A/N:

I'm back with another Pocket (PeterxRocket) "Guardians Of The Galaxy" fanfic!

Thank you so much for all of the favs/follows/alerts and all of the wonderful reviews you guys left on my last GotG Pocket fanfic "Better Than Eleven Percent". If you haven't read it so yet, why don't you go take a peek, eh?

Did not expect such a huge positive reaction from you guys, and though many want me to continue, right now I really don't see how I can continue the story. Perhaps inspiration will hit me soon, who knows? For now, it's a "One-Shot", but it can change, so keep it on "follow" if you have done so already.

This idea has been in my head for a while now, and though I have seen the same premise in other fanfics in other fandoms, I still think it's a good idea to use it here in a GotG fanfic, especially a Pocket one, friendship or romance.

Anyway, don't know how long it will be, how many chapters it will end on, but let's just see how far I can stretch out the Pocket awesomeness, eh? :)

Sorry for bad spelling and grammar.

Enjoy! :)

Name: Ain't Nothing In The Universe Like Me

Rating: T

Characters: Peter Quill/Star Lord, Rocket Raccoon

Description: Rocket Raccoon has always felt alone in this big, wide universe, being the only of his kind. But when The Infinity Stone changes Peter Quill's molecules, Rocket finds a companion…a talking raccoon, just like him. RocketxPeter Raccoon!Peter Rated T

Ain't Nothing In The Universe Like Me
Written by mpkio2

Chapter 1
You're A Headache To Me

Peter was sure a presence was nearby, helping him, holding his hand tightly, supporting him, the stone too, it's energy flowing into the one who stood by him. Was it his mom? Could it be her willing him on, helping him now? And as he thought this, thinking his mom was close by, the pain that was coursing through his body, he discovered, was lessening in intensity. But why could he hear others, but his own, screaming?

Peter opened his eyes and looked around; there standing, holding each other's hands in a link of true strength, was the guys; Garoma, Drax and Rocket. They were here with him and they were helping to balance out the power of the stone.

Peter unleashed the power of the stone unto Ronan, resulting in an almighty blast, the alien bent on destructing, ironically, meeting his doom. The energy dissaparated in an instant and the guardians found themselves in the wreckage of The Dark Aster.

"Another happy ending," Peter declared, clearing his throat and rubbing the sweat on his brow, looking at the other guardians with a smug smile. "Thanks guys,"

"It's Groot you should be thanking, you jackass," Rocket muttered in a dark voice, the raccoon's back to the others, his head down, a paw clutching a twig of his now deceased tree-friend, Groot. "If it wasn't for him…we wouldn't have stopped Ronan…."

A slight pause filled the air between the four companions, before Peter coughed and spoke…

"Err…yeah…Groot, he was-"

"You don't even care!" Rocket snarled, spinning around, revealing his wet eyes, a glare blasting at Peter, hitting the terrain man in the chest. "None of you do!"

"Rocket, dude…" Peter said in a soft, apologetic voice, because he was sorry; sorry that Groot had to sacrifice his own life in order to save Rocket's and the others. Peter was sincerely sorry, because, although untrue what his companion had declared, the implication that Rocket cared more for Groot than the rest of them, was a fact that could not be denied by any. And most of all, Peter found himself sympathetic for the raccoon who had lost, he assumed, his first real friend.

Seeing the raccoon looking down at the ground, peter stretched out a hand and touched but the ear tip of mammal, which flicked upon recognition of contact. Rocket looked up and swiped at Peter, claws retracted, scratching the man on his right hand.

"Ow! The hell, Rocket?!" The human exclaimed in both pain and shock, withdrawing his hand and away from the fierce raccoon.

"Don't ya eva touch me again!" Rocket screeched out in anger, pain and….sorrow? "Just…all of ya leave me a-alone…" The scientific engineered-raccoon's voice broke at the end, resulting in all guardians to look at him in a mixture of shock and worry. He ran on all fours, away from the group, sitting but a few feet away on the ground by the wreckage, the twig still firmly in his paws.

