When I came home and logged onto the site, the first thing I did was check for a Guardians of the Galaxy fanfiction archive.

There wasn't one.

That pissed me off.

So when I checked for it again today, I absolutely squealed when- despite there only being, live, 7 stories in there- it was there.

So, I'm adding to the pile. I can't promise that Rocket or Peter will be in character, but I'll try my best.

"Hey, Quill."

Peter spun around. "Yeah?"

They were on the ship, having just left Xandar. Rocket was still somewhat bitter about the fact that the Nova Corps would still arrest him if he tried to steal something, even after what happened with Ronan and the Sakaaran army, but mostly didn't really mind it much. Hopefully, Groot would make sure that he didn't do anything that would revoke his immunity.

Hopefully.

Hey, before all of this, Groot had been with Rocket. Can't blame him for having doubts.

"Why do you bring that thing with you anyway?"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Rocket gestured to the Walkman. "That."

Peter grabbed it, fumbling with it for a second. "Ah. It's a Walkman."

"... Okay, thanks for letting me know." The raccoon jabbed it with a pointed finger. "But why bring it everywhere?"

"What, I can't just listen to good music?" Peter's eyes were wide, his hands in the air.

"Quill." Rocket was staring at him disbelievingly. "You risked us all getting caught for the stupid thing, I'm not taking that as an answer."

"Fine." His hands fell to his sides. "My mom gave it to me."

"... You mean the Terran mother Commander Rael mentioned?" Rocket furrowed his eyebrows.

Peter nodded. "Yeah." He held it up. "This isn't actually the same one from earlier, though."

"Really?" Peter nodded, passing it to him. "Huh... 'Awesome Mix'?"

"It is!" The man grinned.

Rocket rolled his eyes, passing it back. "Where is your mother, anyway?"

Peter's grin was suddenly wiped off his face.

"She's dead," he said, his expression grim.

"... Oh."

Rocket was silent; he hadn't known that.

"... You know," Peter spoke up. "I had a grandpa."

"What was he like?" Rocket lost the will to snark at that.

"He was alright." Peter had a far-off gaze in his eyes that didn't quite fit there. "Took care of me when Mom couldn't. He was a strong man, one who didn't give up or give in."

"What happened to him?"

"Who knows?" he shrugged. "Yondu abducted me before I could find out. Probably died of old age or something."

Rocket looked up at Peter, looking him in the eye. "You know, you said earlier that he was the only family you have. What do you mean by that?"

"Well... How do I say this..." Peter scratched his head. "He abducted me from my home, my family, but... He was like the dad I never had."

"... So basically, you had Stockholm Syndrome?"

"..." Peter laughed. "I guess you could say that."

Rocket smirked. "Well, I'm going up. Gotta make sure Drax hasn't broken anything."

Peter snickered. "Yeah, you do that, I'm gonna grab a snack."

The raccoon started walking, then stopped.

"... Hey, Quill."

"Yeah?"

"How about we head to Terra next? You know, see what's changed from the last time you've been there?"

"..." Peter smiled. "Yeah, that'd be nice. Although, just to let you know, I'm pretty sure they don't have talking raccoons."

"Hey!" The man laughed.

Rocket grumbled, but had a small smile on his face.

Well, I tried. .-.

Note: Apparently, aliens from outer space know English and metaphors and all that jazz, so it can't be that far of a stretch that they'd know about Stockholm Syndrome, right? Right?