Hi all, I really had some troubles writing this chapter, fanfic fairies having abandoned me at the moment, but here it is. xx

Wash your Sins Away Chapter 2

The Sighs that Yondu Cares Series

After a few more days, Peter was now well enough to be discharged from the Centre, he was sitting up, off medication but eating food. All bland and tasteless but full of nutrients. However, he still looked withdrawn and pale, not speaking much and nobody wanted to force words out of him.

Healer Raziel had provided him with creams for his scars, but Peter staring down at his arms wasn't in the mood to fix them. They were a reminder, a reminder of how he had screwed up.

It was hard to speak to Yondu about it, and he knew that his Captain was struggling making Peter feel even worse. Still, he wasn't surprised when Yondu came in one morning and briskly instructed Peter to get dressed.

Peter just stared at the new pile of clothes he knew Yondu had brought for him aware that they were slightly too big for him, but obeyed, it was strange to be wearing something so new, and they felt raw on his skin, as he covered up the marks on his body. But he couldn't let anyone see them.

Outside the room, he could see the Healer and Yondu having a conversation about something, but even though he could read lips, he couldn't understand theirs. But thought he could make out the words "Everything's arranged", but he didn't know what that meant.

A few comments later the Healer came back into the room with Yondu. "Alezduren and Kraglin are going to meet you at the door, but Peter, we're concerned that being outside might upset you, and make you sick. So we want to sedate you, for your journey. Will that be okay?".

Peter being used to sedation and medication over the last week just nodded, reconciling with the fact he would have to leave and go back to the Elector, and the thought made his head hurt.

"Yeah, I'd like that". Peter just whispered to the thin air, while he leaned forward, and gripped the edge of the bed with his hands.

Peter just looked in the distance, as the medication was being prepped, but then drew his gaze back to Raziel. "I'm scared" he finally confessed, "I don't know how to talk to him about it" to which the Healer just smiled gently, "Peter's he's going to try, but you just have to trust him".

Internally Raziel knew she had missed her opportunity to get Peter away from Yondu, but on Knowhere, in the head of one of the kids damn relations was not safe for him, and everyone but Peter knew that.

"Is Alezduren really your nephew?" Peter asked for the umpteenth time, still trying to understand the family connection between the two. "My sister's son" Raziel confirmed, while Peter's mind was now sedated and his words hazy. "Then he's lucky" Peter could only say, not bothering to fight the encroaching sleep

"I never saw Knowhere" Peter mummed, slipping into the blissful state of unconsciousness.

"You're not missing much, it's a real shit hole", Yondu stated, whole the teenager relaxed, and slipped back, but not before whispering a soft "Thank you" to the Healer who just pressed her lips together.

With expert skill Yondu arranged Pete in his arms, his head resting across his shoulder, noticing once more how light the teenager felt in his arms.

All Yondu could do was clear his throat, while the Healer just glared at him, "So what's the bill for all this?", not that Yondu couldn't afford it, but had been the one thing they haven't discussed, even though it would be expensive.

To which the Healer just looked at the Captain of the Ravagers, with an unfeeling glare in her eyes. "It's nothing, just get him out of here and get him better, I've instructed you on what to do, so just sort your shit out Yondu," Raziel said bristly, her tone made clear that the conversation was over, and just walked away. Any words she had, it wasn't the time and never would be, and both of them knew that.

Stepping through the door and into the organised chaos of Knowhere, Peter squirmed from the sudden onslaught of smells and noises on his already dulled sense, while Alezduren and Kraglin who had been leaning against the building stepped fords and immediately flanked their Captain and sick crewman.

Walking through Knowhere, with Alezduren and Kraglin, walking ahead to endure no one steeped in front of Yondu, the sour looks on their faced a warning for no one to even try. Until there was Yondu's M-Ship at the edge of town looking just as he had left it.

Peter didn't even murmur as they walked in Yondu and went into the Captain's chair followed by the other two Ravagers. No one said anything, and Yondu became aware of the sack of clothes and food they had all prepared in advance for this.

