Ok, a bit of backstory to why it's been taking so long for me to update. The last few months have been really difficult, and been stressful to the point I've had to defer my masters for a while and deal with some stuff. So updates will be when I can, so apologies in advance and thanks to everyone for sticking with this series. It will be dark, but gets better further on…I promise xxx

All Fall Down

Chapter 1

When a new crew roster joined the Ravagers, it was for various reasons, of which no one asked until they volunteered the information, and few ever did.

Writusa however, joined from his backass world, full of chores and boredom because he wanted to become one of the greatest. To become one of the Ravagers he had heard off, and to win glory and respect.

It was a truth universally accepted that all newbies got the grunt work until they had proved they were ready, but no one bothered to pass on that message to Writusa. Who instead of given his own M-Ship was given a mop and bucket.

At the age of nineteen, the Darbien was a good head taller that so many of the myriad of crew, thinking it would make a difference…it didn't.

He watched the red coated crew heading off on their adventures, coming back with tales and never giving him a second look, hell he had barely seen their famous Captain Yondu Udonta since his duties often clashed with his boss and was often late to the mess hall.

Pushing his mop around the decks, which the crew ruined a few minutes later, wiping the glass which soon wore grubby fingerprints, it didn't take long for boredom to turn into rage, which had to settle onto someone.

In hindsight, he really should not have settled on Peter Quill, the small quiet boy who almost never spoke but seemed to have the ears and respect of every Ravagers, which he couldn't explain.

He had tried to ask one of the crew, Alezduren the Kree-Xandarain Hybrid, only to be told "It's complicated," which seemed to be the default answer for him.

Writusa saw the image of his Captain from the back, speaking to Peter quietly on the decks, or the moment he had stumbled into the mess to find some food, only to be told that the last piping hot plate of stew was "For Peter," as the first mate whisked it away.

Of course, he had seen the teenager, but he had no idea how old he was in the Mess Hall, normally sitting next to Alezduren, who was trying to engage him in conversation. Even though the teen never spoke much, as if merely forming words was a struggle.

Promoting Writusa to come to the conclusion he was just think in the head, but that didn't explain the respect the boy had, even though he never saw how much Peter had done to deserve it. The simple fact that Peter had a room all to himself, given the privacy that many more experienced Ravagers didn't have

Even though Pete was still off missions and still recovering, now back to almost full time, everyone had noticed how quite he really was, prompting Yondu to give the order as casually as possible to get him involved, make him remember his job, which seemed to work, since he was already building blasters as expertly had he once did before.

Earlier in that month, the boy had taken to Yondu a fresh bottle of the Zatoan, his famous home brewed beer, which the Captain accepted but seemed to hang around for a while as Yondu devoured the fresh brew and even though the boy had got it perfect, only gave Peter a curt nod and he walked away his face impassive but Kraglin could tell he looked disappointed.

Kraglin had tried to ignore the unbearable silence that had descended between Yondu and Peter since his Captain was determined to treat Peter like any member of the crew, casually forgetting that he was only fourteen years old, and didn't even look it anymore. He now resembled himself at ten, which made him seem more vulnerable, especially with his still growing under a bandana and seemed so pale, he was like a ghost.

But since his presence wasn't being ignored by Writusa who after coming across the boy alone walking through the decks, decided to make his point, in the only way he knew how.

Peter was walking back to his room, when the strong hand, grabbed him by the neck and pushed him into the bulkhead with a loud thud, which should have caused some pain, but Writusa did notice that Peter didn't even react from this assault, which somehow managed to piss him off further as he hissed into Peter's ear.

"Tell me you shit, what is it about you, that makes you so special?". The Darbien towered over the boy in a bid to intimidate, but in return just received a blank look from the boy's green eyes, as Peter whispered "nothing." If he had just begged, stammered or hopefully pissed his pants, that would have bene something. Instead, the boy just seemed indifferent, even with Writusa's hand pressing him deeper into the bulkhead.

"Bullshit, you're special…but why. Why does everyone give so much attention to a retarded little runt like you?"

"He doesn't…he doesn't give me anything". Peter's voice was nothing more than a whisper.

"Oh please, you're special…his bloody golden child. all the attention. It's like you're his bloody son."

Immediately Peter stiffened, which was all Writusa needed. "Oh that's it, you're his heir and son."

In the back of Peter's mind something was happening, something that no one could explain, as his eyes rolled back and he slumped forwards, causing Writusa to release his hold on him.

