A/N Hey guys! This is my first official Guardians of the Galaxy Fanfic, based around Rocket Raccoon. I hope you guys enjoy, but just remember, I am not a perfect writer, so please respect my way of writing, but all criticism is welcome, however, please no flames! Enjoy! Don't forget to share your thoughts and review!

Rated T (PG-13) for: Mild suggestive themes, (Not explicit!) intense Sci-Fi violence, (A little more intense then actual GOTG violence.) and rude, dark humor, humor that is strictly not advisable for anyone who's not at least a teen to hear. It is also rated for some language.

There is some harsh language usage, but nothing that strong, and there is no sexual content of any sort, although the content will be heavily implied to have happened in a few chapters. Nor can you expect for me to add any of the above that won't be in this story in the future.

Special note: As of 2016, yes, I realize some chapters, the ones written in 2014 and early 2015 were not the best. But understand that a rewrite is pointless with how far I've gone, so that probably won't happened. Enjoy it as it is.

Chapter 1

Rocket wiped down his modified machine gun thoroughly, making sure that it wasn't jammed or had a speck of dust in it. He wanted it to be perfect when it fired, to make sure it sounded perfect, and looked perfect overall.

Besides, what else was there to do, other than look at the boring stars in space? Peter wouldn't let him lay a finger on his stupid headphones just to listen a little music, and worse yet, he didn't trust Rocket with any entertainment source! Just because of a few, stupid bombs he'd made out of his ship! So that left him with his last, secret source of joy, guns. Guns, guns, guns. That was all Rocket needed to make himself at home.

His weapon had been heavily modified since the battle with Ronan, since the Nova Corps soldiers were generous enough to allow him free access to their armory- to a limit of course. But Rocket didn't care. He loved the new toys he'd received at the armory- even if he was limited to what he could get, because the improvements did make his machine gun a lot better than it's ever been before. Now it had next to everything, aside from the grenade launcher, shocker, and napalm rounds that his precious weapon already had equipped. It was nearly indestructible, because of the new metal he'd coated it in, for one thing, and it even had a bigger clip magazine then before, allowing him to holding up to 120 bullets at once. The weapon even included an auto first aid dispenser, which ejects up to three first aid regenerative shots- which Rocket had never needed to use so far.

And last, but certainly not least, snuggled deep in the core of the precious machine gun, was a small, yet extremely destructible Nano Mini Nuke. All it took was one shot of this device, and an entire skyscraper would be history in no less than a second of the Nuke's impact. In other words, it desinigrated anything and everything it touched on impact. Rocket had always wondered when the right time would be for him to use it, every time his team had reached a tough breaking point in a battle, but against his own willpower- Rocket hesitated using it. That device was only for end game situations, and he knew this.

For Rocket, this weapon was heaven in Space, and he meant that whenever he said it.

After another moment of cleaning, he tossed the rag aside and gave his much favored weapon a look of satisfaction and grinned.

"Perfect," he thought to himself.

A perfect weapon was all that this Raccoon needed to make his day. It was the very thing that he depended on at all times, every day, every hour, every minute, every-

Suddenly, the door of his room slid open, interrupting the Raccoon's thoughts. Of course, who stood there was none another than the irritating human, Peter Quill. Or Star-Lord, which Rocket rarely ever called him by.

"Hey rodent come on, we have somewhere to be!" Peter snapped, for the 5th time.

Rocket scoffed and glared at him. "Can you stop calling me that word for once- whatever the heck it's supposed to mean? I'm coming!" He said with a roll of his eyes.

As if Peter wasn't already bad enough, Gamora couldn't stop mooning over him! Mooning over the Star-Lord! He spat with disgust at the thought and shivered. At least he didn't have any trouble putting up with Groot. It was as if he was the only one that he didn't have a problem with. The big tree didn't nearly cause half the trouble that the Star-Lord himself caused, and at least he of all people didn't call him names. Sure, he'd called Rocket down at least 5 times now, but that didn't mean he could yell at him to do whatever he wanted, just because they were a team now!

Rocket picked up his machine gun and propped it over his shoulder, before starting out the door. No surprise, Groot was waiting outside for him, and starting walking beside him down the hall. "I am Groot?" he asked deeply.

"Psh, I don't know, you tell me, who knows what Star-Lord wants with anything?" Rocket replied carelessly.

