The title refers to the Three Dog Night Song, otherwise known as Jeremiah was a bullfrog (bum dum dum.) If you still dont know what song I'm talking about we might have a serious problem.

I recently got engaged to Guardians of the Galaxy, and this is my wedding proposal disguised as a fanfiction.

Enjoy, and review please :)

It is a common misconception that space is always exciting. For every planet that explodes, for every star born, there are countless miles of nothing. The ability to travel at light speed makes journeys across the the emptier parts of the galaxy possible, but not fun, so every spaceship is furnished with stuff to help alleviate the boredom. Kree spaceship often have sleeping pods that are called lucid cryogenic chambers by the Kree and nap pods by everyone else in the galaxy. Xandarians favor digitalized books. Real books were banned from all official Xandarian military vessels. One too many incidents with heavy books falling off shelves and hitting important people.

Quill kept a deck of old cards on the Milano. Other than these, there was nothing much to do. There are some ships that can make three month journeys across space but the crew of the Milano tried to make short trips, because if they stayed cooped up together in one place for too long, there would surely be a murder.

The longest time they ever spent in empty space was eight days. They were after a bounty, a man who'd murdered seventeen people over drugs or something. He was rumored to be hiding in sector 3191 so they refueled at a small moon and set off.

Rocket tried to keep himself sane by tending to the sapling Groot. Quill would tease him, calling him a gardener, to which Rocket would reply that you couldn't be a gardener with only one plant. He made a makeshift watering can by poking a few holes in a can with Drax's knife. Watering and talking to Groot kept him happy for a day, but by day two, Rocket started asking the computer if it's possible to overwater a sentient plant thing. This got him nowhere since he didn't know exactly what species Groot was. By day three, Rocket was snarling at anyone who talked to him. The rest of the crew's moods were no better.

On day four, the artificial gravity broke. It happened when they were all asleep. In space, there is no day and night, so bed time was usually the time Quill finally stopped playing his music. On that particular day (or night, whatever it was,) Quill was shaken out of dreamland early.

"What is it?" He muttered sleepily. Quill blinked his eyes open and saw Gamora's upside-down face staring angrily at him. Then he noticed he was floating. "What's happening?" He asked, now very much awake.

"The gravity's broke." Rocket said from across the room. "Where's Groot?"

"Probably floating around somewhere." Quill flailed around a bit before he was able to orient himself. "Why are you all staring at me?"

"It's your ship, what are we supposed to do about this?" Gamora said.

"Well, she's a bit different now since the Xandarians rebuilt her. I've slept in Zero grav before, it's not too bad. It's kind of cool actually. Hopefully the gravity will turn back on again by itself."

"Don't just say that!" Gamora said. "Do something!"

"Ok, ok. There's no need to yell at me." Quill grabbed a nearby bar and pulled himself toward the lower part of the ship.

Gamora crossed her arms. "I can't believe him. Rocket, go with him. Make sure he doesn't ruin everything. Drax, what are you doing?"

On his way to the engine room, Rocket floated passed Drax, who was sitting with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

"What are you doing?" Gamora asked again.

"This is an ancient practice of meditation among my people. " He sighed. "I was never proficient at it."

"Then why are you doing it now?"

Drax closed his eyes harder. "Maybe if I do this long enough all of your annoying voices will fade away into the distance, like the buzzing of insects being squashed by a boot."

Gamora made an exasperated sound and pushed off toward the flight deck.

"Is anything happening?" Quill shouted from the engine.

Drax opened his eyes again. "No."

"What about now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No. We are still floating. If the gravity turns back on, I'm sure you will notice, Quill."

After a few minutes, Quill and Rocket floated back into the sleeping area. "I think we hit a meteor or something." Quill said. "It's probably broken on the outside. So I'll have to check it out later."

"I will go." Drax said.

"You don't know the first thing about spaceships."

"Don't be so sure, Terran."

"Oh yeah? Where would you look for damage?"

"I would look at the ship."

"I am Groot." Squeaked a voice from above.

"Groot?" Rocket said, looking up. "There you are." Groot was suspended a few inches below the ceiling merrily waving his limbs about.

"Hey, those are his first words."

"Yeah. Guess that means he's getting stronger."

The gravity turned back on. Quill landed hard on top of a tool box. Rocket leapt to the right in order to catch Groot. "Shit, that was close." Rocket muttered.

"Nice catch."

Gamora's head popped into the room. "Did you fix it?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Well, it's fixed." Quill said. "Let's sleep."