Peter hit the deck with a loud thud, which unbeknownst to Writusa immediately caught the attention of the Ravagers in the vicinity, and thinking it was a fight, which meant units and blood moved forward. Only to find Writusa standing back in shock and Peter Jason Quill convulsing on the floor.

At the sight of the boy, almost immediately the deck was filled with Ravagers at the sight of the boy deep in the throes of the seizure.

His limbs were jerking all around his body, as his head knocked against the deck, he seemed to be gritting his lips, but no sound was coming out of his mouth. All the Ravagers could do was stare at the sight of this, the teenage boy and this unnatural motion. While their eyes darted over to Peter and Writusa, until three familiar footsteps appeared on the deck and everyone parted for Yondu, Kraglin, and Alezduren.

"Ah shit," Kraglin exclaimed as Yondu just bent down, his long red coat dragging on the deck, and just waited for the boy to finish. Only those who knew Yondu would have noticed, but he was concerned, his red eyes narrowing slightly yet in front of the crew he just has to keep impassive.

It took a few minutes of Peter jerking; his teeth clenched until it finally begun to lessen and finally finished with Peter's head lolling to its side and he was finally quiet.

For Writusa, the realisation was suddenly dawning at how dangerous the quiet was while Yondu rose up to his fill height, which was still several inches shorter than the Darbien, but just as terrifying.

"What happened?". The red in Yondu's eyes was blazing causing every Ravager to unconsciously take a step back; they could have been silent, denied all knowledge. But this was Yondu, and the fact that someone had, after all, these years since the order went out that Peter wasn't to be touched or beaten until he was old enough to defend himself, hadn't been ignored.

After sacrificing his life, and then coming back from the dead, something they couldn't explain but netted them a small windfall, they had kept their distance, giving the boy time to recovery and giving his small moment or encouragement when it appeared he needed it. End of the day, he had been on the ship since he was eight, there would be lying if they said they held no affection for him…even if then never showed it. But right now, with Yondu glaring at them, they were all too willing to speak up.

"He had Peter up against the wall; he was saying some shit to him. Then Peter began to fit" stated Horuz with a glare at Writusa, as Yondu immediately advanced on the Darbien.

"Really, so you took it out on the boy. Why, are you too precious to clean?" Writusa wasn't sure if it was a question or not. But he received his answer, when the callused blue fist of the Captain slammed into his jaw, causing him to slam into the ground. If the Ravagers were expecting a fight, it was a short one as Yondu just glared.

"Writusa, right…your name is Writusa?".

The Darbien nodded while Yondu narrowed his eyes. "For the next month, you're doing the shit duties, cleaning, scrubbing and everything the rest of the crew demand you do. You're on basic rations…and I'll make sure that's all you get."

Writusa, just nodded, feeling his blood seep down his jaw, While Yondu continued. "Peter is not to be touched…Are We Clear?".

All Writusa could do was nod, thinking how much he had screwed up, as Yondu turned his attention to the still unconscious Peter lying on the deck. By this point, Kraglin and Alezduren were leaning over the boy, checking his pulse and vitals.

"Heartbeats a bit fast, but that's it." Confirmed Alezduren, as both Yondu and Kraglin shared a look, remembering when he had been struck with meningitis when he was eight and new on the ship.

"Ok fine," without waiting to summon a stretcher and with expert ease, Yondu bent down, and carefully picked Peter up, gently cradling him into his shoulder. Peter's head lolled slightly, but there was nothing to indicate he was aware of his treatment, but both Alezduren and Kraglin caught the fleeting look in Yondu's eyes it was familiar, but neither of them liked it.

"Kraglin, keep an eye on that asshole." He stated to his first mate, gesturing to Writusa still on the deck before he turned his attention to his Xandarian-Kree hybrid.

"Come with me."

With Alezduren following, Yondu just carried the teenager to the Med Bay, wondering what had just happened. Peter had been put through hell, but seizure, it had been years!

With that thought in mind, Yondu now in the room, where he had been patched up more than a few times in his life, laid him down as gently as he could on the main biobed. Immediately Peter's vitals leapt up on the screens, which he ignored. That was Alezduren's job, something the fully competent field medic understood.

Yondu just sighed to himself and took the opportunity to pull Peter's bandanna off his head, revealing a mass or spiky blonde hair, that he took a moment to run his hands through. Peter was too deep to notice any of this, as Yondu just signed.

He didn't need this shit; he didn't need Peter sick all over again. But what had happened?

All Yondu could do was lean back against an empty bed, and while keeping his eyes on the unconscious Peter, while the stabbing pain he felt in his chest suddenly appeared, which Yondu swiftly banished.

Sentiment could wait, right now he just wanted answers.

To be contained

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