Hello and welcome to Rulers of the Galaxy! My name is I'msorrymylove and this my first Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic. I have written stories for other fandoms such as Doctor Who, Deadpool, and Gravity Falls, so if you're readers from any of those stories then hello again!

For any new readers I am a person who is, for the majority of the year, in school and therefore can't write often, so I have chosen to pre-write all my stories before I publish them so I do not leave my readers hanging, which I prefer much better to trying to write a chapter throughout a week.

This story will be updated every week on Friday afternoon until it is concluded.

And, as you can see, this is a Ronan/OC story. I really liked the character in the first film and I felt like there was a lot to explore with him so here we are. I know it seems like an odd idea considering he's rather genocidal in the film, but I promise that it works. My OC, Galaxy (Ariel Quill) is pictured to look something like Klaire De Lys.

I will have an author's note at the bottom with my thoughts on the chapter.

I do not own Guardians of the Galaxy, they belong to Marvel.

Earth, 1988

Peter and Ariel Quill, twins at birth, sat next to each other in the waiting room of a hospital, an action they had done many, many times before. For the past months, the two had watched as their mother, Meredith Quill, succumb to brain cancer. The woman who had had brown hair like her daughter and the same eyes as her son seemed to vanish before the eyes of everyone who knew her, replaced by a shell of her former personality; her hair was gone and her eyes had grown tired and painful.

The two were old enough to understand what was happening. Their mother was dying and would be dead very soon. That didn't stop Ariel from hoping their mother would recover or Peter from fighting anyone would disagreed with Ariel's hope...or from fighting anyone who just upset him; Peter was fighting a lot lately. Just that afternoon Ariel had had to get a teacher because Peter had been hit soundly on his eye. His reason for fighting: some older boys had killed a frog while laughing as it tried to get away.

Ariel looked down at her legs, which were still too short to touch the ground. She swung them, looking over at Peter. It was his turn to use the Walkman to listen to their 'Awesome Mixtape, a cassette tape made by their mother. It was filled with songs her mother had loved and had wanted them to hear, but since it was Peter's turn, Ariel was forced to endure the noises of the hospital. She hated them! She hated everything about the hospital, really. The way people whispered, the stale smell, the quiet footsteps…it was suffocating.

Most of all, she hated knowing that her mother was in the room nearby and was being hidden from them.

She looked up, hearing the sound of heavy footsteps. Her grandpa, the man who had been taking care of them ever since their mother got so sick, came hurrying towards him. She tapped Peter on the shoulder, making him frown and pull off the headphones.

"Peter, Ariel, your mama wants to speak to you two." Ariel nodded wordlessly and got off the chair. She looked over at her brother to see him staring at their grandpa.

"Come on Peter," Ariel said in a soft voice. Even though he was technically the older child, Ariel had found herself taking on a more mature role. A role that even Peter accepted, which he showed by getting to his feet.

The two were walked into their mother's room by Grandpa, his hand on their backs in an attempt to comfort them. Their mother looked up at them and seemed to smile, but she soon frowned at Peter's eye. "Why have you been fighting with the other boys again, baby?" When Peter gave no answer to the question besides a shrug, their mother prompted with a gentle, "Peter?"

Peter frowned. "They killed a little frog that ain't done nothin'. Smushed it with a stick," he admitted in a soft voice.

Their mother smiled. "You're so like your daddy, you even look like him," she remarked breathlessly. She looked over at Ariel and added, "You're so much like your daddy too, doll. You make the same faces." She seemed to almost fall back into the bed. "And he was an angel, composed of pure light..." her eyes slid closed.

Grandpa leaned forwards, prompting their mother to open her eyes, though the action was slow and weak. "Mer? You got a present for Peter and Ariel, don't you?"

Their mother seemed to attempt to nod. "Of course. There." She lightly touched, brushed really, two gifts with two cards attached to them. Wordlessly, Grandpa took the gifts and placed it into Peter's and Ariel's backpacks.

"I've got you covered," he said in a soft voice.

Their mother smiled. "You open it up when I'm gone, okay?" she instructed. Peter and Ariel both looked down at that, unable to meet their mother's eyes and unwilling to let her see them start to cry. "Your grandpa is gonna take such good care of the both of you. At least until your daddy comes back to get you two."

She took a sudden raspy breath and looked over at Grandpa for a brief moment. Then she turned her head back to Peter and Ariel and held out both her hands. "Take my hands," she said – asked, really.

Ariel took one of them gently, knowing something very bad was going to happen. She looked over at her mother's face to see her frowning at Peter. "Peter," their mother prompted.

Ariel frowned as well. "Peter, please," she said in a soft voice.

"Take my hand," their mother repeated.

But Peter never did – at least not until her heart stopped. As the heart monitor, which had been beeping slowly, turned into a long beep, Peter asked softly, "Mom?" When no response came, he grabbed at her hand, clutching it and screaming, "No!" over and over again.

Ariel backed up, unable to stop looking at her brother and her mother but wanting to desperately look away. She could only watch mutely as Grandpa grabbed Peter and carried him outside. He seemed to want to help her out as well, but Ariel walked behind him.

Placing Peter down, he beckoned Ariel over and looked them both straight in the eye. "You've got to stay here. Please," he ordered.

"No," Peter whimpered while Ariel just nodded.

Hearing the doctors run into the room, Grandpa turned away. The minute he had left them, Peter ran away. Not sure what to do, Ariel ran after her brother, kneeling down next to him in the field outside the hospital as he wept.

"No," Peter repeated, leaning into Ariel's arm around him.

A bright light like a spotlight appeared above them, making the two looked up in alarm and increasing fear. A spaceship was hovering above them.

As if on strings, the two were suddenly jerked into the air. Peter desperately hung onto Ariel and screamed out the name of the one person who had promised to always, always save them, a name that Ariel echoed as well – "Mom!"

But their mom did not come and instead they were pulled into a spaceship and taken away.

"Peter and I were separated quickly after. He stayed with Yondu and I…I was sent to someone else."

So, very short chapter, I know. I promise the rest aren't like that.

As you can see, this chapter, and the rest of the fanfic, is from Ariel's perspective. I feel like since we already saw Peter's story in the movie we should see her story in this.

I actually really felt for the twins in this. I've had a lot of family members get sick and I've been to a lot of hospitals and they're pretty horrible to be in long term. There's this smell and everyone talks really quietly and just...ugh! I hate hospitals. I feel like they would both feel trapped in the hospital; Peter would probably go completely bonkers and try to race stuff. Plus the whole thing of seeing their mother dying would just be even worse.

During their mother's death, I feel like Peter is a lot more emotional while Ariel is just kind of mute out of shock. It kind of shows a huge difference in them - Peter is very reactive while Ariel mulls things over for a long time.

Otherwise, I don't really have much to say about the rest of the chapter. I hope you liked it and I will see everyone next Friday!