"But it could go off again at any moment," Rocket said. "and then it could come back on when we're sleeping and Groot could fall."

"We have the gravity back now." Gamora leapt down from the flight deck like a cat. "So it'll be easier to fix."

"But we don't need to."

"Do you just not want to go outside?"

"No. … Yes."

"I will go." Drax said.

"You don't know anything about spaceships Drax shut up."

"Rocket can go." Gamora said.

"Quill should go since it's his ship." Rocket said, brushing off Groot's clay pot. "I could miss something."

"Fuck." Quill dragged his hands against his face. "It's so cold out there."

"Why don't you have any coats in this ship?" Gamora said. She was yelling now.

"Cause- uh, I mean-"

"It's your own damn fault your gonna be cold. Get your ass out there."

"Can I at least get some sleep first?" Quill asked. "I'm really tired. We only got like, uh," He looked at the computer's clock. "3 hours of sleep?"

"4."

"Whatever. I think we should all get some shuteye, then I promise I'll go see what the problem is."

Rocket growled at him. "I'm going to punch you in the face."

Quill didn't even have the energy to be alarmed. "Look, if I go out there now, while I'm tired, I'm more likely to make a mistake and die. Sleep deprivation kills. Back me up here Drax." Quill looked up at Drax. He was snoring. "Well then, I guess that settles it." Quill clapped his hands together. "Sleep first, then fix the ship." He stumbled over to the bunk and was asleep before Rocket or Gamora could stop him.

"Damn him." Rocket muttered.

Quill woke up 2 hours later when he collided midair with Drax. "Gah! Shit, it's off again." Quill looked aggrievedly at Drax, who was snoring.

"Yup." Gamora said. "It's off."

Quill rubbed his eyes and floated toward a pile of boxes. Rocket was next to it, cradling Groot like the little tree was his newborn child. He had deep shadows under his eyes. "You okay there Rocket?"

"Talk to me again and I'll rip your arms off and beat you with them."

Quill decided it would be better to leave Rocket alone. He took a energy bar out of one of the boxes and floated toward Gamora. "What's wrong with him?"

"He didn't sleep. He wanted to make sure Groot wouldn't fall to his doom."

"Did you sleep?"

"Yes."

Quill looked at her sideways. "How long has it been since you've eaten?"

"You're avoiding the problem Quill, you need to go outside and figure out what's wrong with the ship."

"But baby it's cold outside." Quill sang.

Gamora stared at him.

"It's a christmas song. Uh, a winter festival song. You know what, forget it. It's a good song."

"I don't care about the song Quill, fix the gravity!"

"It is fixed."

Gamora glared at him. "Does this look fixed? Give me your helmet."

"What, why?"

"If you aren't going to go outside, then I will." Gamora made a grab for Quill's earpiece. He pushed off a chair and ran into a wall avoiding her.

"Calm down." Quill said, shielding his ear from further attack.

"If you don't give me that helmet I will cut off your ear and take it from your lifeless corpse!" Gamora screamed.

"I'm going outside." Quill shouted back.

"Silence!" Drax said. "I'm trying to sleep."

"I don't have to listen to you." Gamora snarled, turning on Drax.

Suddenly, outside didn't seem so unpleasant to Quill. He activated his helmet and hurried to the airlock.

Quill returned 15 minutes or so later. "Ok." He said as the airlock opened. "I've got good news and bad news."

"Yes." Drax said. "Tell us."

The gravity was back on again and Valerye was playing softly in the background. "The good news is that the damage isn't permanent," Quill said. "we can take shifts watching Groot so everyone can get some sleep and it shouldn't be dangerous for any of us. Hell, we could always just strap ourselves to the beds to sleep."

"And the bad news?" Gamora asked. She seemed to be in a better mood. Quill noticed several energy bar wrappers strewn on the ground.

"The bad news is that I can't fix it right now."

"Oh, poor baby, is it too cold for you?" Gamora said in a mocking tone.

"I don't have the parts we need to fix it." Quill said. "The artificial gravity core thing got damaged."

"Don't you have a spare?"

"Hell no, those things are expensive. Sorry, we'll just have to put up with touchy gravity till we get to the planet, which is only 4 days."

"I would rather jump out of the airlock and suffocate than be in this damn spaceship for another 4 days." Rocket said.

"We will be dead in 4 days." Drax said.

"I am Groot." Groot squeaked.

"See, Groot thinks we're gonna be ok."

"That's not what he said Quill." Rocket said. "He said he doesn't like the water on this ship, and he has some pretty low standards."

Drax crossed his arms. "Living things were not made to exist like this."