"I'll go and attend to out furry friend," Drax announced, his eyes firmly on Rocket's back. "Our companion is in grief and needs comforting," Without hearing a response from either Peter or Garoma, Drax moved slowly and walked towards Rocket.

"It's understandable the way he reacted," Garoma muttered, looking down at her unsheathed sword. "I still have my sister, a person I hold great affection for…"

Peter sighed, slowly looking down at the scratches Rocket left on his hand. Although Gamora was right in what she said, Peter couldn't knock the pain that spread around his hand. The scratch hurt like a bitch, more than what it should have. He rubbed it, thinking to sooth the pain, but this only resulted in irritation.

And then Peter felt it; a shock that coursed through his body, shaking everything on his being. His heart-race increased as the shock disappeared, and though the pain had left, the growing ear and confusion remained.

What the hell-?!

"Are you OK, Quill?" Peter heard Gamora's voice beside him. "You look a little…unsettled…"

"I-I'm fine," Peter couldn't stop the words escaping through his mouth; once it was out, there was nothing he could do to take it back. He wanted to confide in Gamora, to tell her that his body did something…unexpected, that he was having a mild panic attack. But another part took over, and it told him to keep it quiet. "You know me, I'm always a-awesome,"

Gamora gave him one last searching expression, an unconvinced conviction in her eyes, snorted in response and nodded to her right. Peter looked over and saw Yandu and the other Ravagers heading his way, all with intention with collecting the Infinity stone.

Peter sighed, a plan already formed in head, ready to fool his adopted father and the rest of the Ravagers…

The last two weeks progressed in a blur. The Guardians were first, and foremost, thanked by the Nova Corps on their valiant effort in stopping Ronan from destroying Xander and his conquest in destroying the galaxy, each receiving a medal. The Infinity Stone was returned to the Nova Corps, The Guardians re-ensured that it would be under the most secure and upmost protection.

It was in this event that Quill ponded on what he would do, where he would go, and ultimately decided that staying with his new found friends, staying with his new family, keeping an eye on them and acting as their leader, their captain, was an appropriate thing to do, a thing he knew to be right.

Rocket, for the most part, kept his distance with the other Guardians, opting, instead of spending time in their company, stayed in his new room on the newly constructed Milano, his new quarters, which Peter said he and Groot could share. The others, Peter included, felt the worry grow in their stomachs, not knowing what to do, how they could possibly help comfort the heart-broken raccoon out of his grieve for his 'dead' friend.

And though Groot was growing, though he was now but a sapling, talking in a high pitched voice and smiling and cute, a sapling to which Rocket still looked after and spent much time with, the raccoon still looked as though something was wrong, as though he thought the growing tree sentient in front of him, the one who laughed and spoke to him, was not his friend at all. Rocket spent as much time with the growing sapling as he could, but Peter was sure he caught the odd worried expression, the glint of sadness in his eyes, the way his shoulders slumped now and then.

The scratch in which Rocket had left on Peter's right hand, still hadn't healed, which was strange, seeing how, usually, any scratch which Rocket had gifted the onto Peter, healed within a few days. But a fortnight? No, something was wrong, something Peter had an inkling of back when The Dark Aster crashed. He received the odd electric shock now and then, rising in intensity and pain, getting stronger and longer in duration, usually in inconvenient times; when driving the Milano, having a shower, in the middle of the night, in the company of his teammates. At times, they would ask if he was OK, to which he replied the same thing over and over "I'm awesome. Really…and don't you forget it,". He was sure he sounded unconvincing at times, for the look that Gamora and Drax gave him said so.

Peter had tried everything; every ointment, every antibiotic, every remedy he found on the ultraweb, but nothing seemed to do the trick. He was now running out of ideas, running desperate, his only alternative coming clean to his friends, asking if there was anything that could help.

"Yo, Quill!" A frustrated and angry voice yelled out, pulling Peter out of his thoughts and back to sitting in the driver's seat of the Guardians new home and ship, the Milano. "Stop ya day dreamin', ya stupid humie! If ya driving kills us, I'll scratch ya eyes out!"

