A/N: Whee~ This will probably be short... maybe only 3/4 chapters... Contains GOTG2 spoilers, somewhat ignoring the end credits scenes for now, but will incorporate them later, possibly. Tell me what you think. This is my first GOTG fanfiction... Also the first fanfiction I've published in three years so, yeah. Rusty. Too bad those half-finished GF fanfiction still need to be worked on...

This is just the beginning, so it seems short. Please tell me what you think... And also if I made any errors. I need to rewatch the first movie again DX.

Peter Quill stared blindly out into space as fireworks commemorated Yondu the Ravager, almost alone in the room he brooded in, except for Groot. He felt a stone settle down in the back of his throat as he thought of the reason Yondu had died. It was all his fault. If he hadn't listened to his father, if he'd hightailed it out of there when Gamora had said something was wrong... He tried to swallow, unsuccessfully. "I am Groot?" the little plant-like being asked, tugging at Quill's jeans.

Quill frowned. "I'm fine, obviously," he threw his hands up in the air. "Everything is just perfect. Everybody is dead who needs to be dead," except me, somehow, "and all we need to do now is-" miraculously, his voice hadn't cracked completely when he spoke, but now he was being interrupted by the hologram com system, as a call came through. "What the..." he scowled. Who the hell was interrupting this kind of moment with a stupid call? He almost hit ignore, until he glanced at the caller ID, and gulped, feeling a pit fall down into his stomach. He didn't really fancy hazarding a guess as to why the Nova Corps would be calling... He slowly hit the receive button, and the transmission came through, the hologram popping up and revealing Irani Rael's face, and showing his own to them.

"Guardians, we need you here urgently- Oh my, what happened?" The Nova Prime asked, seeing Quill's deadened face. Quill scowled, his face hardening. There was no need for them to know.

"None of your business, you little shi-," a hand was suddenly clamped down on his mouth, and Quill flailed in surprise as Gamora spoke. When did she come in?

"Apologies, he's just lost somebody important to him, I hope you aren't offended. How urgent is this business?" Since when was Gamora the one who kept her head on..? he wondered dazedly. Oh yeah, wait... Since I lost mine... He thought back to when he'd shouted at her to be happy for him since he'd finally found his family, and felt his breath catch in his throat. He mentally cringed in his mind as the choke sounded out through the air, Gamora having removed her hands from his mouth already.

Irani Rael blinked, "Oh... I'm sorry for your loss..."

"No you aren't!" Quill yelled, flinging a useless punch at the hologram, his fist simply going through it. ""You just want me to feel better so I can help you out with your fucking situation!"

She sensed it was a bad idea to pursue that thought at the moment, and switched back to the main reason for calling. "How long will it take you to arrive here?"

Rocket and Drax had just walked in as the question was asked, being led by Groot who had run to fetch them at some point Quill couldn't recall. "Oh, well, we only have several hundred jumps to make before we're there, so... Maybe a couple of days at best?" Rocket jumped up onto the counter which the hologram was showing from.

"Several hundred jumps?!" The Nova Prime sounded shocked. "Where in the universe even are you?"

"In the middle of nowhere," Quill spat out bitterly.

"But we're not in Knowhere, we're by your fa-" Drax blinked in confusion as Quill quickly cut him off.

"Nowhere worth going, at any rate," he amended his statement, glaring at Drax.

"Err... okay, well, please arrive here as soon as possible, we have a situation that has to resolved quickly." she said, glancing at the four of them, and at Quill last.

"I am Groot?" the sapling asked, holding his branchy hand above a screen that was already set to Xandar. Apparently he'd already forgotten about what had happened last time.

"No!" The four all yelled, as the sapling brought his hand down on the screen and their wild ride began.