A/N: I do not own this movie, Marvel does thank god or this could have been a disaster, these characters or anything you recognize.

"Can you fix it?" Peter asked, cradling the pieces in his arm as if it was his first born.

Rocket hopped up on a chair beside his captain, and leaned over to investigate the device that was being held protectively.

"Well I can't say for sure with you smothering it like that" he pointed out.

Peter sighed, hesitated for a moment and then gently dumped the assorted cords and wires at his feet, so that Rocket could hop down to the floor and inspect more thoroughly the presumed ruined device.

"Well I'll tell you this" Rocket muttered, talking to himself more then Quill "it sure took a number. Plus, I'm not exactly an expert on your Earth devices, now if it was a nuclear device that you keep going on about, but this..."

He continued on in much lower mutters for Peter's ears, but still he sat there and waited for the experts verdict. "Hovering doesn't make it go faster Lord Impatience."

Taking the hint, Peter got up and began his path up to the flight deck while muttering "It's Star Lord you rodent."

Making his way back up the stairs and to the front of their little craft, he found Gamora and Groot in companionable silence with Drax not in immediate sight. "Where's Drax" he asked without any real curiosity, after all he could go find him himself if he really wanted to, it wasn't that large of a ship.

"Still licking his wounds I suppose" Gamora said calmly while flicking a switch on the dash.

"Why would I do such a thing?" The man in question asked as entering, while scratching at a neat white bandage covering his lower arm, "I do not think the taste would be to appealing."

"Stop scratching, yeesh the Terrin is better then you at that" Gamora snapped without turning around.

Drax opened his mouth, weather to simply repeat his question or rebuttal the current pilot, but there Captain managed to intervene before another fight could break out.

"Never mind Drax" Quill muttered, leaning back in his seat as far as he could and closing his eyes, then automatically opening them again as his hand had reached for an on button that was no longer where it had been for over twenty years. Suddenly unable to remain still, he leaped out of his chair and began making his way back towards his furry mechanic before forcing his feet to stop in there tracks, take a deep breath, then turn back around and edge back to his seat once again.

The rest of the crew watched all of this silently for several minutes until finally Groot said "I am Groot."

With his translator currently occupied the rest of them sat back and took it in there own way. Peter decided it meant 'who's hungry', so choose to again vacate his seat and head in search of some grub.

He made his way back down threw the ship, feeling very off balance. Like a part of his central being was missing, and he couldn't do a thing about it. Making the pathway to the kitchen was easy enough, he'd done it enough times, and humming the lyrics under his breath was beginning to help.

He managed to get a pot of water to begin boiling before another problem made itself known. Someone, probably Groot, had placed the seasoning on the highest shelf. Normally he could have reached up there or even hopped up on the counter, but with the strict no arms above his head thing this was a real problem. Of course he couldn't just eat bland food, so he made the attempt anyways. During the course of this he had gone from humming to full on singing which was helping greatly, but as soon as his arm made it level with his shoulder, his music turned into a cry of pain and he crumpled to the floor.

The pain was awful, like he was being stabbed all over again, but as the blackness began coloring his vision, it was the memories that became all consuming.

He was ten years old, he'd been trapped in the darkness for an immeasurable amount of time, and the silence was eating his mind. Then there was a light, and something appeared. It was humanoid in shape, with an identifiable human like face, but by the harsh lighting behind it you could make out bright blue skin and some gem that was clearly embedded in the top of its head. It said something in a very harsh tongue, but the alien understood his response just as well as he'd spoken. He came forward and despite the marvelous fight he tried to put up, the alien managed to jab something into his neck. He lay on the floor gasping and clutching his throat, knowing it was going to stop working any second now and he was going to die, then he spoke "well aren't you a tough little bugger. Think I might keep this one."

He was eleven and he'd just made his first big job. Yondu was raving with praise as he led him back to his cell. "Honestly kid you're a natural, I ain't seen many Terrins in my life but you've certainly pulled above them all!"

His door was unlocked and he obediently went in, and was amazed to find a bed in there. Such luxury he hadn't had since his old life, the one that faded with every passing day. Oh he still clung to his memories, but they became more vague the longer he remained in the stars. "You keep this up and I might just tell those boys to stop fattening you up." Peter couldn't tell if Yondu was kidding about cutting off his food or the threat of being eaten was finally being lifted, you could never really tell with him.

He was twelve, and it felt like his whole life had been silence. The quiet of the hospital he'd practically grown up in, the quiet of his grandfather's house as the old man had only ever kept a single TV and he was limited to three hours a day. The only reprieve he had ever received was the gift his grandfather had given him after his mother's untimely death had finally been set a date. The cassette had quickly worn out his battery's and from then on the only gift he ever asked for were more to keep the silence out. One would think that being abducted by aliens would force out the quite, but it was the opposite. The vast silence of space, and especially his cell, was ever present, ever oppressive.

