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Idk if I'll ever finish writing this so here, this is the first part of a weird petermart fic set on a wolf359-esque au, where martin is an ai of a station formerly occupied by jon, tim and sasha and peter is... there

(some parts aren't as polished but again, its a work in progress)

Silence.

Stillness.

Empty.

What was a station without it's crew if not any of that? The only sound breaking the stillness being the pipes of the engine and the creaking of the metallic mantle as it floated, undisturbed, in the vast expanse of space.

Except, not really.

Martin was there, and he was someone, wasn't he? Ergo, the station wasn't empty. He had no body to speak of but he was there, and so he talked. About the things he saw on earth, about some of the books they brought with them for the journey, about the very few critters that made their way into the station and that he politely kept the temperatures on for, about his teammates... his friends.

(One week, two days, eleven hours and 32 minutes since the last time he saw them, but who was counting?)

Sometimes he found himself in silence, replaying moments he had saved on his database. Commander Sims [smth], Officer Stoker's endless chattering with him to keep him company, trying to recreate sounds or flavors for him to understand, Doctor James that was more His doctor than anything else, helping him with his code when things got too hard for him to do it alone...

Sometimes he just did his tasks in silence, trying to not let the crushing loneliness get to him. It worked most of the time.

(One week, seven days, twenty hours and forty three minutes)

Martin didn't know why the sudden and mixed signal of a ship docking filled him with dread, shouldn't he be happy? Couldn't it be possible for his friends to come back?

To return home?

But something felt wrong as unfamiliar plaques and unfamiliar shapes blinked on his optic fabric. The unfamiliar shape made their way through a room and the next one and the next one and Martin could barely get their face on the camera, or the sounds of their fabric rustling or the rise and fall of their breath, until he lost them altogether.

"Hello?" He asked, eventually, desperately searching for any of the cameras and any of the rooms for the stranger, until a voice spoke through a channel.

"I wasn't aware someone else was here. Where are you?" A male voice said, not sounding particularly worried about his fate. It took Martin a second to gather himself, voice sounding more sure than what he felt himself being.

"I am the A.I of the station. I'm sorry to inform you my crew is... absent at this time, but if you need anything I can always write down a message for when they come back."

"A.I... I won't suppose you're Mar-"

"Martin." He said quickly, with the name his friends helped pick up for him instead of the old timey god of war.

"Martin..." And it sounded... strange, coming out of the mouth of the stranger, but he didn't had time to focus on it when a camera suddenly showed the profile of a man as he traced his knuckles through the cold metal of the hallway, smiling. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Peter Lukas. I wish there was a better way to say this, Martin, but you are under new management."

"...What?" The smile of the man didn't waver, never looking directly into his camera lenses but to the air around him.

"Well, you Are all alone now, aren't you?"

"I... I am, yes, but, but my crew will-"

"Yes, yes, your crew... how long have you've been without your crew, again?"

Martin dreaded, and a few cables shot-circuited somewhere inside the walls.

"Some time, I wouldn't-"

"How long, Martin." This time the man, Peter, looked into the camera for a few seconds, smile visible and cold. It didn't reach his eyes.

"..." Checking the database and rechecking it again a couple times, Martin eventually announced "A month... one week... five days..."

"Hmm."

"They will come back."

"Of course they will" Peter said, in a way that Martin suspected that lacked sincerity. "But until then, I'll do my best to keep you company as I work."

"You... your work? What, what will you do?" Trying to pick a sign of the shuttle Martin found it to be even weaker than the life form currently talking to him "Why and how are you even here? Sir"

"I'm afraid my work is... confidential, of sorts. But please, don't let my presence keep you from what you're supposed to be doing, and don't worry about me! I know practically nothing about the technology you're made of, I wouldn't be able to hurt you in any way that mattered" His smile stretched a bit, as if it was a joke, before sobering only a bit "I asure you, it will be like I'm not even here at all..."

#the magnus archives #martin blackwood #peter lukas #petermartin #eeeeeeh kinda #the overall fic IS pm and a work abt loneliness yet the need for other ppl #in SPACE #statement ends #my art tag #fic tag #magnus archives

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