Summary: Peter Quill had been away for Terra for a long time, 26 years to be exact, after saving the galaxy twice and the mess that was Ego he figured he deserved a vacation to get his mind straight. Too bad when his friends dropped him off on Terra they left him on an island in the middle of the freakin' ocean. No money, check. No id, check. What's a guardian gotta to do to get a meal around here? Oh is that a job opening for a raptor trainer I see?

Or the fic where Quill lies his way into a dangerous job position makes some new friends and somehow starts a dinosaur revolution all while on vacation.

Author's Note: This fic takes place post-GOTG 2. It came entirely out of my love of GOTG and the fact that I'm also a Jurassic Park fan and Chris Pratt was cast in both so how could I not? Also the fact that Jurassic World was rather bad compared to the original and I hated the romantic subplot in that movie so this is me fixing the movie by inserting Starlord. This has been a fic I've just been waiting to find and I haven't so I wrote it myself. Inspired by all the awesome fanart of Peter singing to baby raptors. Anyways enjoy.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Jungle - Guns N' Roses

Peter jerked the controls to the left spinning the Milano out of the way of the oncoming space debris.

"Hurry it up Rocket! How long till we reach the jump point?" Gamora yelled as she tried to train the lasers on the mess of pursuing tentacles. "The Zarlax is gaining on us!"

"Cool your pants! We'll be there in two minutes!"

"Are your pants on fire Gamora?" Drax asked in confusion as he turned from looking out the airlock to staring at Gamora.

"Now's not really the time Drax!" Peter shouted from the controls as he swerved to miss another one of the monsters darting limbs. There was a screeching sound as one of the creatures clawed suckers gripped the ship and tore its way down the left side of the Milano. "Dammit!" he let out. They'd just got the ship repainted less than a month ago.

"Quill! Over there!" Rocket shouted, pointing his paw to a glimmering sliver of light just beyond the field.

"Got it!" he yelled as he shoved the throttle all the way down on the Milano pulling just ahead of the pursuing creature and darting through the gap.

Rocket wasted no time, slamming his paw on the jump button as they passed through. There was a whirring sound as the ship's engines fired. The stars pinwheeled around them turning into thin white lines around the Milano as it jumped to hyperspace leaving the asteroid field behind them.

Quill slumped into the pilot seat with a sigh. The Milano pulled out of hyperspace a couple minutes later. They were safe, back on familiar territory in the Nova Empire. The rest of the Guardians were pretty much doing the same thing. Slumping in relief as the adrenaline rush died down. Well everyone except for a now teenaged Groot who couldn't be bothered to look up from his video game.

It'd been about six months since Yondu's funeral and it had been nothing but non-stop action. First, they'd stopped a civil war in the Spartax Empire and exposed their leader as a corrupt fraud. Then they'd broken down a slave trafficking ring run by the Kree. Now they'd just escaped a Zarlax that had been feeding on a moon.

Thank god Mantis had stayed behind on the Elector with Kraglin, a few weeks ago they'd found out she was absolutely terrified of creatures that had limbs 'that squiggled' whatever that meant. No one had figured it out until Groot had shown her an octopus creature on his game and she'd refused to sleep for two nights.

"I need a vacation." Peter let out softly as he ran his fingers over his Zune.

"Vacation?" Gamora asked glancing over towards him, "What's this vacation?"

"It's uh- a Terran thing. You take a break from work and try to relax and de-stress." Peter tried to explain, "Sometimes you travel to exotic places and sit on beaches, things like that." Gamora frowned at him mulling it over. He could tell she didn't really get it. Hell Gamora hadn't even known the meaning of fun before she'd joined the Guardians.

"Why would you want to break what you have worked on?" Drax asked from his chair.

"It's a figure of speech buddy," Peter said running his hand through his hair.

"What does one do on a vacation?" Gamora asked. She must still be trying to wrap her head around the concept, Peter thought. It was one of her habits, fishing for more information whenever Peter did anything that the team termed 'too Terran.'

"You don't really do anything," He said, "Just sleep, eat, relax and try to get your head back on straight."

