Summary: WARNING SPOILERS FOR MOVIE AND COMICS. After the events of the Infinity Stone, word reaches J'son, King of Spartox of this Peter Quill a.k.a Star Lord a.k.a the son he thought was dead.

Chapter 1

The great fest hall of Spartox was empty, except for one. The great fest hall which was famed for its large and warm hearth were unlit and cold save for the small flame on the candles next to the occupied throne. The great fest hall which was renowned for being able to hold 5,000 feasting Spartans, was empty save for its King. The great fest hall that at times of celebration, Xander can here its joyous cries from across the universe, was silent.

The only sound emitting from the fest hall was the sound of a thumb brushing gently over a photograph. In a rhythmic and almost soothing pattern, the creases of the thumb gliding the surface of the aged paper, crumbled and faded from so many years of wear. And if one looked closely enough, you could see water stains from many different tears over the years.

King J'son of Spartox sat perched on his throne, holding in his hand a glass of very strong fire whiskey and in the other hand what the Terrains called a Polaroid photo. It was the only photo he had of them. Of the smiling, beautiful blonde haired woman, tired and worn from a difficult labor. Her blue eyes were fixed not at the camera but at the blue bundle she was holding. The baby looked most like his mother, soft blonde hair instead of the thick brown hair dotted with gray and a matching beard his father had.

A tear slipped from his eyes, not bothering to wipe it, King J'son took a drink and continued to stare at the only picture of his son he had. Blue eyes that matched his mothers stared back through the photograph. Peter Jason Quill was only a few hours old but the strength he had in his eyes of that of a warrior, a King, his son. If he would of been able to grow up, he would of towered over his father in both likeness and stance. But that day, regrettably for the king would never come. Today King J'son was in mourning, the entire kingdom has been on this day for twenty six years.

This day, May 6th should have been the happiest day in the King's life, the birth of his son, his Peter. This day, May 6th was also the worst as seven years after Peter's birth, the King's light, the King's love, his Meredith slipped away from this world and into the next. Another tear fell from J'son's eye, this one fell onto the Polaroid. This tear was for Peter.

After hearing about his future Queen's death, King J'son sent the only people who could get through Kree occupied space; a group of thieves called the Ravagers. The young and newly crowned King and desperate father paid them a million units up front for the safe return of his child. But no amount of units can bring back a life, it was not the Kree but the Nova Fleet that fired on the ship of thieves, killing his scared and lonely son with it.

King J'son had asked Meredith not to tell their son about his heritage. He selfishly wanted the pleasure for himself, to see his son's wondrous eyes as the first time he flew in a his ship. He wanted to teach his son all the cultures and traditions of Sparta and the galaxy, be there when he fired his first lazar gun, be there to teach him how to rule, be there to hug him when he got nightmares and teach him how to talk to girls. Teach him the things his father never taught him.

Tears streamed downs his eyes uncontrollably. For twenty years images of his scared son, floating and freezing in spaced haunted his mind. If only he had taken them with him when he left in the first place. If only he had sent for them as soon as the war was over and not wait until he was king. If only he had given up his crown and lived on earth. If only...

Anger and self hatred welled up in the king, and with a burst of energy he stood up and threw his cup across the hall screaming with an anguished only a father can make. His son, and his lover were dead for twenty years but the wound was still bloody and raw. His tall framed heaved with frustration that he knew would never end. He looked around at the hall, part of his home, his kingdom that did not have heir. The place he traded for his family.

With Polaroid still clenched in his hand he turned to leave and go to quarters. Another night of an empty bed for an empty King. Before he could make it out of the hall he heard large side door open, turning to see who dared disturb him during his mourning day, he saw Samuel; his most trusted advisor. He wouldn't have came in here if it was not absolutely important.

Taking a calm breath he turned to him and nodded for him to speak. The medium size man, was in his early thirties, which was about how old Peter would have been.

"My lord I have just read a report about a incident that happened on Xander today," Samuel said, his face pale, " the Kree have launched an attack on the capital with what appears to have been an infinity stone."

The King took a minute to process the situation. It was not surprising the Kree have broken the peace agreement, but with an infinity stone. How did the Kree find the last one, three of them were locked his King J'son's personal vault, the other was on earth. If those maniacs had it though, there was no time to lose.

"Prepare the fleet and medical teams. Were there any survivors," the King asked as he walked passed Samuel and into the dim hallway that lead to his private quarters, but he knew the answer to the question.

"Yes," said Samuel quickly following the King so as to clear up the miscommunication.

"They were stopped, Xander was saved and Ronan the Accuser was destroyed," said Samuel as quickly as he could. This, thought the King, was the last thing he expected to hear. Turning around he faced Samuel and nodded for him to continue with the detail.

"Apparently a group the calls themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy teamed up with the Ravagers and the Nova's to stop the Kree from..." Samuel stopped as the King held up his hand to silence him.

"The Ravagers," the King repeated slowly. He knew some of the Ravagers survived that day, those who were not on the ship at the time, most likely on other assignments. He heard reports of them through out the galaxy, he never gave them much thought unless they were reported in his territory.

"That's not all sir," Samuel said quietly interrupting his King's thoughts, "the man that lead them goes by the name of Star Lord."

At the mention of this name the King looked up, he heard the name many times before. Whispers of him from visitors and prisoners alike, but more importantly it was written on the back of Polaroid he was holding. Turning over the photo, in beautifully written cursive was the word he had read over and over again.

"Peter Jason Quill, our little Star Lord, May 6th 1981."

Taking a deep breath, "What is the real name of this Star Lord," the King asked.

"Peter, " Samuel whispers, "Peter Quill."

"We will follow your lead," Gamora said, hand on Peter's shoulder. A genuine smile spread across his face. The kind of smile he had only a few times in his life.

"A little bit of both then," he replied. Launching the Milano into gear they speed off into unknown or more precisely Knowwhere.