Peter blinked upon hearing the voice, shocked to see Rocket sitting in the seat beside him, looking up at him with a displeased and pissed off expression, an expression in which Peter hadn't seen in some time. Upon seeing it, Peter discovered that he felt, surprisingly, happy to see it, opting to see the common expression Rocket wore, than the sad and heart-broken one. He smiled on the inside but frowned on the outside…

"I ain't day dreamin'!" Quill responded, in the customary way he and the talking-raccoon conversed in. "And your threat makes no sense!"

"It makes perfect sense!" Rocket replied in a defensive tone, a paw working on a mechanical-gizmo that sat on the mammal's lap, Peter not knowing what the hell it was (As long as if its not another bomb, he thought distractedly,). "Ya just too stupid to understand it, init?!"

"OK, genius," Peter responded, looking down to his right at the raccoon beside him. "How will you scaratch out my eyes if I'm dead? No, scratch that; how will you scratch my eyes out if your dead?"

"The afterlife, dumbass!" Rocket growled, his voice sounding just as pissed off as the expression he wore. "And if you believe in all that stuff those religious crackpots believe, then I can, and will, easily scratch out ya eyes!"

Peter scoughed. "I'd like to see you try," And stuck his tongue out to his teammate.

"Ya won't be able ta, not when ya have no eyes to see with!" And Rocket, in turn, showed Peter his own.

A momentary silence settled between the pair, the sound of the Milano ship humming, sounds on the intercom and the voices of Drax and Gamora down in the conference room, the ponly sounds that could be heard.

Peter, for some reason unbeknownst to himself, felt nervous in asking Rocket a question. He gulped, and with eyes focusing in front of him, he spoke:

"Wh…what made you come up and sit with me, anyway?"

At first, Peter received nothing as an answer, and thought he had angered the genetically-altered raccoon, upset him to a point where he didn't want to speak to Peter at all. But then, out of the blue, he heard the reply:

"Got nuthin' betta to do," Peter heard the mammal rummaging, working on the mechanical-creation in his paws. "Groot's sleepin', the maniac is in his room, and Gamora is working on her swordsman-ship stuff. It was either talk to you or stare at a wall…"

"But…you didn't have to…" Peter pointed out.

"Oi!" Rocket exclaimed, Peter practically hearing the fur on the mammal's body spike up in defence. "It's not like I wanna hang with ya or anything! It's dis or boredom, so shut up what eva ya dumb humie brain is thinking. Ya nuthin' special, Star-Dork,"

"Still," Peter replied in a clam voice, unaffected by Rocket's insults and anger. "You got outta of your room. Thought you were hibernating in there, y'know?" Peter smirked.

"I ain't no animal!" Rocket yelled in response. "And if I wanna lock myself away from all of you a-holes, well…I can do that if I wanna, so screw ya!"

"Oh I'm just messing with ya, furball," Peter said, pushing Rocket on the side of his arm in a playful way. "You don't need to take things so-"

And thats when it stuck; the most intense and powerful headache he had experienced in the past two weeks. It coursed around his brain, his sculp, making it hard to think, just barely enough for him to stay awake. He fought back, a war raging on in his head, trying to keep the pain away, wishing it, forcing it to be gone. But he was losing, miserably, and when he realized this, an emotion took over…

Fear.

Peter felts his heart beating rapidly against his rib-cage, felt sweat draping his brow, all over his skin. He had to get out, had to get out of this compressed and confined space! He needed to breathe, to feel the air in his lungs once more! He wanted to scream out his pain, not caring if he disturbed his other crewmates in the process – he just had to release this pain as quickly as possible.

"Ro-Rocket," He addressed his furry companion beside him, not sure if the talking mamal was aware of the panick and distress Peter was currently in. "T-take over," He said, clicking a the over-ride driving toggle on the console in front of him, resulting in a small steering wheel popping out in front of Rocket, who took it firmly in his paws, surprised, the little gadget it had currently be working on rattled to the floor.

"What the-?" The cybernetic-engineered mammal cried out, looking up at Peter with an expectant expression, as if waiting for an answer as to why he was now in control of the Milano instead of Peter, someone who would opt, in almost any case, unless very nessacary, would allow Rocket to drive his "Pride and joy". "Quill, what-?"