A look of comprehension passed over her face. "I see. Yes, I think you should take a vacation, Peter." Gamora declared with finality.

"What?" Peter blanched. Sure he'd mentioned it, and he probably needed one, but that didn't mean he'd actually been serious about taking one. What would his team do to the Milano without him? Wait, his team- "I think you mean we should take a vacation Gamora."

"No, just you. I have no interest in it. Does anyone else?"

There were various negative answers from all over the cabin. Ranging from: Nah, sounds boring I wouldn't get to blow anything up to laziness is unbecoming of a warrior.

"Peter," Gamora said her tone serious, "You have not been the same since Ego's planet," Peter flinched, "and Yondu's death. You have been eating less and sleeping only when you collapse of exhaustion. You very much need to relax and take some time for yourself. This vacation sounds perfect."

Peter gulped. There was no arguing with Gamora when she used that tone and she was probably right. Peter had been avoiding processing his feelings and they'd just been so damn busy he really didn't have the time. "So where do you think I should go?" Peter asked in a small voice.

Rocket snorted, "Somewhere with a harmless population. The last thing we need is to leave you somewhere only to come back and find you dead because you're useless without us."

Peter balked, affronted. "I am not! I lived in space for 26 years without you guys!"

"I agree with Rocket," Drax chimed in, "You are very squishy and unmuscular, much like a pitiful baby. I do not want to leave you somewhere undefended."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence Drax," Peter muttered, crossing his arms to stare down his team.

"I think," Gamora started slowly, "That we should take you back to Terra for your vacation. You should be safe on a planet filled with your own species and you have much emotional trauma to reconcile with your home planet." Peter really didn't like that idea. He'd been avoiding returning to Earth even after he got his own ship. It reminded him of his Mom and he really didn't want to go back.

"Yes," Drax agreed, nodding, "A planet filled with other squishy beings would be most safe."

"Do I even get a say in this?" Peter let out petulantly as he puffed his cheeks up.

"No Starmunch you don't. Maybe this vacation thing will help you get over your stick in the mud streak. Now tell me what are the coordinates for Terra." Rocket said his fingers flying over the controls as he prepared for another jump.

"Wait you guys want me to do this now? Can't it- I don't know, wait for a couple weeks?" Peter protested waving his hands around to vent his frustration, "I mean I don't even have any supplies or anything!" His arguments didn't seem to be swaying his team who were all looking at him. Even Groot had glanced up from his game at this point.

"Got it." Rocket said as he scrolled down the list of planets. "Should only take a couple hours to get there."

"Come on guys-" Peter started, but Rocket was already slamming his hand down on the jump button. Then they were careening through hyperspace again.

"You guys are all traitors," Peter growled. He was slouched over in his seat glowering at his crew, "This is all some mutiny for you guys to steal the Milano."

"Of course Quill. Not like we couldn't get our hands on half a dozen better ships if that was our intention." Rocket snorted as he lowered the shields and landed on a beach.

They'd arrived on the planet less than ten minutes ago and circled the atmosphere until Gamora had found an island with beaches she deemed suitable for relaxing. Now they were touching down and Peter wasn't any happier about the turn of events.

Drax had handed him a pack of essentials and was now herding him down the walkway and onto land despite Peter's protests. That was how Peter found himself standing on a sandy beach as his crew said their goodbyes.

"Do not die before we return," Drax ordered as he pressed one of his very deadly knives into Peter's hand.

"I'll try not to. But you wouldn't have to worry if you just took me with you!" Peter called after him. Drax had already turned, headed back towards the ship. He kept on walking and didn't answer.

Next was Rocket who in his usual assholey way was showing he cared. "Here," He said shoving two mechanical devices into Peter's free hand.

"What are these?" Peter said squinting at them. One was a small square device on a metal chain. It looked a little like a bracelet. The other was about the size of a coffee mug with a big red button on the side and half a series of smaller grey switches on the other side. He had a sinking feeling that it was a bomb.

"Tracker so we can find your humie butt when we get back here. The other thing does a lot of things." Rocket explained averting his gaze.

