So this is my first Guardian's of the Galaxy Fanfic and I'm totally excited to branch out from the fantasy genre. I'm going to try to keep the character's in the movie verse, even though that isn't what this Fanfic is about. Please Review and let me know what you guys think, good, bad, just please keep it constructive :)

This first chapter is a set-up so the rest will be longer I promise. Hope you enjoy.


Gamora picked her way through the main living area of the Milano. Pigs, every one of them, she thought, removing an old shirt from the back of her chair. She was unable to suppress the shudder that ran through her when the crusty surface grazed her skin. Before her mind could wander to darker places she remembered that it wasn't all Quill's fault. That particular crust was sap, dried sap from when Groot developed a cold and sneezed on every surface. Not to mention Rocket's junk bombs and gun pieces that were strewn around and stuffed in every surface.

This is quickly getting out of hand, Gamora clenched her jaw and yanked her chair out. She had work to do and didn't have time to clean up after these pigs. No one else on this ship would take charge of their navigation and she had a few planets she knew she didn't want to wind up on.

"Stop!" Drax yelled from across the room. Shocked Gamora took a step back and released her chair.

"What do you mean?" Gamora asked, brow furrowing at being ordered in such a way.

Drax crossed the room in three hulking strides and yanked her chair from under her desk. Before her very eyes he gutted the cushions.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Gamora demanded, watching the synthetic fluff waft pitifully to the floor.

"Interesting," Drax lowered the chair back down for her, "I appear to have made an error. Quill informed me earlier that you had been sitting on pins and needles recently."

"It's a saying!" Gamora barely restrained from screaming.

"I should have known," Drax speaks quietly while sheathing his blade. "Why would one willingly rest on such an uncomfortable surface?" Drax shook his head and turned to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Gamora demanded, slamming her palm on the desk surface while trying to ignore its sappy surface.

"Away from here, I have obviously offended you," Drax turned back and hooked his thumbs in the top of his pants. "It is easy to do with your rapidly altering female nature, or as Rocket refers to it 'your time of the month'."

"That's it!" Gamora yells, stomping down to each hall and screaming each man's name to get his attention. "Quill, Rocket, Groot!"

"This is a prime example of what they refer to. He is surprisingly perceptive for such a small animal." Drax continues, overlooking Gamora's glare.

"In the meeting area now!" She yells, resisting the urge to shoot Drax between the eyes, or in the balls, whichever one was the easiest really.

"What's all the hullabaloo?" Quill asked, scratching his chest after stumbling in from a nap.

"I don't understand, what's a hullabaloo?" Drax asked.

"Jeezes what's the matter? Can't a guy wire a bomb around here without so chick screaming at him?" Rocket asked, waving around the beginnings of a detonator.

"What did we say about building bombs on my ship?" Quill demanded, no longer trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"I am Groot." Groot ducked into the room and stood next to Gamora smiling. He'd only grown to about half his size since the incident on Xander, but he'd lost none of his charm.

"I do not believe we have any hullabaloo, unless we picked it up at the last stop." Drax continued.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch. I was going to make the password something really difficult." Rocket waved Quill's angry look off with a handful of wires.

"I am Groot."

"Is hullabaloo a form of sickness? Because if so I have an impenetrable immune system, I'd like to see it try." Drax boasted.

"Why doesn't that make me feel better?" Quill rolled his eyes and threw his hands up.

"I am Groot."

"Yea, yea, I get it Groot, this is his ship. Why don't you go back to eating your flowers for now?" Rocket threw down the unfinished metal cylinder and Gamora jumped back, half expecting it to blow up.

"Come at me hullabaloo! I am not afraid!" Drax boomed in the small room, hurting their ears.

"Silence!" Gamora screamed over their bickering. Quill stopped with a hand on his hip and the other pointing at Rocket, ready to sling a new comeback, and the men turned to her.

"I believe you were correct when you said it was the time of the month," Drax whispered loudly.

"I said silence," Gamora hissed once more and the men locked their lips. "I can't work like this, and I can't live like this. Either you clean up after yourselves or I'm leaving at the next stop." Gamora jutted her chin out when she gave them their ultimatum.

"I don't know, cleaning isn't really our thing," Quill shrugged his shoulders and gave her a cocky smile.

"Are you saying it should be mine?" Gamora snapped.

"Well you do have the parts for it," Rocket crossed his arms and joined Quill's cocky shrug.

"What parts are those?" Drax asked looking Gamora over as if he expected her to open a hatch and remove a broom from her chest.

"I've giving you a choice," Gamora jutted out her chin and turned to go to the one clean place in this ship, her room.

"Wait, wait," Quill darted across the room, narrowly avoiding the torn apart chair. "How about instead of those two things we bring someone else on the ship? You know, to like clean and cook?"

Cautiously Gamora turned to see if the offer was in earnest. "Are you being serious?"

"Yea, I mean, we're doing pretty good for ourselves right?" Quill looked around to the guys for confirmation.

"I am Groot," Groot said, nodding enthusiastically. Rocket was less enthusiastic with the thought of splitting the money, and Drax merely stared.

"I think we are closer to neutral. I broke a man's leg on the last planet when I assumed he cheated in cards, but I also saved the woman from the mercenary." Drax admitted.

"Financially, I mean we're doing good financially." Quill dropped his head but regained his posture after a second. "Plus we don't have to pay her long, wait till the ship is clean then drop her on the closest rock. Done and done."

"You assume so quickly that the one we hire will be a female, why?" Gamora asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because who else would agree to clean this mess?" Quill asked with his cocky grin playing back on his face. It was basically a perfect solution for all of them.