A/N: This is the sequel to Rockin' Robin. I would advise reading that one first or you'll probably be pretty confused. ANYWAYS! Enjoy! ^_^

A shipwreck...perfect for ship parts. A young teen with short green hair, ran towards it. Her golden eyes lit up once she saw the spacecraft in pieces. She needed to salvage as much as she could to build her own ship. Ubilex wasn't a planet to receive many visitors as it was nearly impossible to escape.

The post-apocalyptic planet was taken off the grid for the safety of others. It was a place that used to be the perfect vacation spot and drew visitors of all species...at least until a nearby star crashed into it. The last person to escape was twenty years ago. The young girl was just an infant when she was sent there. She knew it was for her safety. She was told that she was supposed to be executed right after her birth, but her father wouldn't allow it and sent her to a planet that couldn't be easily accessed.

Ship crashes were rare on Ubilex, being a place that is basically a death trap. Of all the planets her father could've hid her in, it had to be Ubilex. However, she was being hidden from execution.

The girl ran to the wreckage. She looked around for any survivors. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

As the smoke dissipated, a slender figure came into view. A gloved hand covered her pale, reptilian-like skin as she squinted, trying to get a better look at the mysterious figure. An emerald-skinned girl, only a few years older than her, exited the ship, covered in cuts and bruises. The younger girl ran over to her, wrapping an arm around her to steady her, and helped her sit on the ground once they were out of the wreckage. She studied her a little more closely from the various silver scars upon her face to her wavy, black and red tresses. "You all right?" She asked in concern. "Wait, were you piloting that thing?"

A green hand made it's way to her forehead as she groaned in pain. She moved a little, hissing at the slight movement she made. "Is this Ubilex?"

"Unfortunately." The girl remained silent for a moment and furrowed her eyebrows. "Who are you?"

"Gamora."

The golden eyes of the younger girl crinkled as she gave Gamora a warm smile. "L'Wit."

7 Years Later…

"What are we doing here again?" It was a usual, sunny day on Xandar, fans occasionally approaching them. Maia was scanning her surroundings in awe. She had been to the planet before, but she never paid much attention to the beautiful sights of the city.

The emerald woman was practically dragging her along by the hand. "We are going to see what kind of information the Nova Corps can dig up about you." The petite child looked up at her with curious eyes, raising an eyebrow. Gamora's lips twitched up a little, giving her a soft, yet sad, smile. "In other words, we're trying to find out who your mother is."

A small frown made it's way to the young girl's lips. "But, you're my mom."

"No, Maia. Your real mother." She watched as Maia's eyes sadly shifted away from hers. The woman felt the warmth of Peter's body heat radiating onto her skin as he gradually walked closer to her. His large, calloused hand slightly brushed her free one as if asking for consent to hold it. Gamora subconsciously skimmed her fingers over his and intertwined their fingers together. Luckily, they were behind the rest of the group, able to avoid Rocket's obnoxious teasing.

The Nova Corps headquarters building was just how they remembered it- large and almost transparent with their official, gold emblem in midst of it all. As soon as they entered, Irani Rael was waiting to greet them. "Guardians, it's a pleasure to see you once again." She turned to Peter, with her hands clasped in front of her. "Although this is quite a surprise to us all, on behalf of the Nova Corps, we congratulate you, Mr. Quill." The man nodded in thanks.

Nova Prime knelt down in front of Maia and gave her a soft smile. The young girl returned the gesture and took a deep breath. "We need you to take a series of tests...is that alright?"

Maia shifted her small eyes up to Gamora's. The woman nodded as if giving her permission to leave. The slightly larger, green hand untangled itself from Maia's smaller one and softly nudged her forward. "Yup." Maia whispered shyly. She watched as Irani stood up and reached for her hand. She hesitantly took it and looked behind her as her family disappeared from view.

"Peter, they wouldn't do any harmful tests on her, right?" Gamora asked, thumbing the back of his hand.

Peter turned his head towards her, furrowing his eyebrows. "No, why would they do that?" He bent down enough to reach her ear and whispered, "Hey, I promise, she'll be fine." The woman nodded, squeezing his hand in reassurance. He smiled, squeezing hers in return.

"This is gonna take forever!" Rocket groaned, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"Then restock the ship, dipshit!" Peter snapped. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Sorry, I haven't been getting much sleep. I didn't mean to snap at you like that."

Rocket would've snapped back at him, but he couldn't find it in him to. He knew how much pain Peter was in...what he was going through. His let his ears droop and gazed at the floor, uneasily. "Eh, restocking the ship doesn't sound like a bad idea...Drax. Mantis. You guys coming?"

The bug-like woman's antennae lit up. "Oh! That sounds wonderful!" She chirped as she quickly made her way to exit the building.

"I am in need of a few commodities. I will accompany you."