But Peter wasn't listening – Rocket was nothing but white noise in the background – his mindto focussed on "breathing" and "Stay calm" and "You can get through this" and "You should have gone to a doctor sooner" and "It hurts! Shit! And "Make it stop!". A never ending stream of thoughts, of regret and pain.

Peter snapped off the in-ear-talkie device that had sat firmly around his head, unsteadily got to his feet, turned and walked, as best as he could without falling over from the spinning and dizziness, out of the cockpit, destination being his own sleeping quarters.

"Quill, where are you-?"

"I-I'm f-fine," Peter stuttered out through clenched teeth. "I-I'm just a little t-tired,"

"But where are you-!?"

"My room!" Peter shouted in reply, because it was so painful and it was all he could to reliefe some of the pain and Rocket was getting on his nerves and he can deal this without- "Just leave- AGGG!"

Without warning, before he could stop himself, Peter fell to his knees with an almighty "THUD", hands clutching his head, his head pounding and pounding and pounding and it was all he could do to make it stop….

Peter thought he could hear Rocket shouting his name, but wasn't really too sure, because now he was far too gone to even comprehend the waking world around him. Because something was definitely not right….everything was wrong.

The pain grew and grew and just when Peter thought it was burst his brain, it ended all soon, without trace, stopped right in its tracks.

"Q-Quill?" Peter's eyes snapped open upon hearing Rocket's voice….because he was sure he detected….no…worry…was that worry in the usually tough-insult spewing-dirty-mouthed and overall asshole raccoon? Now Peter was one-hundred percent sure that something must be wrong.

Peter slowly turned, surprised to find the talking-raccoon but a stretch away from him, Peter assuming Rocket had turned on the auto-pilot feature on (Why hadn't he thought of that?). He faced Rocket, hopping his face wouldn't portray his own worry he felt, and opted to cover it with one of his "Bright and awesome" smiles that usually convinced everyone around him that he was totally fine and not at all in any mortal danger. But Peter was welcomed with the opposite of what he hopped to see; for there on the raccoon's face was shock, his mouth agap, staring at Peter as if he had two heads.

"W-what?" The terran man choked out. "I told you I'm fine. I just…headache and tired," Peter tried his trademark smile again, but resulted in changing nothing of Rocket's plastered expression. "Stop staring at me like that! Rock, what's wrong?!"

Rocket finally seemed to snap out of it, his mouth shutting as he shook his head. He looked back at Peter, shocked expression still covering his facial features, his eyes sparkling almost as he turned, jumped back up onto the co-pilot's seat, rummaged around a bit, jumped back down and slowly approached Peter with a small mirror held firmly in his paws. He held it out stretched, indicating for Peter to take hold of. With an eyebrow raised, Peter took hold of the mirror; if this was some sort of a joke…!

Peter stared into the mirror and at once comprehended Rocket's behaviour, why the talking mammal looked at him in shock, why his mouth was agape, why his eyes sparkled. Because, instead of Peter's reflection, he was presented with a raccoon who stared at him with brown beady eyes, cream coloured fur, white fur covering its muzzle and the area around its eyes.

The raccoon looked at him with shock, surprise and wonder.

And that was when Peter finally cried out:

"WHAT THE HELL!? I'M A RACCOON!"

- TO BE CONTINUED –

A/N:

And there we have it, Chapter 1 all done!

Sorry it was a little angsty, but I assure you that it is all required for future chapters and further character development. Also, don't be fooled by the "depressing" stuff – we will also have some light hearted, funny and fluffy moments too 9Now that Peter is a raccoon, it will be very fluffy indeed XD).

If you liked this fanfic so far, I recommend you go rad another RocketxRaccoon!Peter fanfic over on entitled "All The Good Love" by "grocketinmypocket". Check her other Pocket stories out too! She's awesome!

So, what will happen next? How will everyone react and what can they do? God, I just wanna see Peter as a raccoon lol.

Please leave a review telling me what you think of the story so far and what you want to see happen next. Reviews will keep me encouraged and motivated to write more.

See ya next update! :)

~mpkio2~