Then Yondu appeared, offering him a real room, with real food, and going on about how if he hadn't eaten his first born Peter would have been just like him! There it was, sitting on his bed. His heart stopped, his legs almost gave out on him, then he reminded himself about the gravy bath he'd awoken in the last time he'd shown weakness. So he walked calmly to his bed, lifted his Walkman and placed it in his pant's line, and flicked the on switch.

Tears unbidden sprang to his eyes as the track began, but he quickly brushed them off as he realized Yondu was still standing in the doorway. "That's right kid, we kept all that stuff we found on you. Your backpack's under the bed with the rest of your merchandise, figured it might come in handy as a bargaining chip some day, but were past that now." He grinned as if he'd just told a clever joke. "I even had it fixed up for you after you got me those talaband coins. Some alien tech I don't feel like explaining to you, but it no longer runs on your Terrin power."

Then he left, just like that, and Peter sunk down onto his bed, his eyes closing shut as the silence was finally drowned out.

"Peter?"

Then they flashed open, Yondu had said they'd saved everything, but what about the gift?

"Peter!"

He sank to the floor and began throwing items in every direction of his room until he found it, still wrapped and as pristine as the day his mother had given it to him.

"Come on Quill snap out of it or I'm going to-"

His hand shook, but he couldn't do it, he just couldn't open his mother's final gift to him. He'd already accepted that he would never return home again, but slipping open that paper would be like accepting it was all a dream, so instead he put the bright colors back in the bag, and concentrated on his music. To drown out the pain, the longing, the silence...

He woke up to the unmistakable smell of burning metal. His panic level rolled to maximum at once, had the ship crashed? Where was he? Were the others okay? He tried lunging to his feet, then sunk back down groaning and clutching at a throbbing that resided on his hip. He glanced down, wondering if some shrapnel had penetrated him in the crash, only to find a bandaged wound, admittedly leaking blood but not nearly as serious as his mind had conjured. He also happened to be on the kitchen floor. Only a quick glance around his surroundings revealed the foul smell, the pot of water had managed to heat up enough that a sizable hole had been burned through the bottom of it. The pot lay on the floor where it looked like it had been dropped in haste.

Then another memory hit him, much more recent.

He and Drax were heading back to the ship after having secured that all of the resident's were gone. After all they couldn't have innocents wondering about with the Kree on there way. The two were in companionable silence, Star Lord pondering on if Rocket had kept his word or managed to find a loophole in his "not belonging to you" speech.

The ship had come into sight when he heard it, the soft whistle that seemed so harmless, yet spelled out his death as it neared its target. He had not expected Yondu to catch up quite so quickly, otherwise he would have been a bit more cautious about the tip threat's they had been receiving. Then again, maybe it was better this way happening sooner rather than later, after all it was only a matter of time before his pseudo father came back for him.

All of this managed to flash through his mind in the instant it took to recognize the sound of his death, then something happened he never would have predicted in all his life. Someone saved his sorry ass.

Drax's reflexes were as good as he had always boasted, and had he wanted he could have very possibly managed to twist out of the way with maybe a scratch. Instead he twisted towards Peter, bringing up his arm and attempting to shove his leader out of harm's way. The arrow whizzed through the Destroyer's arm, and still managed to cleanly cut through Star Lord's midsection. All he really recognized at the time was that his music had stopped, and how odd it was to see the green and red blood mixing on the pavement that was suddenly to close.

Despite Groot and Rocket giving chase once they'd seen their comrades going down, Yondu had managed to escape, clearly thinking he had succeeded in his task as three days later he had yet to make a reappearance. Drax was lucky, as what ever alien species he was seemed to be healing a lot faster then his. He'd only just been released from bed rest.

Peter sat there for a second just to breath, to take in what had happened and trying to piece together what had led to him lying behind the table and his lunch to be burned to a crisp when voices began floating down, "-told him that he shouldn't be waving his arms around, but does he listen."

Suddenly the small little kitchen was full of the rest of his team, bending down over him and demanding to know what had caused him to "start flailing around like a sapling" and many other choice words spoken by Rocket.

"I'm fine-" Quill managed to slur just before Drax bent down, scooped him up and threw him over his big green shoulder like a sack of potatoes, despite his weak protests. He was carried all the way to his sleeping quarters, placed almost gently on his bed, and then Rocket was leaning over him and pushing something onto his head. "Here you imbecile, I fixed your music box, had to take apart that radio thing of yours so don't break this again! Now quite moving until Gamora finds the damned needle and thread, you ripped your stitches with whatever stunt you pulled," and he went on muttering but Peter was no longer paying attention.

"Thank you" he cut off his friend, and used his slight pause to turn on his beloved soundtrack, and finally managed to drift off to sleep, only to be rudely awoken by the sowing kit.

So what did you think? Were they in character? I feel like this could be an interesting opening to the sequel, leave your thoughts and comments please

Some of you may be questioning where the others chapters to the this story went, and I am sorry to say that I took them down for good. This is now permanently a one shot. The story that I had been building up got messed up somehow, and I've been trying to fix it, but so far nothings happening. So I figured more would like a one shot then an incomplete story.