"Right let's get out of this shithole," Yondu remarked while Peter jerked suddenly causing him to look down as he took off and left Knowhere and behind. No one talked much during the few hours they were traversing Space. Yondu knew Kraglin and Alezduren had sorted it out and had come to an understanding. But he really didn't give shits about it, as long as they didn't try to kill each other then it was all good.

In his arms, Peter stirred occasionally, and Yondu managed to resist the urge to brush through the teen's hair and then hated himself for doing so. He hasn't checked his messages but knew a summons from Starker would be coming.

Eventually, the planet appeared sight, and Alezduren took over the navigation array, bringing it into land, and every just took a break while Peter still in half sleep was jostled by his Captain.

"Peter, come on Quill wake up."

Peter's sleep was dreamless, but his head pulled back as the sunlight poured into the cockpit and Peter just took a breast at the sight before him.

In front of him, he could see the vast purple waves crashing over golden sands. For a boy who had spent so many years in space, he was confused. "Is this real?" he breathed to Yondu, who said nothing as Peter shakily got to his feet, and wordlessly made his way for the door which Alezduren threw open with a switch.

All three of them just sat for a moment and watched Peter making his way to the shore, and Yondu gave himself a moment of smug satisfaction, yeah this would make the teen happy. While Kraglin and Alezduren, grabbed the stuff and made their way to the large cabin, they had acquired for as long as they wanted.

This beach was private; in fact, the whole Island was. Belonging to a Darbien rich bastard, who hardly ever used it, it had been easy for Alezduren to hack into the systems, change the force field so it would never register their presence. The Darbien some Warlord or something hadn't used it in years, so probably didn't care about it anyway.

Entering the cabin, Alezduren and Kraglin, immediately set out to make it presentable with the food and supplied they had brought, while Yondu just stood on the porch overlooking the sea and observed the boy but accepted a beer from Alezduren who had kept them chilled.

He could have cleaned, as he glanced and saw Kraglin wiping down sides fill of dust hastily, but sod that Yondu was Captain, and like hell was he going to be doing domestic shit.

Instead, he just stared at the horizon and watched the teenager. Peter was just staring at the sea openly drinking in the image and tore off his top leaving it discarded on the sand, the sun's rays bearing down on his pale skin. Which causing his scarred arms to stand out, but Peter didn't notice, as he kicked off his shoes, rolled his trousers up and took his first tentative steps into the ocean.

Peter gasped as the cold water washed over his ankles, and he dug his toes into the sand enjoying the sensation, and just drank in the feeling of everything he had wanted and been denied to him for so long. He was on a Beach for the first time in years, just like he had wished, Yondu had taken him to the beach just like he promised.

So Yondu cared about him? But then the same niggling doubt entered his mind, which he hated, but he just couldn't help it and almost reached up to scratch his neck even though he didn't need to do that anymore.

Yondu had done this, Yondu had done all this for him…but why? The same niggling doubt which had plagued Peter for so long rose its ugly head, and he knew his depression was the cause of it.

Turning his head, Peter could see Yondu standing on the porch drinking beer and looking right at him, but once again Peter's body felt twisted. He had spent so long feeling pushed out of Yondu's life, and now all of this.

"We've set up the main bedroom for you, Alezduren and I are going on the second, and the bedroom at the front is for Peter, so he can see the ocean". Kraglin finished coming out to join his Captain, while the sound of Alezduren trying to cook on a stove which hadn't been used in years filled the air.

Kraglin was drinking a bottle of beer, and just stood next to his Captain, but only exhaled.

"Do you think this is going to work?" Kraglin asked Yondu, who was just silent for a moment. "No… don't have any fucking options anymore do I?" was all he could say. What the hell was Yondu expecting, that he would bring Peter to the beach and that was it, no? This wasn't over by a long shot, and everyone knew that.

To be continued

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