Chris Beck ~ The Martian
**Part 2 to Cheat?**
Prompt:
Landing back home on Earth.
After eating lunch with your mom, dad, and sister.
It's long, so no part 3.
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(F/C/S)= Your favorite coffee shop.
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Home...
You unlock the door to you and Brett's shared apartment. Sneaking into the apartment you only hear a quiet skin on leather squeak as you quietly set down you duffle bag next to the door. You furrow your eyebrow as you walk down the hallway into the living room.
The sight you saw will now be lasered into the back of your eyelids.
You saw your fiance with his shirt off making out with a bleach blonde (sorry if that is your hair color) slut who is straddling him without a shirt on too.
"Brett?" You manage to stifle out through the betrayal.
Brett stops eating the blonde's face and his eyes go wide.
"What the hell?" You whisper.
"(Y-Y/N)." He stutters as the girl gets off of him and he stands up. "It's not what it looks like." He pleads.
"Do you really think that'll work on me?" You say in a serious tone of voice. "You really think while I was up in fucking space, that 'it's not what it looks like' will work on me?"
"No, I'm sor-"
"If you were sorry, you would haven't even done anything! There wouldn't even have been anything to say sorry about!" Your voice rises. "This is what you did while I was up in space!? Cheat on me with some bleach blonde slut?"
"Excuse me?" The blonde stands up. "Don't you dare call me a slut." She demands.
"Oh, I'm sorry." You put your hand over your chest. "I just walked in on you swapping silva with my ex fiance and I just assumed."
"Ex fiance?" He looks at you hurt.
"Yeah, because I why wouldn't I stay with someone who cheated on me for over 4 years while I was in space." You shout at him.
"Please. (Y/N)-"
"Don't even talk to me." You raise your hand up and walk down the hallway.
"(Y/N), Baby, wait." He grabs your arm, stopping you like Chris did when he knew something was wrong. You look up at him and instead of seeing the worry and concern that you saw Chris had, you saw guilt and hurt.
"Don't baby me." You say quietly. "I've loved you for over 5 years and when I had to leave, before that, you cheated on me with some randomass tramp." The anger you felt earlier now turning into sadness.
"I thought we were stronger than this. You made me feel bad every time Chris was in the room while I was video chatting with you. You made me feel bad when I even hugged Chris because I was missing you.
"But you weren't even thinking about me, Brett." You jerk your arm out of his grip. "I'll be back for my stuff either later or in a few days."
You walk down the hallway, picking up your NASA duffle bag as you open the door.
But before you leave, you slip off the engagement ring and throw it on the table near the door.
*•*•*•
"Chris." You sniffle into the phone as you walk down the street.
"Hey, (Y/N)." Chris answers. "Whats wrong?"
"Everything." You bluntly state. "What are you doing right now?" You question.
"Just got back from eating lunch with some family." He answers. "Why?"
"Can you meet me at the (F/C/S) by my apartment?"
"Yeah, of course." You hear him scatter a bit. "Oh, shit." He swears, you hear a thud and a clatter. You laugh through the tears you didn't realize that were streaming down your face.
"Did you just fall?" You ask with a scoff.
"Slightly." He mumbles. "I'm not used to the gravity here yet. We've been gone for like 4 years." He defends, making you smile.
"Yeah. 4 years." You grumble.
Silence fills on both ends of the line.
"I'm in getting into my car right now. Do you want me to stay on the line?" He asks as you hear his car engine turn on.
"Could... Could you stay on the line?" You ask shyly.
"No problem, doll face." He answers.
Coffee Shop...
"I'm almost there." Beck breaks the silence over the line as you play with the lip of the coffee lid. "Had to park a couple blocks away." He explains.
The corner of your lips tug up slightly and sit up more in your tall chair by the window.
"How much longer?" You question.
"Look up." He commands.
You look up and see Chris standing behind the chair still in his gray NASA windbreaker, one hand in pocket the other bringing down his phone into his pocket.
You put your phone in your pocket too as he sits down in the seat across from you.
"What happened?" He coos noticing your tear stained face, and puffy, red, dilated eyes.
You sniffle while looking down then back up, wiping your nose with the sleeve of the dark blue NASA athletic shirt you're wearing along with black compression pants.
"I'm an idiot." You state looking in him the eye.
Beck looks confused for a second then he realizes what you're talking about. He clenches his jaw and bites his lip.
"What happened?" He asks trying to suppress his anger.
