He woke up slowly from the crash and it was safe to say that the view through his cracked helmet officially sucked.

He hadn't meant to crash the ship; the steering wheel had snapped off and there was no other way to guide the ship. He cursed whoever had built the ship — if he survived the ordeal of making it out and returning to Earth, someone was going to be sued.

Sitting up, he glanced at the wreckage through his cracked helmet. Everything was destroyed. He saw the lifeless forms of his crew members and felt a surge of grief. It was his fault. He was the reason why there were dead.

He crawled over to the body of his co-captain, Sirius, and hung his head. I'm sorry, he thought. I shouldn't have listened to Severus...it's my fault you're dead.

After he spent a few minutes properly mourning his friend, he stood and surveyed his surroundings, pushing the guilt and grief from his mind. He had crashed on some unknown planet and he had no idea what was here if anyone lived here.

He walked through the bodies, assessing how much damage was done, but stopped when he saw a chest rising and falling.

One of his crew...was breathing.

He glimpsed red hair. There was only one person with red hair and that was his engineer, Lily.

She must've been tinkering with something at the back of the ship, hence why she was wearing the oxygen suit.

She was alive.

It took all of his self-control to not scoop her up and hug her tightly. Instead, he knelt and tried to rouse her.

Her eyes opened and her lips parted. James couldn't tell what she was saying, but the relief was painted plainly on her face. She sat up and threw her arms around him.

James felt a tiny flicker of hope. As long as he had someone, everything would be okay.


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Sci-fi September Day 29 - He woke up slowly from the crash and it was safe to say that the view through his cracked helmet officially sucked.