Gerrmie

~Four Days Later~ Almost everything had returned to the way it was. Peter's wound healed quickly, the damage on the Milano had been repaired and Rocket did well with the painkillers. Of course he was a bit mad because he had to sit still all day but working on a new gun kept him busy. Not always though. And whenever I saw him glare at the half-finished weapon in front of him I sat down next to him and tried to distract him a little. I had done some research about broken ribs. Usually the fracture healed easily and the pain was bearable but there was still a big difference between a human body and Rocket's. The rib that was fractured might p

I wiped the tears off my cheeks and then smiled. He was fine. He had a broken rib but that was everything. I was happy and this strange pressure I had been feeling in my forehead finally disappeared. I carefully rested my forehead against his shoulder, that broad smile not growing weaker at all. Finally everything had returned back to normal. Time, my senses, my emotions and even my legs were feeling less heavier. I could finally breath normally again and I was able to see things clear. What had happened though? I tried to think about it but for some reason it felt like everything was just my imagination. I knew it wasn't but as I tried to r

'Thanks, ___.' was what he had said. And with just those two words he had made me extremely happy. I smiled back at him and eventually let go. Thanks to all this excitement I had a less clouded mind. Of course I wasn't sober but at least I “I think we should get back.” “Yeah...”, he said after a while and got up as well. “A-And let's not tell the others about this. It would just get you in trouble.” “I think I know what you mean. Yes, I won't say anything. But-...But I won't act like it never happened, Rocket. Because it did happen.” He stood there, staring at me for a few seconds. “Yes,

~Day 61~ “___, gimme that piece.”, said Rocket as he pointed toward something that I could not name. I really had no idea what it was and he knew that as well. I handed him that weird glowing thing and watched him attach it to the rest of whatever he was building. I had asked him three times already but every time he would say something like “You're going to find out soon enough, idiot.” or “Shut the hell up. I wanna concentrate.” While everyone was out to buy some resources I had stayed in the Milano to watch Rocket work on another machine. It was most likely a weapon but it didn't really look like one so

~The Next Morning~ I got up because someone was shaking my shoulder. “___, we have a problem. Get up.” As I opened my eyes I saw Peter. He looked rather desperate. “What is wrong? Did something happen?”, I asked and jumped out of bed. Were we going to crash against something? Did the ship burn? “I think Rocket got...fleas.” A few moments later I was done getting dressed and followed Peter down the ladder. There he was. Rocket stood on the table, hysterically scratching himself. His hands were buried in the fur of his neck and shoulders. “WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”, he called and tried

Many years ago, the very day when aunt had died, my favourite cousin had disappeared. Peter Quill ran out of the hospital and then simply vanished. We all helped the police search for him. We even got all our neighbours to help out but there was no trace. He was gone. We all mourned as he was declared dead. No one really believed that he might be still alive. No one except for me. I was too young to understand so until the now I was still hoping to see him again some day. Well, and now I did. He had simply knocked on my door, wearing the strangest clothes. I just stood there and after a few seconds I had jumped into his arms, almost stranglin

Autumn. Much like Spring, the early Autumn months brought you indescribable peace. Earthy scents and the shifting, colorful nature of the trees; hazelnut coffee and light, over sized sweaters with leggings gave snuggly, comfortable feelings. The sun warmed the atmosphere, but left just enough chill in the air to put some color in your cheeks and the tip of your nose. From now until the winter months arrived, you would sit on your meager porch almost every morning while you nursed from a mug and enjoy the scenery. Though the trees were beautiful, and the weather was perfection, it was not the sole reason you spent your early mornings outsi