Chapter One

A/N: Hey guys, welcome to my first Gotg fanfic. Like hell yeah!

And why yes, I DO ship Roquill "Pocket" (And also JackedRocket though that's something for another time).

The fanfics, fanart and my stupid ass brain hooked me into it.I blame them :(

Anyway this is a Quill x Fem! Rocket cause I haven't seen ONE thing of it ever on either sites (Not on Tumblr, DA or here) but there's a thing for Fem! Starlord. Like dammit guys, am I alone here on this? qwq

Anyway onwards and forwards!

Chapter One

It was like Peter was struck by lightning as he jolted awake from his dreamless slumber, quickly taking notice that his helmet was gone and that his body was aching everywhere almost like he had been thrown by a strong force, to which he slightly remembered that he was. His legs and back throbbed, his head was ponding as if someone was continuously knocking on his skull and that his left shoulder was most likely dislocated.

He also took note that he was halfway slumped against the crater wall and the ground, painfully groaning as he heaved himself to sit upright, his bones crackled and popped, and to his horror he only found disaster. The heroes he fought beside were all laying lifeless on the ground. All of them were in pools of their own blood as some had their limbs or decapitated heads decorating the grass.

"N...o," he rasped as he began to struggle to stand on his feet. Dark ominous clouds overhead slowly started to form with high winds picking up as he passed by his fallen comrades. Time had seemingly stopped as his heart plummeted to the depths of his stomach when he caught a glimpse of his family.

They appeared dead as the others. Peter chanted to himself that it wasn't true and that they were fine as he stumbled towards them. They were near each other like they were huddled to protect and fend off anyone until their demise.

Peter choked out a sob as tears flowed down his cheeks.

Through his watery eyes, he saw that the green assassin was flat on her back with her Godslayer stuffed into an angle in her right side from under the rib through the left, by the looks of it, it likely pierced through her heart and lung, giving her a death that drowned her in her own blood, he turned his eyes to see that Drax wad lain across her legs on his stomach as bullet holes littered his frame with Mantis upper body near him, and then there was Rocket, laying curled up into a "C" as his entire body was singed to a crisp, his metal implants on his back sizzling and sparking with a pile of ashes in his arms.

"Nooo...," Peter mumbled as he fell to his knees with his hands latching onto his hair. "They're all gone...". He lost his mother as a kid, his real father was a complete asshole and died though he was pretty glad with that, Yondu died saving him and now this. The only thing on his mind was to get back at the titan. To Peter, Thanos was a damn coward.

His loud sobbing had ceased as he wiped his eyes furiously with the back of his scuffed hand. Shaking in the knees standing back up, Peter leaned forward with one hand as he closed their soulless eyes so they cab finally rest peacefully. Inhaling deeply through his nose, "I promise to you. I will, to the end of time, kill that giant purple bastard. You have my word," he said, placing his hand over his heart as he stared down at his family.

He was about to turn on his heel when a thunderous boom shook the earth below his feet causing him to collapse as a white light shown brightly above him. Shielding his eyes as the blinding light beam shot down upon him.

You would think it was beautiful or a sign or some shit but it burned like lava. It was as if his entire body felt like he was set on fire by the Sun itself, while his insides ft as if they were melting into a soup and his skin cooked and peeled away.

He screamed until the pain was too excruciating that it cause him to pass out.

Peter gasped as he shot up from the bed, covered in sweat. Apparently finding out that he was shirtless, only to be wearing a pair of grey shorts. Weird.

He quickly looked around himself. There was no blinding light no bodies of his friends and family, no blood anywhere and there was no more of that burning sensation. He noticed from the corner of his eye that there was a mixtape, one that was an exact replica of his beloved old one, it looked brand new and not broken into a million little pieces as it sat proudly on his counter top near the top of his bed. He thought, no, KNEW that his father had destroyed it a long while ago and had gotten the Zune from Kraglin.

This was getting weirder.

When it all came to his realization that this was his room on the Milano. Maybe the battle was all just a nightmare, a long nightmare that he never truly met his dad. Excitedly, he jumped to his feet and ran to the other rooms. One by one he opened the doors, only to find nothing: none of Gamora's stuff, Rocket's guns and bombs that were carelessly left on the floor, Groot's branches, or Drax's twin blades. He shouted for their names, even calling Rocket a raccoon to see if he could receive a reaction from the little douchebag. Yet tre was nothing.

It was like they were never here. Like everything had done a reset and was back to the way it was when he never met the rest of the Guardians. Maybe the light gave him a second chance to fix his shitty past. He sprinted back towards his room, minding not to stub his toe into his door frame and frantically went through all of his dresser drawers to put something on, finding a red shirt and a pair of blue jeans and slipped them on. Amongst the scuffle, a metallic orb thunked out of some clothes to the floor.

