," you sighed and he finally looked up at you, grinning wider now.
"Eh," he shrugged, "I've heard better."