Even after the situation with the orb, and Groot's supposedly death, Rocket found that he wasn't completely dead, much to his relief. The Raccoon had been completely empty without the big- humanoid tree there to be there for him like he'd always been. At the time of Groot's death- Rocket changed. He realized something, something he should have understood a long time ago. Hurt. Pain. The pain of losing someone that he cared about. He'd never cried before, nor had he felt a sense of losing someone before. But after nearly a year with no Groot, no best friend there to guide him and protect his furry hide, a year of pain and depression, he'd been reborn from just a little stick- taken from Groot's forest-like corpse.

And now here he was, fighting at his side again like the good ol' days, good as new. Or at least, close enough. The only difference was that the tree humanoid wasn't as tall as before, but Rocket figured if he gave him a few more months that Groot would be back to normal in no time.

After a short walk down the hall, they met up with Peter and the other guardians at the intersection to the metal hallway. Peter had his arms crossed, which was a gesture that clearly demanded attention, and the other guardians were waiting patiently for him to speak. "Well, what do you want Quill?" Rocket asked viciously the minute he arrived there.

Peter sighed with frustration at his tone of voice and rolled his eyes. "If you would stop talking, then maybe I would tell you," he insisted sharply.

Rocket then became quiet, thought he was reluctant to do so.

"Alright, you guys are probably wondering why I've gathered you here today. And I'll get to that in a moment, but I just want you guys to all promise that you won't have a major freak out over it. I have been thinking about this for a few days- not to mention, doing a little talking with a certain person, and I have finally made my decision on it," Peter explained. He looked over to Gomora. "Only Gomora and I are aware of this new decision," he added.

Rocket immediately took a hasty step forward. "Whoa, whoa there Star-boy," he interrupted.

Quill rolled his eyes in frustration. "Star-Lord!" He corrected him in annoyance.

Rocket scoffed again. "Whatever. I'm not promising anything to you, until I get an answer as to just what you made us come down here for," he insisted with a glare, pointing his paw down to the ground.

Peter returned the gesture briefly, before finally cutting to the chase. "We have a new guardian joining us here today."

This sent uproar of commotion from the other guardians, even Groot and Rocket. "New Guardian? What is this new addition like?" Drax asked deeply. "I am Groot," the old tree said again, his tone telling the team that he was asking a question. Rocket finally ended the commotion.

"Wait, wait just a minute here, shut up both of you!" He insisted loudly, silencing Groot and Drax. Rocket turned his gaze to the Star-Lord. "You're telling me that we're getting a new guardian, yet we all agreed after that little situation with the orb, that we don't accept recruits?" He asked in disbelief, lowering his rifle from his furry back.

"Yeah rodent, we had a change of the damn rules, so what? You gotta problem with a newbie? Because I think you two would get along rather nicely," Peter insisted, with a small, mysterious smile, as if he were hiding something that Rocket didn't know about.

The smile had made Rocket wonder what it was that Peter had in store for him. Did he know that the newbie would torment Rocket? Or did he know that they just wouldn't get along? Either way, it made him all the more suspicious.

"Maybe I do have a problem with a new recruit, why do you care?" Rocket demanded, putting his paws up in protest. "And who is this new guy anyway?" he pressed.

"Not guy," Peter corrected with another smile, as he turned to face the automatic metal doorway behind him. "You can come out now Sam!" He shouted.

Turning back to the Guardians, who crowded near the doorway anxiously, Peter said, "Guys, meet the newest member of the Guardians."

And what Rocket saw next, was nothing close to what he had thought the recruit would be. The recruit was not a strong, tall, maniac like Drax. The recruit was not an enormous tree humanoid like Groot, and it definitely wasn't an irritating human like Peter. Nor was it a cunning assassin like Gomora, with green, slick skin.

The automatic door opened, to reveal a small, furry figure walking through it, with a sniper rifle propped up on its back. It's small but bushy, black, furry tail swished across the ground, almost in a rhythm like movement. A combat vest was wrapped around its chest, and around its back, just like Rocket's did. A spare grenade hung to the lower side of the vest, and so did a spare pack of sniper rounds.

What Rocket was seeing at this moment, was a Raccoon. And he could tell just by looking at it, that the Raccoon was female.