Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Guardian's of the Galaxy. They belong to Stan Lee and Marvel comics.

Pre-slash: Peter Quill/Ronan the Accuser

AU somewhat.

Homesickness: A sad or depressed from a longing for home or family while away from them for a long time.

Upbeat music filled the small living room from the record player placed on the wall. It was a little out of place among all the futuristic gadgets but he liked it. The player reminded him of home. He moved to the beat of the rhythm singing along to the song until he was pretty sure he could be heard down the corridor of the building. Not that he really cared.

What made him stop however was the deep amused chuckle. He turned to face the open living room doorway and shifted from foot to foot.

"Please, do not stop on my account," the man in the doorway smirked teasingly. "I was rather enjoying the show you were putting on."

"How long have you been standing there?" Peter asked walking over to the player and turning the music down.

"Not long, I'm surprised you didn't sense me sooner. Though it seemed to me you were in your own little world."

"In a way…I suppose I was," Peter nodded walking over to the bar. "Was there something you need? Can I get you a drink?"

"Gamora mentioned you seemed to be a little down lately, she said that it was polite to ask how you were," Ronan seemed to struggle a bit as he got the words out not sure how to make it sound.

Peter chuckled a bit and picked up his drink. "Just a bit of homesickness."

Ronan looked confused. "Homesick? But are you not home?"

"I…well yes…in a way but my home home…Terra…I miss it sometimes…" he looked down at his glass.

"I'm sorry…" Ronan walked over and placed a hand on Peter's shoulder trying to comfort the man. "I do not pretend to understand what you are going through…But I can see that it makes you sad."

Peter was surprised at the sudden contact from the Kree. The man hardly ever touched him seeming to keep space between the two of them. He wasn't sure what to say at that moment.

"I'll get over it," was the first thing that came out of Peter's mouth. "I always do." He gave a slight smile as the man lowered his hand taking a small step back.

"May I show you something?" Ronan asked motioning to the door with his arm. "You may like it."

Peter nodded and downed his drink setting in the sink and following the man. They walked out of the room and down the corridor. Peter smiled at some of the passing people and a few of the girls. Ronan nodded in acknowledgment somewhat ignoring the appreciative glances some women and men were throwing the Kree as they walked back. Peter found himself feeling oddly dare he say…upset by it?

He frowned to himself as they walked. He knew attractiveness when he saw it and was not afraid to admit to finding some men handsome or cute. Girls did the same to each other. He just never thought of Ronan in that way.

The man was taller than Peter by about a foot and a few inches give or take standing to a full height of seven foot five, though he did slouch a bit to seem less intimidating. His skin was of course a nice shade of blue and he had many scars from past wars and fights. His eyes were blue and his hair was short and a light shade of brown. It made him seem almost human.

He blinked as he walked into the man's back and almost fell backwards a hand wrapping around his wrist firmly but not tight enough to hurt and he found that amused smirk staring at him once more.

"Are you alright?" Ronan asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah…sorry, I uh…got distracted," Peter coughed awkwardly into his arm as he straightened up.

Ronan nodded and let him go before turning to face the door in front of them and pressing his hand to the screen pad and stepped back as the doors slid open. The two stepped into the room and the door slid shut behind them.

"This would be my room," Ronan answered as he turned on the light. "You may have a seat if you like." He motioned to the chairs and couch set up in front of a TV. Peter sat down in one of the chairs finding it rather comfortable.

He watched Ronan walk over to a book shelf and go through a few things before he walked back over to a box. "I do not remember where I acquired it, but perhaps this will help you?" he held out the box to the Terran and sat down across from him.

Peter, the curious man he was, opened the box and pulled out the small clear orb. He looked at Ronan. "What is it?"

"It will show you want to see. Just say something, anything, any time, any place and it will show you," the taller man explained.

He looked back at the orb and hesitated before speaking. "Colorado Springs, 1988…Colorado hospital…" the last part ended in almost a whisper as he watched the orb fog up before clearing again showing him the large building. "Room 229…"

Peter did know he was crying until he felt a callused hand wipe a few tears that made their way down his cheek. He closed his eyes in an attempt to calm down but that only made it worse as more tears came before he was out right crying. And he couldn't stop. Years of pent up grief just bubbled to the surface, he was going to make himself sick if he kept this up.

He didn't stop even as Ronan pulled him into a hug rubbing small circles on his back in an attempt to sooth him. The Kreen wasn't used to much emotion, years of training had made him build wall around himself to block out things that could be considered weakness.

He rubbed Peter's back and held him to his chest sitting back in his chair the man almost across his lap now. The man's cries soon died down and he was reduced to stuttering breathing and sniffles. Ronan offered him the tissue box and Peter blushed embarrassed as he took a few and wiped his eyes as he slowly stood up.

"Would you like-"

"Keep it," Ronan interrupted. "I have no use for it…I want you to have it…a gift of our friendship."

Peter smiled a bit and picked up the orb. "Thank you Ronan…" he squeezed the Kree's shoulder and walked towards the door. "Really…thank you."

Ronan nodded and watched him go.