"I came home from eating lunch with my family..." You take a deep breath and start to play with the ends of your sleeves. "And found my fianc- ex fiance about to have sex with another woman." You don't hold back as the tears fall down your face, not bothering to wipe them.
"Don't cry, (Y/N)." He leans over the small table and wipes the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs. "He's not worth it, he didn't deserve you."
"But I made myself believe that I was being stupid, that I was just paranoid. I was right, though. He was cheating on me and I didn't even know it." You almost sob. "I'm an idiot! It's my fault, I shouldn't have left."
Beck leans forward so you are eye level with each other while he still holds onto your face.
"You are not stupid. You just couldn't think that he would ever do that to you." He consoles "I don't even know how someone could do that to you. So don't blame yourself that. He could have stop himself from hurting you. He's the one to blame. Do you understand?"
You nod.
"Good." He kisses your forehead and removes his hands from your cheeks.
You guys sit there in silence for a few moments.
"Did... do you have a place to stay?" He asks.
You look up at him and shrug.
"Is that offer on staying at your place still stand?" You ask.
"Of course it does." He tries to smile for you. "Do you wanna go catch a movie then head over?" He asks knowing when you guys were up in space, him watching a movie with you would usually make you feel better.
You nod and stand up, grabbing your bag.
Movie Theater...
You two sit in the back row of the dark theater as you are halfway through the movie.
As you look over a Beck sitting next to you, you can't help to compare Brett to Beck right now.
Beck has been more nice to you than Brett has. If you were crying around Brett he would just tell you to suck it up and shut up. But when you were around Beck and crying, he would hug you, watch a movie with you, try to make you feel better.
When you were angry Beck would give you some space (hehe, pun intended) until he thinks you're fine or until you are calmed down enough for him to talk to you. Brett just pushes your button even more.
The way Beck's beautiful blue eyes sparkle when he talks to you or makes you laugh. The way the corners of his eye crinkle up when he laughs too hard. The way his teeth literally shine in black light because they're so white.
His short soft brown hair. His pink lips. His smile. The way he looks with some stubble or 5 o' clock shadow. His adorable face when he is doing anything. The dorky pet names he gives you. How everything about him is so perf-
"Whatcha ogling at, doll face?" He questions, turning his head to look at you with that smirk.
"Nothing." You shrug turning to the movie again.
"Sure." He shakes his head and turns back to the movie too.
Why weren't you with Beck?
You suddenly think.
"Hey Beck?" You whisper.
"Hmm?" He turns to you.
"Why was I ever with Brett?"
His eyebrows furrow.
"What?"
"Why was I ever with Brett when I had you?" You ask seriously.
Beck's eye's widen and his mouth opens agape.
"What do yo-"
He gets cut off by you grabbing the back off his head and pushing his lips to yours.
It takes a short moment for him to reciprocate the kiss but when he does you wonder why you haven't done this before.
The way your lips melt against his and how your lips sync together into the greatest kiss you've ever had. But you have to pull away because of air.
"Seriously." You breath. "Why the hell was I with Brett?"
"I don't know but it made me crazy as hell every time you would videochat him or talk about him and when you thought he was cheating then you gave up that idea." He admits rubbing his thumb across your cheekbone.
"Can we head back to your place now?" You ask.
"You sure?"
"Hellz yeah." You stand up.
*smirk face* *wiggles eyebrows*
Alternate Ending...
"What happened?" He coos noticing you tear stained face, and puffy, red, dilated eyes.
You sniffle while looking down then back up, wiping your nose with the sleeve of the dark blue NASA athletic shirt you're wearing along with black compression pants.
"I'm an idiot." You state looking in him the eye.
Beck looks confused for a second then he realizes what you're talking about. He clenches his jaw and bites his lip.
"What happened?" He asks trying to suppress his anger.
"I came home from eating lunch with my family..." You take a deep breath and start to play with the ends of your sleeves. "And found my fianc- ex fiance about to have sex with another woman." You don't hold back as the tears fall down your face, not bothering to wipe them.
You notice Beck's fists ball on the table and him giving an angry expression.
"Grab your bag." He demands in a serious tone as he stands up.
"Wha-why?" You question grabbing your bag while standing up.
"We're going to go get your stuff." He explains holding his hand out to you.
You look at him for a second but then take his hand.
You and Brett's Apartment...
Beck storms into the apartment, dragging you in by you hand. He stops and leaves you in the living room, heading off who knows where.