"Rocket so help me- is it a bomb?"

"No!" the Raccoon responded. He was way too quick in answering for Peter not to be suspicious, "Well I mean it's not just a bomb. It does other things. It will take down a power system, break locks, stun people, you know real useful stuff." Peter's lips quirked up despite his anger at the situation. Rocket was a big softy and not just because of his fur.

"You flip all the switches and press the button and you should get a pretty nice explosion. If you wanna use the other features flip these switches over here." He explained showing Peter the various modes. With a gruff 'Take care of yourself Starmunch." Rocket was sauntering up into the ship.

"You better not blow up my ship!" Peter yelled. Rocket flipped him off before darting out of view.

Next was Groot who had been awkwardly hanging around the side of the ship watching everything. Peter was a little surprised he'd come down to see him off at all. Groot had been an angsty hormonal little shit ever since he hit his teenage stride.

"I am Groot." The teenaged tree said quietly.

"Yeah, I'll miss you too Groot." Peter sighed as he reached out and hugged their youngest member. Groot remained stiff and quickly pushed Peter off of him.

"I am Groot." The tree said again.

"Alright, alright got it no visible displays of affection. You're too cool for all that. Don't fight with Mantis and listen to Rocket and Gamora until I get back." Peter advised though he was sure the tree probably wouldn't listen. Peter ruffled Groot's leaves one last time and then he turned to look at Gamora.

She approached him slowly. Her practical black synthetic boots not making a sound as she gracefully made her way towards him. Groot looked between the two of them, made a face like he wanted to vomit and quickly retreated to the Milano.

Their unspoken thing was still very much unspoken. But they'd had a bit of a physical thing going on ever since Yondu's funeral. Not sexual or anything like that. Peter would hold her hand or they'd cuddle together when the nightmares were bad. There were also the long gazes from across the ship. Basically, Peter was crushing so hard he didn't even know what to do with it and Gamora was even more emotionally constipated than him.

"We will be back in three to four cycles." She said looking him in the eye. "I know you are angry." Peter scoffed, "But this will be good for you. Don't be a baby."

"Take care of everybody," Peter voiced grudgingly, "Make sure Rocket doesn't weaponize the ship."

"I will." She glanced between Peter and the forest, "Try to relax and stay out of trouble. If you need us call using the beacon." Gamora lowered her voice suddenly, "I know losing Yondu was hard and being back on Earth reminds you of your mother. But please Peter try to find some calm. Everyone has noticed that you're off, even Drax came to talk to me about it. I think this will help you." Peter stared stonily at her his throat tightening.

"I don't see why I can't stay. I'd get over it eventually."

"We don't want you to get over it, Peter. We want you to heal." She smiled sadly at him. "I tried for years to just get over what Thanos did to me as a child. It always came trailing after me. It wasn't until I met you that the nights weren't so dark anymore. I don't want that for you. I don't know if this will help, but if a vacation does what you say it does, it certainly can't hurt."

Peter didn't know how to argue with that so he closed his mouth with a click. Then Gamora dove in and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist in a bone-crushing hug. She turned her head to look at him her hair tickling across his nose and kissed him softly on the cheek. Peter's mouth dropped open all over again. He stuttered out 'I-I- Gm'ra wha?" from his confusion. He felt the blood heat in his cheeks. He was sure he was blushing.

She smirked at him as he stood frozen and darted back to the ship before he could even think to follow.

That was how Peter was left standing alone and watching his ship fly off without him. The last thing he saw was Groot staring from the back window and waving sadly at him. If he wasn't pissed about the whole thing he would honestly have been impressed by Groot's actions -that was more interaction than most of the team had gotten out of him all week.

Peter knew they'd be back, there was no doubt in his mind that they'd leave him. They were friends -wait, no scratch that- they were family. Deep down he knew Gamora was probably right about this whole thing too. But that did nothing to lessen his anger at the fact that his team had effectively gone over his head and forced a vacation on him.

He picked up a rock off the sand, rolling it over in his hands. It was smooth from being beaten against the shore for years. He didn't know how he felt about any of this. It was strange to be back on Terra.

