Be my Star Lord

This is a Pocket (Rocket x Peter) fanfic. Dont like, Dont read its that simple

Chapter one

Peter Quill was sat at the circular table which he recently fitted inside the Milano. He had gotten tired of sitting on crates, they were uncomfortable and always made his back ache. Infront of him was a bowl of cerial which he was eating from. Also sat around the table were his partners in crime turned best friends Drax, Gamora and Rocket the three of which were also eating cerial. Groot had grown since the events on Xander but he still needed to be kept in a pot which was also placed on the table beside Rocket. Gamora had finally gotten sick of the silence which they all sat in and cleared her throat to get everyones attention.

"Did the units for our last contract come through without inccident" she questioned to no one in general.

Peter looked up from his half empty bowl and nodded his head as he swallowed the cerial he had in his mouth. Gamora raked her brain trying to come up with an excuse to get everyone talking.

"So Peter do you ever miss Earth" she asked resting her hands on the table. This seemed to get everyones attention as they all looked toward Peter even Groot showed intrest.

He set down his spoon in the bowl and looked at Gamora when a sudden pang of nervousnes washed over him. Peter was never comfortable when more than two people stared at him, it made him want to run away and hide and even now that he had grown up he still got the feeling. But He pushed these feelings aside and sat back in his chair looking ant the celing.

"Well yes every day infact, I have a lot of memories some good and some not" he silently said. A small tint of sadness washed over him as he remembered the passing of his mother.

Gamora wondered if the question was a bad idea but as quick as a flash his lips streached into a grin and his face instantly lightend up.

"I remember this one time when me and my friend went trick or treating one Halloween and I told him that my neighbour was a witch, he never ran as fast in his life when i opened her front gate" he said with a giggle. Drax and Gamora looked at him like he just spat in their cerial.

"Halloween" Gamora questioned with a quizzical look.

"Oh yeah I forgot" apologised Peter. He had forgotten they had no idea what it was.

"Well its a day when every child dresses up as monsters and go to peoples houses asking for candy its an old tradition" he explained.

"I am Groot" spoke a quiet little voice from Groots pot.

"He wants to know if there are any other traditions on Earth" said Rocket translating for Groot. Peter gave Rocket a look as to say 'why does he want to know' Rocket just shruggs his shoulders.

"Well no there are several like Christmas, Easter, Thanks giving, Independance day and Valentines day" Peter said.

"Whos Valentine" asked Gamora rasing her eyebrow.

Peter innocently began his explanation but little did he know a certian genetically modified Raccoon hadnt heard a word he said and was staring dreamily at Peter. Rocket has had this weird feeling in his chest since the day Groot way obliterated in the crash.

- FLASHBACK-

He was lost. He had no idea what he would do without him. The first person to make an attempt to comfort him was Drax but it only made him feel like some dog being petted by its owner. But when Peter sympothised with him it was different. Peter had lost his mother and Rocket found that out along with a pile of other usless information as they spoke over a few beers. And that was when the feeling started. Rocket inevitably got closer to Peter after that day. It wasnt like Rocket to behave like this around anyone even Groot and Peter was slightly concerned but he felt that it would make a nice change from him swearing at anything that moved. Rocket was so confused about the feling in his chest.

The change of attitude towards his fellow guardians was his own choice as he knew they were his only friends and he didnt want to lose any of them even if they were assholes at times. Rocket tried everything to make the feeling go away but nothing worked. His mind told him to never ask anyone for help cause they would think he was weak but he finally gave in as he was desperate to get rid of the feeling. Rocket got up from his bed and made his way to Peters room. He got to the door and was about to open it but the sound of snooring shot into his ears.

He decided to instead to see if Gamora was awake. Turning he made his way to her room. Placing an ear to her door he heard the sound of a blade being sharpened and concluded she was awake. When the door slid open Gamora turned to face Rocket.

"Gamora can I speak to you about something" Rocket asked scratching the back of his neck.

"Sure come on in" she replied placing her blade on the bed. Rocket stepped in and the door shut behind him.

Sorry guys if this chapter was too short hopefully my next chapter will be longer. Please comment fairly and no hate comments. Haters will be decapitated by Drax *Drax readies his daggers*