He paused as he saw it slowly roll to his feet, causing him to snarl in disgust. The Infinity Stone, the very thing that he had risked his neck for and what Thanos was after to wipe out life as he knew it. Only way to see his family once again, he picking up the forsaken orb.

"Setting course for Xandar," Peter sighed to himself.

Xandar*

It was exactly how he remembered it, the man from behind the glass counter as he shoved the orb into his hands, rushing to push him out of his shop at the mention of Ronan.

The door quickly snapped shut from behind him as Peter stared down at hands. Fucking stone.

It was only a matter of time before he meets Gamora.

"What happened?"

Speak of the devil. He turned his head to look over his shoulder to see her leaning up against the wall, eating what it looks to be a slice of apple. It was nice that she was no longer on her death bed but felt sadness aching at his heart. This was it, this was where he gets his dumb ass handed to him by the biggest douchebags in the universe.

But this time was going to be dealt different as without answering her, threw a kick in her direction as quickly dodged his incoming foot. He expected it as she slid into a fight stance, least that got her attention as he turned tail and made a mad dash to the center of town with the assassin hot on his heels.

He wasn't fast enough when she dove into his back, sending them both to the slabs of the marble flooring. Rolling to their backs, Gamora flipped onto him, sending a powerful punch to the gut, then the face and reached for her knife that was hooked to her thigh.

"This wasn't part of the plan," she said as she raised the knife above her head, ready to pierce it into his chest when a brown blur knocked into her. He smirked as he sat up, groaning a bit. Good ol' Rocket and his plans on getting him in the burlap bag. Finally getting to see them all together again.

As he rolled to his knees to get up, he heard Rocket screeching to Groot that he bagged the wrong one. Though this wasn't Rocket's normal voice he was used to, this sounded a tad higher and raspy around the edges when shouting and was unique.

He looked up to not what he expected at all. He couldn't believe his ears or most importantly his eyes, he was certain that his brain stopped working. Now he was absolutely sure that the universe hate him and that it was dicking with him at this point when he caught a full image at the Procyon: the same one who he had been fighting by, stealing with, being complete assholes to each other from day one, was female.

This was crazy and even he was more crazy to catch notice of two small breasts on the coon's chest, which in his mind that the scientists that made Rocket in this timeline were plain psycho. He also seem to notice on how the suit was slightly different than the Rocket he knew as it was instead of short pants, they were short to her thighs almost like a gymnastics wear.

He had to admit that the thighs were pretty adorable as the black hems seem to fit snuggly on them. Come to think of it she really did look pretty cute and her-- wait, wait, wait stop right there. No thinking anything beyond that Peter, that's your best friend and he's-- I mean she's WAY too short, and furry (though that never stopped him from going between the sheets with an Askavarian) and has sharp ass teeth that could rip you to shreds. Now's not the time to think with your other head, you damn hound.

Like come on.

It didn't stop him from whispering an, "Oh my fucking god" under his breath. As the raccoon maneuvered around Gamora's shoulders, she signaled Groot over to him until her fingers were mashed between Gamora's teeth. "Ow! Biting?! That's NOT fair!," she yowled before being thrown to the glass billboard below, landing to the ground with a thud.

It was then that Gamora tossed something at him, knocking orb from his hands and rolled off the bridge with her after it. Unlatching his weapon his hip, he wasted no time on jumping down on top of her before she ran towards the Infinity Stone. This must've conked her out since his steal toed boot got heron the side of the head, sending her an apologetic look as he grabbed the stone.

He then found himself being stuffed into a burlap sack. He forgot about Groot.

"Stop smiling ya d'ast idiot, you're supposed to be a professional," he heard Rocket say to the Flora Colossus.

Firing his weapon, he heard a screech and was dropped to the ground. He managed to slip out fron the sack and barreled down the walkway of bystanders that had being eyeing them as fast as his legs could carry him.

Rocket smirked as she grabbed the big ass gun that was hooked to her back, the gun clanked into firing position as she took aim, "I live for the simple things. Like how much this is gonna hurt."

He was almost home free until she pulled the trigger. Oh yeah, he forgot about this part as he fell to the ground face first, twitching as the megavolts ran its course through out his body.

Next stop, the Kyln.

I'm not the best at making fighting scenes if it were to save my life. Hope this is good for what it is lol

Thinking that this Rocket or Rockette (whatever you guys wanna go with) would have a mix between a young Wanda Jackson and around Lily Vobbegut OR Janeane Garofalo. I dunno, up to you but this what I kinda hear lol

Anyways, thanks for reading!