A/N: First of all, Where My Demons Hide (my TVD fic) is on hold slightly because of GotG. Stuck in Reverse is also on hold. I will finish both soon, I promise! Okay I pretty much shouted for joy when I found that I am not the only person who ships Peter x Gamora! I've seen the movie twice now, and I shipped them from the start. They are my everything, tbh. So, I got pulled into that ship further when I started reading these lovely Peter x Gamora fics and aaahhh now I can't stop. I just got a lot of feels from Train's "Angel in Blue Jeans", which spawned this. Peter!whump and unabashed Peter x Gamora (what is their ship name anyway? Quimora? Pemora?)

May make this a two-shot? Please do review, lovelies! It makes my day.

His fingers curl around the small multi-faceted stone, and when his skin touches it, fire licks through his veins. Pain, pure white-hot (or rather blazing purple) searing pain spreads through his body. Tendrils of purple energy dance over his skin. He can feel it tearing him apart from the core of his being, and it's all he can do to hold himself together as it tears through him. The sheer power of the stone brings a storm of grey and white into being until all he can see is the sharp violet rays of the stone in his grasp and the grey clouds whipping viciously around him.

"PETER!" Her voice rings out in the storm with unexpected clarity, and if he weren't so preoccupied at the moment, he'd wonder how that could ever be. Pain rips through him again, tearing a scream from his lips. It's agony, but he turns his head at the sound of his name. He can barely see her in the darkness, but he does. He can just make out her kneeling green form. The winds whip her dark tresses around her angular faces, and the light from the Stone catches in her dark gaze. Her pretty face is contorted in a mixture of anguish and desperation. "Peter, take my hand!" Her voice is louder now, closer? That's the moment he catches the tiny movement of her arm uplifting and extending. Her hand's held out to him; however (he still doesn't know if it was the pain or the Stone) close she appears to be, she feels light years away. She feels so very far away, and his heart itself twists because goddamnit, he needs her and he can't take this pain much longer. Even Peter Quill has his limits, and he feels as if he's drawing quite close to them. "Take my hand!" she calls again, only this time it isn't her he hears.

The scene changes before his eyes, and instead of her, it's his mother he sees lying on the hospital bed. "Peter, take my hand," his mother pleads. Her voice is too soft and begins to tremble. She calls his name again, and the last remains of her strength carry the syllables. "Peter." A tear rolls down his cheek-his last moment of peace before reality hits. Before Gamora's calling his name. Before he reaches out with what little strength he has left. Their fingers brush, then her hand grasps his. She locks her grip on his, ( he thinks in hindsight, forever sealing their fate).

Then the world fell away. When the light faded, and his own heart begans to stutter, the sound of hers lulled him to sleep

With Ronan the Accuser literally nothing but dust in the wind, the others slowly rise from the destruction around them. Rocket groans as he scoots out from under the ruin of the ship. Drax shakes rubble off and coughs. Gamora rolls into a sitting position, one hand reaching up to rub her head. her temples throb, and her heart is all but slamming against her sternum. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she surveyed the aftermath of the battle.

"Rocket, Drax, where is Peter?" she asks, worry settling into the pit of her stomach as she catches no sight of the Terran. She pulls herself to her feet, letting her gaze drift over the wreckage again and again in hopes of catching even a glimpse of the man.

"I-," the raccoon breaks off, takes a look around and looks back at Gamora with furrowed brows, "Drax, you seen Star-Dork?"

"I have not seen any of Peter Quill after the great explosion that has consumed the Accuser," Drax answers too slowly for Rocket's patience. "His name is Star Lord."

"Nah, the ridiculous nickname he's designed for himself is Star Lord. And shit, man, is it really that hard to lose track of him?" Rocket snaps. "Well he is a lot more vulnerable than the rest of us. Stupid Terran might've gotten himself blow up." He mutters the last bit.

"Now is not the time, Rocket. He has just saved the galaxy, so I beg your forgiveness if I happen to wonder if he too has survived," Gamora answers icily. "I have not seen him and have become concerned."

Drax wanders away from them, kicking at loose pieces of rubble as he walks. It's when his foot hits something soft (and that thing happens to groan in response) that he stops suddenly, startled. "What is the cause of this sound?" he asks to himself. He crouches down and digs his hands under the limp form at his feet, scooping it up in his arms. The movement shakes loose the debris and dust which had previously prevented him from identifiying the figure. Drax's eyes widen when he recognizes the man (or what is left of him) in his arms.

"Gamora, I have found him. Peter Quill."

A/N: Thoughts? Whatever's on your mind, tell me in a review! I may continue this (certainly have an idea for it)