HUFFLEPUFF: “[War] is instinctive. But the instinct can be fought. We’re human beings with the blood of a million savage years on our hands! But we can stop it. We can admit that we’re killers… but we’re not going to kill today. That’s all it takes! Knowing that we’re not going to kill – today!” –Gene L. Coon + Robert Hamner (Jim Kirk: Star Trek: A Taste Of Armageddon)
Y’all I just really missed writing Chris okay. Also YAY 200 FOLLOWERS
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you mumbled, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Next to you, Dr. Beck chuckled, shaking his head. You turned to him, quirking your head to the side in a questioning manner.
“What’s so funny, Beck?” you asked, eliciting yet another laugh.
“what are you ‘oh my god’ing about?” he asked, turning to face you, not before adding, “and that’s Dr. Beck to you, missy.” You giggled, continuing to nervously bounce.
“Well,you know, it’s just that this is the last day of training, and in three days we’re gonna be in SPACE!” you exclaimed excitedly, causing the man beside you to smile.
“Yeah, then I’m going to be stuck with you for months and months on end,” Chris faked annoyance, making you gasp and playfully hit his arm.
“Hey, you two! Quit flirting, we have training to do,” Watney called, a cheeky smile on his face as he walked away. You were positive your cheeks had turned bright red, so you turned away from Chris as to not embarrass yourself. The problem with the guy was, you actually did like him. Of course, he could never know because it is not permitted for crew mates to be romantic with each other before or during the flight.
“Oi, I’ll have to get him back later,” Chris mumbled, making you laugh.
“I like the idea of a revenge plan,” you replied, mischief sparkling in your eyes. You both set off down the hall towards the training area, hatching a revenge plan the whole time.
-3 hours later-
You were all getting a break from training to have some sort of lunch. The whole crew headed towards the cafe, chatting animatedly about the upcoming launch. Martinez and Watney were having a competition to see who could make the best sexual innuendo, while Commander Lewis tried to keep a straight face. Behind them, Johanssen read something on her e-reader, hardly looking at where she was going.
“(Y/l/n), come get a sandwich with me,” Beck whined, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the line. You smiled at this loose, childish side of him that didn’t come out often. You ere so enthralled by it- by him, really. He was simultaneously smart, caring, adorable, sweet, and dorky all at the same time. That was the reason you fell head of heels for him practically on the first day of training.
“Which sandwich should i get?” he asked, scanning his eyes over the many options.
“I say the turkey sandwich,” you said, and he nodded quickly, ordering one from the guy behind the counter.
“I’m gonna miss real food so much once we’re in space,” he pouted, leaning against the counter as we waited for his food. You nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, me too, especially my Nona’s cooking,” you said thoughtfully, tummy growling at the thought of her delicious food.
“It’s okay though, i’ll have you on board with me! I’d give up real food for you any day,” he grinned, making your heart pound.
“Ditto, cutie,” you replied, also grinning, until you realized what you just said. Your hand flew up to cover your mouth and your eyes widened.
“Nope. No, I did not just say that.I’m gonna just.. go over..there,” you stuttered, backing away. Chris held a blank face for a moment, then he broke out laughing.
“Relax, (y/n)! You think I’m cute,” he teased, drawing out the end of ‘cute’. You turned firetruck red, looking anywhere except for him.
“Yeah, I did. But it doesn’t change anything, kay? We’re going to space in three days, I can’t ruin that now,” you explained, finally looking up to meet his eyes.