There won't be much detail in this (because I'm making an actual fanfic)

I have literally screamed "don't look at me like that" to the gif. <my life
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"(Y/N), wake up." Mark said, shaking your bunk. You groaned and rolled over to face him, a scowl on your face.

"What." You said sleepily.

"I'm heading out now. I'll be back in... forty days, maybe."

"Where are you going again?"

"Pathfinder." He smirked and began walking towards the EVA suits. "Don't let the potatoes die, please."

"Got, Farmer Joe."

He chuckled as you rose from your bed, shuffling towards the kitchen to make hot martian coffee (water).

"Oh, and (Y/N)? If you could, can you go out to the other rover and see if you can connect the oxygenator to it?" He asked, twisting on his gloves.

"I can try. I'll take a look at making the battery bigger, too." You took a sip of your 'coffee'.

"Thanks. See you soon."

"Don't die."

He paused and sighed. "I'll try my hardest."

And with that, he was off to find a dingy old rover that may or may not work. The things you do to survive.

After a hearty meal of a 1/4 ration, you suited up and made your way to the second rover. It had been pretty beat up when the sand storm came through- the same sand storm that stranded two astronauts on Mars- but it wasn't completely scrapped.

You'd have to fix the cabin, for sure. There's no way two people would fit in a single rover without becoming a human pretzel. The mechanics were all frozen after exposure to the atmosphere, so it couldn't operate. You'd have to make it a trailer.

As far as space goes, there wasn't a lot of room. Possibly enough to fit a food supply, maybe an extra suit, but not enough for an oxygenator, atmospheric regulator, and a water refiner. You needed to figure out that problem first.

Well, with fried operations, the controls were the first to go. You ripped out the computer and control panel with a super sophisticated, high class device (hammer), and gently got rid of the steering apparatus (hammer again). You removed the seat from its track, but seeing as to how you might need a place to sit, you decided to just shift the track forward and put the seat back on it.

After the removal of unnecessary wires and small devices, you had created a good three feet of space. It would be enough for the life-saving devices, of which you'd now nicknamed LSD, but there wasn't any height to the back of the rover. It bent downwards to meet the floor, making barely enough head room for a person.

"Fuck it." You mumbled, walking back to the HAB. You'd done enough for the day. When you got back, you planned on a 1/2 ration and a quick message to Mark. You'd deserved it.

You stripped off the EVA suit and threw a potato into the microwave. As you waited for it to cook, you plopped in front of the computer and pulled up communication systems with rover one.

HAB: Hey, Mark. You still alive?

R1: No.

HAB: Good. More food for me.

R1: Haha, you're hilarious.

HAB: But seriously, you doing good?

R1: Everything's fine. I've barely gotten any distance. This fucking battery is so weak.

HAB: Yeah, I'm working on it.

R1: How was the rover?

HAB: Got enough floor space. There isn't enough height, though. I'll figure it out tomorrow.

R1: Good. That's good.

HAB: Get some sleep, Mark. Don't let any aliens kill you.

R1: No promises, (Y/N). Goodnight.

You smiled slightly and closed the window, opening the video log.

"Hello, earthlings." You said. "It's now sol 72 and Mark has set out on his recovery mission, or as he likes to call it, 'Sirius 4'. Whatever. He's all excited about everything, with this whole 'being the only people on Mars' situation." You sighed, leaning back in your chair. The microwave beeped. "I don't know. I'm a bit less hopeful than him. But I know, if it comes down to it, I'm not letting him die."

***point of view shift brought to you by Mark being forced to eat potatoes by his mother XD**

Mark packed up the solar panels, stacking them back on the roof and securing them in place. He started the engines of the rover, flipping on the audio log as he began to drive.

"Well, Sirius 4 is a success, so far. But this whole charging things is pretty damn annoying. I'd rather listen to Lewis' music for the rest of my life." He paused and thought about that reality. "Actually, no. I'll deal with the charging." He turned the rover and sat back in his chair. "I'm pretty concerned about (Y/N), though. She's been down in the dumps, I guess. I don't know. I'm trying to stay positive, trying to keep her spirits up." He paused, giving the camera a quick glance. "If we really meet the end, she's the one who's staying alive. I'll take all of the morphine in Beck's lab. Call me a hero, but it's just training. She's smaller, the food will last longer. It'll be better for her. I've got parents, she's got a whole family. And Beck. Hell, she needs to make it for Beck. They were all over each other." He chuckled. "Ah, damn it." He laughed. "We've got to make it back."

***point of view shift brought to you by Sebastian freaking out when he saw his doppelganger (Beck) go into space***

Chris fiddled with a card as he layed on his bunk, his free hand behind his head and his eyes on the ceiling. Your grandfather's journal layed beside him, open to the page where your grandfather realized he loved your grandmother. It was beautiful, really, but it only broke his heart further. He had realized his love for you right before the storm he. He was going to tell you back on the Hermes, but... the situation happened.

And now it was far too late.