Gamora waited for the rest of their team to leave before pulling Peter over to an eggshell-white divan sofa that was laying against one of the transparent walls. They sat down and stared at each other intently, their hands still intertwined. "Peter-"

"What?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you haven't been able to sleep?" She heard a soft sigh escape Peter's lips, when he looked away.

"I have to be honest, I love watching you sleep. I know that came off really creepily, but-"

"Peter."

"Sorry." He took another deep breath. Ever since they had to share a bed on Ego, they hadn't slept apart from each other. Although they hadn't made it official, they considered the captain's quarters as 'their' bunk. Both of them, especially Gamora, found it more relaxing and easier to sleep in each other's embrace at night. "Even though that first part is true,-" Gamora rolled her eyes playfully. "I didn't want to tell you because you rarely get sleep and I didn't want you to stay awake, worrying about me."

The emerald-skinned woman grabbed his other hand with her free one and turned towards him. "Listen, that doesn't matter anymore. The point is I know, now. Is it because of what happened on-"

"It's because I didn't listen to you and I almost got everyone killed!" The leader snapped, pulling his hands away and clasping them tight in his lap. "I almost got everyone killed, including Maia...and you." He couldn't look her in the eye, feeling too guilty to attempt to.

"Peter,-" Gamora whispered, sliding her fingers up to his chin, turning his head to face hers. "Look at me. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't my fault. Ego fooled us both and we made mistakes. It happens, Peter." She cupped his cheek and smiled softly at him. "We're okay." He returned the gesture, placing his hand on top of hers.

"Momma! Daddy!" Maia called from a distance, flailing her arms as she ran to the two Guardians and jumped into Peter's arms. They were all getting used to Peter being her biological father and Gamora finally admitting aloud to be her adoptive mother. It was a good thing to get used to, though. Both, Peter and Gamora, never thought of the day they would ever become parents, but they were determined to be the best they could be.

"How were the tests?" Gamora asked, taking the young girl's small, ivory hand in hers.

She scrunched up her face a little as she shrugged, clearly showing off her resemblance to Peter in both, attitude and appearance. "They were okay. They asked me questions and put a needle in me and it sucked my blood into a tubey-thingy."

Not too long after the petite child returned to her parents, Nova Prime exited from one of the restricted areas with a some-what disappointed glower on her face. The two Guardians knew that expression fairly well - something went wrong. She stopped several feet from them and clasped her hands in front of her. "The good news is that we identified almost every significant attribute to her-"

"But you couldn't find out who her mother was." Peter interrupted, nodding his head in disappointment.

"I'm afraid so. We were also unable to locate the place in which she was born. Whoever raised her wanted to keep her hidden-"

"Off the grid."

"I am sorry, Mr. Quill. We did everything we could."

Gamora stepped up, letting go of Maia's hand. "Is there any information that you found that could possibly help us?"

Without a second glace, Irani pulled a data-chip out of her pocket, holding it out to Gamora. "This is all the information we discovered about Maia. Hopefully, we found something that will help you."

The emerald-skinned woman took the small object from her. "Thank you."

"We wish you the best of luck."

She held Gamora's slender hand on their way back to the ship, a disappointed pout on her heart-shaped face. Dragging her feet along with her, she gazed at the ground, not watching where she was going.

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter saw the frustration in Maia's hazel eyes. "Hey." The young girl shifted her eyes towards his, moving her head just enough to see him. "I promise, we won't give up until we find her."

Maia nodded sadly, turning her head back towards the ground. It wasn't until she noticed a strange hooded figure behind them that she looked up. Glancing behind her to get a better look, she realized that it was gone and turned back around, confused. A moment of ease past before she sensed the hooded figure following them again. She remembered her promise to Yondu and let go of Gamora's hand, starting to charge towards the figure.

The figure spun around and started running in the opposite direction. Maia finally caught up, ignoring the sounds of Peter and Gamora calling her name. She flung her leg at the figure's back, causing it to lose it's balance. As soon as it steadied itself, the figure turned around, watching as Maia began to charge towards it again. It sent a roundhouse kick towards the young girl. She went flying, landing gracefully on her knees, using a hand to hold herself up. The figure started to charge towards her. Maia jumped to the side, dodging the attack. She quickly sprung behind the figure and flipped it over, pinning it to the ground.

"MAIA!" Gamora called out as her and Peter caught up to her.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" The petite child screamed at the hooded figure. "SHOW YOURSELF!"

The emerald-skinned woman pulled Maia off of it, apologizing for her actions. "What are you doing?!"

"SHE WAS FOLLOWING US! I was trying to protect you guys..."

The figure started to move, but froze as soon as it felt Gamora glaring at it. "Who are you?" The woman asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

A pale hand pulled the hood back, slowly, and revealed strands of green hair. Gamora's brown eyes bore into the figure's golden ones. She recognized the girl from her past. "L'Wit?"