Author: I was supposed to have posted this here several days ago...
oops. Sorry everyone. Anyways I am both happy & sad this is done.
I'll shut the hell up now. Enjoy! I own nothing!
"Quite recently Subject 89P13 has insisted upon being called "Rocket". Where or when the subject learned that changing it's designation is acceptable behavior is unknown. However we plan to..."
Peter jumps & glances around, trying to locate the source of the explosion... until he realizes it had come from the video.
"What was that?" Drax asks, staring at the now blank screen.
"Me... I blew up the place up." Rocket whispers, sitting up in his chair.
"Rocket... come here?" Gamora whispers, sitting cross legged between Peter & Drax.
Rocket watches her for a moment before sliding out of his chair & going to the couch, dragging his blanket with him.
Drax gently reaches down & lifts him up to set him on the couch with them.
"I remember... kinda going into this rage when I... heard the scientists talking about... using my genetic code to make more like me... then "disposing" of me." Rocket whispers, settling in Gamora's lap & wrapping his blanket around him.
"I am Groot." Groot whispers, crawling over into his furry friend's lap. (You are safe.)
"I set a bunch of bombs to go off... some on a timer... others remotely. I just wanted to blow the whole damn place up." Rocket chuckles.
"How did you escape?" Gamora prompts, sliding her arms around his waist gently. Trapping Rocket is not a good idea but that is not her intention.
"I shot a bunch of the guards after I killed all the scientists... I tore them all apart like they did me." Rocket whispers.
"I am Groot." the tree child in his lap whispers. (Then we met.)
Rocket squeezes Groot gently & says, "The ship I hopped aboard had just docked on Halfworld with it's cargo. The crew was already dead when I hopped aboard. I guess Groot didn't take too kindly to being lied to."
"I am Groot." Groot grumbles. (They said they were going to be taking me somewhere nice. Halfworld isn't a nice place.)
"No shit pal." Rocket mutters.
"Is the plant child constipated?" Drax asks.
Peter & Gamora both shake their heads before Rocket starts snickering.
"I am Groot?" the tree child asks, looking at Rocket. (What is constipated?)
"Don't worry about it pal." Peter laughs.
"You understood him?" Rocket asks as he stops snickering to stare at Peter with wide eyes.
"Yeah... wow... yeah I did." Peter realizes.
Groot giggles, which sounds like a Terran windchime & buries himself in Rocket's blanket.
"So anyways... me & this little brat got the hell outta dodge as I detonated the rest of the bombs & we've been jumping around the galaxy ever since." Rocket smirks.
"Then you two tried to capture me, Gamora interrupted, we ALL got arrested, got sent to prison & well... we all know the rest of the story from there." Peter laughs.
"We have all found friends." Drax says.
"And a home." Gamora agrees softly.
Rocket smiles as Peter gingerly scratches where his jaw meets his throat & smiles wider as Drax rubs his ears. Leaning against Gamora with Groot in his lap, a deep rumbling sound works it's way out of his chest.
He's safe... he's home... he's got a family.