It was humid on the island. It had only taken about twenty minutes and Peter was sweating through his layers, his red Ravager jacket sticking to his skin. He peeled it off tossing it on top of his pack. He considered taking off his undershirt too but decided against it. He didn't have any ultraviolet protection and burns were the last thing he needed. Then he peeled his boots and socks off too and flopped down in the sand, sticking his toes into the water.

He had to admit the island did seem kind of peaceful. He'd never been out of Missouri as a kid, but he remembered one time his classmate had bragged about going to Hawaii he was sure it was just like this. There was a slight breeze rustling the trees in the jungle and it resounded perfectly with the gentle crash of the waves. Soon enough Peter found himself drifting off.

It was past midday when Peter blinked awake. The tide had come in lapping at his thighs he sat up slowly cracking his back as he moved to get up. He had no idea if this island was inhabited or not, but he figured it was best to set up shelter before night came.

His socks were now crispy from the sand and the sweat. Peter grimaced and tossed them aside. He unzipped his bag. Thank God it looked like Gamora had packed not Drax. He saw his stun guns, Zune, lock picks, a sleeping roll, a med kit, a couple weeks worth of food rations, and four changes of clothes along with some other miscellaneous stuff that looked useful. Near the bottom, he snagged a new pair of socks and yanked them on followed by his boots. He wadded up his coat and the nasty socks and shoved them into the pack. He zipped it up and shoved the straps on his shoulders before heading towards the tree line.

The forest reminded Peter of other tropical planets he'd been on. Thick undergrowth climbed on everything, roots covered the ground, and overhead was a canopy of green that hid the sky. Birds were chattering and it was actually quite peaceful. Peter found an animal trail and began following it. His plan was to find some fresh water and camp somewhere around there until he found a village.

He hiked for a couple of hours taking hydration pills when he got thirsty. It was hot and really rather awful. Peter was kicking himself for not staying on the coast where he could feel the breeze. On the plus side, he'd probably seen about a hundred shades of green and hadn't found one that matched Gamora's skin yet. He was glad there was no one around to see him because he was sure he would have a dopey grin on his face.

Crack.

There was a snap of wood behind him somewhere followed by the ground shaking.

What the hell? Peter thought as he turned around quickly.

"Oh shit!"

Standing right behind him was a fucking dinosaur. A fucking ten ton, scaled, larger than life dinosaur. It was kind of a brown color and was walking on four legs. It had spines all along its back getting smaller as they approached its tail. Peter wracked his brain for a name, he thought it started with an S -stogee -stega -stego, that was it! A stegosaurus! Peter silently cursed his elementary school teacher for skipping the dinosaur chapter in their textbook.

Peter gulped he really hoped it wasn't a meat eater. The creature didn't even seem to notice him as it trampled around. Peter let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding when the dinosaur bent its head and ripped a leaf off a plant, munching it slowly. While the lizard was distracted he darted off the path and into the jungle.

He didn't stop until he found himself on the edge of a spring splashing through the water.

"You got this Starlord. You've got this." He muttered to himself leaning against a tree and catching his breath.

It was a testament to how strange space is that Peter's first explanation was they had gone through a wormhole and he was 60 million years in the past. It certainly wouldn't be the first time it had happened to him. But if that was true, well that really sucked. Being on a nice deserted tropical island was one thing, being with a bunch of huge scaly animals was another.

Peter unzipped his bag and pulled out his guns clipping one to each hip. Better safe than sorry, who knew what was out there? Thankfully alien tech was way better than anything on Terra. Peter was pretty sure one stun would even take down something that big. He could practically hear his inner Rocket telling him to go back and test it.

After he felt the adrenaline die down and he actually sat down and thought about it maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Sure there were dinosaurs, but that was actually kind of awesome. Maybe he could even ride one. It sure would be way more interesting than sitting around a normal island. Besides he was Starlord, he'd saved the galaxy twice this was gonna be nothing compared to that. How hard could it be?

So Thoughts? Comments? Let me know what you guys think!