I saw the movie. Three words: Holy. Bucking. Christ.
Amazing, truly amazing. I'm still awestruck at the amazingness of that movie.

SPOILERS**

This is dedicated to Hiraet-h

P.S. you're Mark Whatney's sister.

P.P.S. I'm not using any kind of script, so the lines will be off.

"Stay close, shout if you get lost!" The Commander, Lewis, shouted before you went into the storm. You gave your brother a reassuring look, then began to trek outwards.

"Ugh!" You exclaim as you walk into the sand storm, flinching even though you had a helmet on. You walked carefully on the Martian surface, trying to focus on your steps rather than the conversation happening around you.

Suddenly, a sickening creak traveled through the air, and you looked up just in time to fall to your stomach and dodge the large piece of debris. You sighed in releif, standing up when you heard an all too familiar scream.

"Mark!" You shout. "Mark! Talk to me!" You tried to stay calm, keep your mind clear.

"His suit is breached. Beck, how much time does he have?" The Commander asked, her voice determined.

"A minute and a half at best." Chris said back. You looked around you, trying to find him.

"Our tilt is at eleven degrees. You need to be here before thirteen." Martinez said from back at the emergency shuttle.

"Everybody go back!" Lewis ordered.

"No! I need to find him!" You said, the tears brimming your eyes.

"(Y/N)," Chris said, walking beside you. "Come on."

"I. Need. To. Find. Him. I am not leaving him here!" You seethed.

"The Commander has got it, come on, we need to go." He put a hand on your shoulder. "He would want you to be safe."

"Don't make me do this." You choked out, a tear escaping your eye. "Don't make me leave him."

"It's an order." Lewis said, her tone steely. You looked into the storm, sweeping your eyes over the surface once more.

"I'm sorry, Mark." You whispered before turning and hastily making your way towards the shuttle, Chris on your tail.

You buckled into your seat, trying to ignore the empty space next to you.

"We're at twelve point three, Commander!" Martinez yelled urgently.

"I know none of you want to hear this, but he's dead. We need to go." Chris said solemnly.

"Dude!" Martinez exclaimed. Chris looked at hime with a 'what?' expression. You closed your eyes and kept Chris's words out of your head.

He's okay. You thought. He's coming back to the shuttle right now.

You kept your eyes closed, even when you heard steps up the ladder, even when you heard the click of a buckle, even when you felt the vibrations of the take off. You breathed heavily as you reached a hesitant hand next to you, hoping to feel a body, a person, your brother, but felt nothing. It was only then when you broke down.

You let out a strangled cry due to the force on your lungs from the take off. Everybody around you had to listen to you shout, their broken hearts uncomparable to your shattered one.

***time skip brought to you by Sebastian in a skater dress***

You sat in your bed on the Hermes, staring forward at the wall. You lost count of the days, but knew too many had passed since you seen your older brother.

Mark Whitney. Why did you have to die?

You didn't cry, you didn't have anymore tears left, but instead stared blankly anywhere and everywhere, your eyes glossing over as you delved into your thoughts.

A knock at your door made you jump slightly, and snap your head in that direction. Chris stood there with a sad smile on his face. You mirrored his smile.

Chris had been helping you the most through this trouble. Unbeknownst to the rest of the crew, he had lost a brother in an accident when he was younger. He knew how you were feeling, and helped you through the pain.

"There's a message for us." He said. You nodded and stood, stopping by his towering frame. He put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you through the doorway as you draped an arm across his waist. You rested you head on his shoulder as you walked out to where the rest of the crew was, all of them giving you sympathetic looks. You averted your eyes, not wanting to see their sadness.

You walked around the computer screen with Chris, hoping nothing had gone wrong. That was the last thing you needed.

"Hello, crew. Well, there some... news. And, well, there's no easy way to put this...

Mark Whatney is still alive."

You lost your breath, covering your mouth with your free hand, trying to remember how to breathe.

He was alive. You left your brother, alive, on a Martian planet.

You turned so you could bury your head into Chris's sweater, hoping it would muffle your cries. You didn't know what to feel, whether it be happiness, sadness, guilt, hope.

Chris wrapped both his arms around you, running his hand soothingly across your back.

"Shh, it's okay." He cooed quietly. "It's going to be okay."

"I left him." Lewis said.

"We all did." Chris argued.

"You were following orders." She said quickly. "I left him."

You broke away and ran to your room, needing a second to let it all sink in. You didn't care what the others thought.

"I'll talk to her." Johansson suggested.

"Give her time. Trust me." Chris said, making his way towards your room.

***time skip brought to you by Sebastian in a cupcake dress***

"I'll we do this, we're talking about mutiny." Lewis stated.

"Don't." You said, and breathed deeply. "Don't even talk about risks. We all know he would risk everything for one of us." You opened your eyes and looked around the room. "I'm ready to die for him."

You kept looking around, and when no one responded, you stood abruptly. "Well, tell me what you all think. You know what I choose."

You turned and left, not looking back as you went to the gym, turning on the treadmill and running your stress away.

Beck came in ten minutes later, turning off the treadmill. You held onto the side supports as you slowed down, steadying your breathing. There was a pause before he spoke.

"We're doing it. We're going to get him." He said. A smile broke out on your face and you threw your arms around his neck, laughing with glee. He laughed as well as he hugged you back.

"I've missed your smile." He admitted. You pulled back and laughed again, placing a light kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, Chris." You said quietly, looking into his eyes for a second before breaking out of his grasp and walking away.

***time skip brought to you by Bucky wondering where the heck Sebastian got all of these dresses***

You watched through the small window as the Commander was drawn in with Mark attached to her, the happy tears already streaming down your cheeks.

Finally, the pressure stabilized, and you practically burst through the door as soon as you could. You twisted Mark's helmet off and put his face in your hands.

"You're alive. You're okay." You said. He laughed with teary eyes, taking your hands and kissing each palm. You were practically pushed aside as the others said their hellos. You looked to your right and saw Chris smiling in the corner, and you floated over to him.

"Hey there." You said, making him face you. "You did it."

"I didnt do it alone." He replied. You flicked away a tear, which was suspended in the air. You twisted off his helmet as well, releasing a hissing sound as you pulled it off his head.

You let it float and pulled his face to yours, connecting your lips in a long overdue kiss. You heard Mark hoot, making Chris and you both smile into the kiss and split apart.

"You got busy while I was gone." Mark said, making everyone laugh.

And to think you let that smart mouth boy be Chris's best man at your wedding...