Hey, guys! My name is Winters and welcome to my second story and my first crossover attempt. Yay! So, I've hit the disease that was famously known as the 'Writers Block' on my other story, A Forgotten Past. So, if any of my other readers reading this, don't worry, I am not canceling the story or anything like that. Besides, I've been wanting to write this for soooo long, but I couldn't get any ideas. Until while I was revising my schoolwork, I suddenly got an inspirational burst similar to my other story. To all my new readers out there, try to read my other story, mkay? Thanks!

The night was dark and the stars were bright. Amelia sat in the passenger seat while her mother parked her car in front of the hospital. Amelia's sky-blue eyes glanced up into the sky, absently pointing out the constellations. Once the car stopped, she looked back at her mother who sat back in her seat.

Her mother, in return, looked at her, "We're here, sweetie. Are you ready?"

Amelia nodded, "Yeah, always be."

Together, they exited the car, Amelia holding her mother's hand. To be honest, she wasn't ready. She didn't want to go but she had to, especially when her best friend's mother was dying. The air was cold, showing signs of a recent rain. Entering the hospital, she noted that the hallways were dark, save for light at the end of the hallway, and void of any nurses or doctors. Of course, Amelia thought numbly, they would all be home, enjoying a cup of tea.

Reaching their destination, Amelia saw her best friend sitting on a stool outside the ward. She glanced at the mother, asking, "Can you go on? I'll be there in a second."

"Of course, sweetie." With sympathy in her mother's eyes, she walked into the room. Amelia stood at her best friend's side, her blonde hair definitely alerting him her presence.

Peter Quill sat there, eyes cast downwards to the Walkman he was holding. He listened to the music loudly, intending to drown out the world. He saw a familiar pair of eyes as she knelt down to meet his, bringing him back to reality. "Hey, Amy" He said, voice slightly raspy from being quiet.

"Hey, Pete," Amelia cringed at her own voice. She tried to sound casual but it probably came out as pity. She frowned at the bruise forming around his eyes, knew that it was her fault to begin with. She make a small 'Oh' when she remembered something.

Peter watched as she dug into her small bag she brought, taking out a paper wrapped present. Amelia smiled brightly as she handed out the gift, "Happy late birthday! I know it was last week but you looked sooo disappointed when I couldn't bring you any so here!"

Peter smiled gratefully at her, "Wow. Thanks."

Amelia looked at him expectantly, "Well? Open it! It's also thanks for, you know, earlier."

Peter opened the wrapper. Covering it was a framed picture of his eighth birthday party. There weren't many people, just him, Amelia, his grandpa and his sick mother, all celebrating in the same ward where his mother was now dying. They stood around the cake and smiling, almost as if nothing could go wrong. Without realizing it, a single tear escaped and slid down his face.

Amelia immediately panicked when she saw the tear, "H-hey, what's wrong? If you don't like it, I'll get you another soon, I promise."

Peter shook his head, smiling almost sadly, "No! It's perfect. Thank you."

Before Amelia could reply, Peter's grandfather walked out of the ward, his face trying to conceal the grief in front of the two children. His blonde hair that was a lighter shade than Amelia's was messy and his eyes glimmered beneath the surface, as if wanting to cry but he knew he couldn't.

"Peter, Amelia," he knelt down to their eye level. His eyes shifted to the Walkman and the framed picture. He struggled to keep his voice straight, placing his hands on over the headphones, "Hey, come on. Your mother want to see you."

When Peter didn't make a move, Amelia continued, "Pete, let's go and talk to your mom, okay?"

Peter reluctantly got up, his grandpa keeping the Walkman and the photo inside Peter's bag. The ward was, well, dark and gloomy. Relatives of Peter's family stood around the bed, making it hard to see his mother. Seeing Peter walking in, they stepped aside and some of them, including Amelia's mother, was crying like there's no tomorrow.l

Meredith Quill lied on the bed, her skin too pale and her head was bald. Her teary eyes were squinting against the light and possibly from pain. The monitor that was placed beside the bed beeped monotonously, tracing her heartbeat and pulse until her final breath. She gave a weak chuckle when Peter walked in and stopped by her side, "Hey, baby."

Peter said nothing. He was close to letting a sob out but was able to keep it in. Amelia and apparently his grandfather sensed Peter's discomfort as she grasped his hand while the latter placed a hand on his shoulder.

Neither was going to say anything, so Meredith asked, "Why are you fighting with other kids in school, baby?"

Peter shrugged but Amelia widen her eyes slightly, wondering how on Earth-

She glanced at her mother. Oh.

Despite her weak body, Meredith insisted, "Peter."

Peter didn't want to say anything but the tone in her mother'a voice made him spoke, "Some kids killed a frog for nothing. They just whacked it with a stick and Amy too when she tried to stopped them. I couldn't just let it happen," He sniffed and Amelia looked down in shame. She should've tried harder when she faced those horrible kids.

Meredith glanced gratefully at Amelia for a brief moment before turning her attention back to her son. She smiled softly, "Aw, baby. You're so strong. Just like your father. You remind me of him, look just like him."

Peter sniffed and Amelia looked close to tears, gripping his hand more tightly. His mother continued, "Come here. I've made something for you."

Her pale hand moved to push a gift and an envelope. His grandfather took it, placing into his bag, saying, "I got that for you, Pete."

Peter nodded and for the first time since entering the room, looked at his mother in the eye. Meredith continued, "Open it when I'm gone, okay? Remember, even after I'm gone, I will always be watching over you. I won't be entirely gone, baby."

She held out her hand, "Take my hand, Peter."

Peter froze in place. He couldn't take it anymore. Shutting his eyes tightly and letting go of Amelia's grip, he turned hugged his grandfather's belly. Meredith continued to beg, her voice getting weaker and weaker until-

beeeeep

A loud echo sounded throughout the room. Relatives immediately started crying and Peter... He opened his eyes wide and immediately slid to his mother's side, grasping her already cold hand and crying out 'No' repeatedly. Doctors raced into the room, Peter's grandfather quickly ushered Peter and a sobbing Amelia out of the ward.

"Stay there," He yelled at the two children, frantically wiping the tears away from his face, "Let the doctor do their work. I'll look out for your mom. Stay there!"

Peter just stared at the chaos happening in the room, Amelia couldn't even care less. She slid down to the cold floor and covered her face with her hands. She loved Peter's mother like her own. Peter knew. Even though the doctors were trying their best, but he knew.

Meredith Quill, his beloved mother, was dead.

Unable to accept the fact, he ran down the hallway and out into the open field. His legs gave out, making him kneel on the wet grass. He sobbed and sobbed, mentally wishing that it wasn't true. His mom wasn't dead.

He didn't notice a spaceship descending from the skies until it was too late. A hum resonated in the air as a bright light shined on him like a spotlight. Looking upwards and shielding his eyes using his hands, the world began to dissolve around him. He desperately screamed out, "MOM! HELP!"

Before he blacked, he heard Amy's voice screaming out in a similar matter as Peter's own, "PETER, NO!"

So, this is all I got so far. How's the plot going? Good? Bad? Meh? Plus, I'm actualy typing on a phone, so I apologize for any mistakes. Also, fun fact, did you know, I actually cried during the begining. It was so sad, seeing Peter's mom passed away. Then I looked at my mom.

AHEM! Here's a free cookie to all readers out there! (::)(::)(::)