Author's Notes: I do not own Guardians of the Galaxy...darn. But I did write this little fic about it. Rocket and Groot are too cute; I couldn't help it! Sorry if it's terrible, I've never actually written a fanfiction before. I just needed to get this out of my head. I hope you enjoy it anyway~ Reviews and PMs are always welcome :D
It was a Thursday, and everyone aboard the Milano was keeping themselves busy. Gamora and Drax were in the ships weapons bay practicing hand-to-hand combat, and Peter was out doing the shopping (or at least he was supposed to be, knowing him, he was more likely at the local bar). Rocket was attempting to fix the ship's navigation system for the third time that week. No matter how many times he rewired it, it still seemed insistent on malfunctioning. Groot, having finally grown to just a bit over Rocket's height, was relaxing in the cockpit, listening to Peter's cassette player.
After about the sixth attempt of trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with the navigation system, Rocket, growling in anger, threw his wrench across the room, nearly hitting Groot. Mumbling curses as he stood, he began to stomp his way over to where the wrench had landed, when he was surprised to see a leafy arm blocking his way.
"What do you want Groot? I'm kinda busy here," Rocket groaned out in frustration.
"I am Groot." Groot replied simply, bowing down and extending his arm once more in front of Rocket.
"Oh nooo," Rocket stated, trying to duck around Groots arm, "No way are you getting me to dance. Besides I've got stuff to do." But Groot wasn't taking no for an answer. Rocket barely had time to put his foot down before he found himself twirled around and in Groot's arms.
"Groot I'm serious. I don't have time for this." Rocket tried to protest. But one look at Groot's pleading face was all it took and it wasn't long before Rocket found himself lost in the music and the two friends were laughing and singing along as they danced all around the room.
By the time Peter got back, smelling of alcohol, but with grocery bags in hand, the Milano was back in tip-top shape and everything was where he had left it. The navigation system was back online and the only sound was that of his cassette tape playing softly in the background. After dropping off the supplies, Peter made his rounds to check up on everyone before hitting the hay for the night. Grocery shopping can be exhausting after all, although that bar fight beforehand probably hadn't helped. Peeking into each room on his way down the hall, Peter found Gamora reading quietly on her bed, and Drax sharpening his knives for the who knows how many times that day. As he approached Rocket and Groot's room however, he noticed something was off. There seemed to be a strange humming noise coming from inside. Sneaking a glance, Peter was surprised to see Rocket sitting on his bed, taking apart one of his many guns while Groot sat on his bunk and watching happily. Now that was a familiar sight, but what caught Peter off guard, was Rocket not only humming but also swaying back in forth in time with Groot. And Rocket actually looked like he was happy and enjoying himself.
"Huh," Peter shrugged backing away before he was spotted. "I knew he'd come around eventually." And with that, Peter made his way to his room for the night, a smile on his face.