"(Y/N)?" You hear Brett's weak voice call coming out of the kitchen. "You came back. I'm so sorry. I love you so much." His voice shakes while walking towards you.
You just cross your arms and ignore him.
"Please, (Y/N)." He pleads stopping in front of you. "I need you, I shouldn't have cheated on you." He grabs your hands. "Please say you'll come back, we can wor--"
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!" Beck yells making Brett jump back.
You look over at Beck who has a bag in his hands.
"Who the fuck are you?" Brett exclaims.
Beck drops the bag and walks towards the two of you.
"The real question is who the fuck are you to get a girl like her?" Beck angrily questions pointing a finger at him. "She is the most sweetest, smartest, amazing girl in the world and you ended up with her. You were going to marry her. I would do anything to marry her but you were going to. But you fucking cheated on her amazing ass." He is now face to face with Brett.
"Who the fuck are you coming into my home and yelling at me?" Brett retorts. "This has nothing to do with you."
"It sure as hell does!" He counters. "Who did she go to when she had a thought you were cheating on her? Me. Who did she talk to and hug when she was feeling homesick? Me. Who did she come to when she found out that her fiance was cheating on her? ME!" He defends.
"Only because I wasn't there."
"If you were there you would have told me to suck it up and get over it!" You yell from behind Beck.
"No, I would have helped you, (Y/N)." Brett tries to defend.
"Do you even know what to do when I'm sad?" You question as Beck crosses his arms and stands next to you, giving Brett the death glare.
"Yeah, give you ice cream." He explains.
"Beck?" You turn to him.
"Movies and cuddles." He states simply.
"Beck is correct." You take a step forward. "What do you need to do when I'm angry?"
"Try to talk you about it." Brett answers.
You turn to Beck.
"Let you cool down till you want to talk or check up on you after a half an hour or so."
"What do you do when I'm missing my family?" You ask.
"You always complain about your family." Brett.
"She doesn't hate her family, it just how her family shows affection to each other." Beck scoffs.
"Do I want kids?" You ask.
"No. You said they're annoying littl-"
"Yes, she wants kids. 2 boys and 1 girl."
"He knows me more than you know me." You point a finger into Brett's still bare chest. "I was supposed to marry you, Brett. How can I marry someone who doesn't even know the basics of other person you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with?" You question then turn around when he doesn't say anything.
"Beck, I'm going to take that offer on staying at your place for awhile." You tell Beck, he nods. You walk towards you and Brett's old shared room, scooping up your bag on the way.
*•*•*•
After stuffing most of your clothes into the bag, you walk back out into the living room to see Brett and Beck yelling at each other. Brett has Beck's coat fisted up in his fist but Beck looks unfazed, only pissed off.
"I'm not letting her go without a fight!" Brett yells raising his fist up at Beck, but you pull Brett off of him as sock him in the jaw.
"Oh my God." Beck breaths as Brett stumbles back, holding his hand up to his face.
"Oh my God!" You wince shaking your hand in pain. "It always looks less painful in the movies." You whine as Beck shows up by your side, holding your probably injured hand.
"That was...hot." Beck states checking out your hand. "But the impact mixed with the way your fist was enough to probably hurt it somehow. You need to ice and wrap--"
"We're not on the Hermes anymore, Beck. You don't have to explain what's injured." You mumble before pulling his collar down with you uninjured hand. "And I can officially do this." You whisper before pressing your lips to his in a slow, blissful kiss.
"What?" Brett straightens up with his arms out. "Are you going to finish me up or just make out right in front of me?"
"Do you want me to finish you up?" Beck sneers breaking the kiss to look at Brett.
Brett's eyes widen as he checks Beck up and down.
"No." He shakes his head vigorously.
Alternate-Alternate Ending...
You notice Beck's fists ball on the table and him giving an angry expression.
"Grab your bag." He demands in a serious tone as he stands up.
"Wha-why?" You question grabbing your bag while standing up.
"We're going to go get your stuff." He explains holding his hand out to you.
You look at him for a second but then take his hand.
You and Brett's Apartment...
Beck storms into the apartment, dragging you in by you hand. He stops as he sees Brett pacing around the living room, still shirtless until he sees you.
"(Y/N)-" Brett starts but is cut off by Beck socking him in the face.
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Either a Jefferson or Bucky imagine next-most likely Jeffy.
~Meowlnir