Written by Tora
Chapter 3 Looking for mom
We reached the earth's atmosphere.
"Hold on to something!" I shouted out loud. "Or strap in!"
"How about both?!" Snapped Rocket, clawing at his armrests.
"Or both!" I laughed back.
"I am Groot!" Groot said in a deep voice.
Since Rocket replanted Groot, it didn't take long for him to grow. He was still in a pot, and reached about eight feet into the air.
Gamora strapped in and said, "Ugh, hitting the atmosphere is my least favourite part about landing!"
"You can lean on me, sweetheart," I said, winking at her.
Gamora glared at me and replied back, "I thought I told you to stop it with the names…?"
I shrugged. Fine. If she didn't want to be called beautiful or pretty or sweetheart or grasshopper, whatever. Most girls would be happy to be doted upon. But Gamora ain't most girls. She's my special babe! Notice how I said babe instead of baby? That means I'm not calling her the same thing as my ship. Now she'll feel special without being compared to my ship. Maybe she's jealous of me calling my ship baby and not her…
"Gamora!" I said, as we began to fall down to earth. I'm kinda ADD, I want to talk about what I was thinking.
"Is now the time?!" Gamroa retorted back.
"Are you jealous of me calling my ship baby? Would you rather I call you baby instead?"
Rocket roared with laughter and Gamora gave me a weird look. "You think I'm—jealous of your ship's title?!"
I nodded seriously. This was serious stuff. I couldn't have my babe jealous of my ship. I needed her to know that I loved her more than my ship. "Honey, I love you more than my ship, I just want you to know…"
I was expecting her to sigh out, "Oh, Peter!" I was kinda hoping for a, "Oh, Peter! I'm so glad you admitted that you loved me more than your ship! I was getting so worried! But now that you have admitted it, let's get married and spend ALL and eternity with each other! And we can kiss while the fireflies fly around and we can kiss while the sun explodes and turns into a smaller sun! And we can kiss for all and eternity! And we'll never be apart! And we can kiss until we die! And I will always love you, because you're my little Star Lord!"
"Oh, Peter," Gamora moaned. My heart did a little jump. She was going to say it! "Stop making a fool of yourself. You're making me look stupid in front of Drax and Rocket…"
I blinked.
Drax replied, "He's making himself look stupid in front of me and Rocket…."
My face turned red. "Shut up, Drax…" I muttered quietly, as my face turned even redder.
"Shut yourself up, Peter," Gamora joked, grinning at me.
Rocket laughed, "Gamora did I tell you the time when Peter was lifting weights in his room and he was—"
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" I suddenly shouted out loud.
"He was…?" Gamora asked curiously.
My face turned SO red, I was starting to sweat a little. "It's nothing! LALALALALALA!"
"He was talking to himself!" Rocket howled.
"I SAID SHUT UP!" I said.
"What did he say?" Gamora chuckled, giving me a sly look.
Rocket made his voice deep. "Hey, baby girl, like these muscles?" he flexed his muscle and continued. "So, Gamora, I was thinking, how 'bout we go to earth and have a traditional wedding? You know, you get cake and cool stuff like that."
"SHUT UP SHUT UP—"
"Or how 'bout we do a little dancing? I've got the perfect song, we could dance to the new song. Wanna know how I got this cut on my arm? I was saving a puppy. Think it was easy? It wasn't because it involved a cat—"
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" I screamed over Rocket. I banged my fist on the wheel.
"Put the brakes!" Drax shouted.
THANK YOU! Sheesh that was my private biz! It wasn't his to go blabbing about! OH MY GOSH! What a pain in the—
"PETER!" Gamora shouted. "BRAKES!"
We were how many feet till we hit earth?! I quickly pounded on the brakes. We landed on earth, just right. Not a little too soon, not a little too late. Okay, actually we touched down a little too late… ehheeheeh…
Gamora slammed into the back of my seat. "You okay, Gamora?" I asked hastily.
"Next time Drax says brakes, do the stupid brakes, you ninny!" Gamora shouted back angrily.
Good grief! Gamora, darling, dear, don't get so angry with your future hubby!
I quickly unstrapped. "Guys, umm… I'd like you not to follow me…"
Everyone blinked at me.
I smiled softly. "I'm going to find where my mother was buried and… I think I'd feel better if you guys weren't with me…"
Gamora finally was on my side. "Peter is right… we should stay behind… this is his home place and… his mother he's seeing…"
I gave Gamroa a bigger smile. "Thanks, Gamora."
Earlier in the day, I had made sure to change. I didn't need to be stared at like I was a total idiot. Peeps already thought my nickname sucked, they didn't need to think my outfit sucked as well. "Don't forget to turn on the invisibility!" I said as I left the room.
Colorado…
I had landed near the hospital. I hoped people didn't really… um… see our landing… hopefully it was just the sick people that saw us, and nobody is going to believe the sick peeps, they are probably hallucinating. Bwahaha, suckers. Ain't nobody got time to believe you!
I went to the hospital. I knew they had records. And I had my whole strategy planned out.
I opened the hospital doors.
The smell of medicine and sick people made me sick. I remembered my mom. Being sick… and never getting over that sickness…
A lump formed in my throat.
I walked up to the desk.
A woman with glasses looked up at me. "Hmm?" She said hastily.
"Um, I…" the lump didn't leave. Maybe I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was… "Files… I need to know about a person…"
She nodded slowly. "Yesss? And?"
"I-I… I'm looking for a person that died a long time ago… her name was… Meredith Quill… do you know where they might have buried her?"
The woman blinked. "When did she die?"
"1988," I replied. Oh I remembered the day. Very clearly…
The woman looked a little startled. "19… 1988? Umm… there are two funeral homes around here, let me give you the names…" she searched for a piece of spare paper. She knocked over a cup full of pens. Grabbing one, the lady began to scribble words down on the paper.
"Rest Land is about twenty miles from here, and Cornwall Funeral Home is four miles from here," She said, still scribbling down words.
"Haha," I said trying to crack a joke. "You guys must lose a lot of people for them to build a funeral home so close!"
The woman glanced up reproachfully and handed me the paper coldly. "Good luck finding Meredith," She said in a snippy way.
I swallowed hard. Joke: epic fail.
I hastily walked out of the hospital.
I guess I'd try the one closest to the hospital. On my way I'd try and buy some flowers.
I gazed around Colorado. It was just as pretty as I remembered it to be. But looking at the huge mountains, the tops covered with snow, only made me sad. The air was cool and crisp, but once again, it made me sad. "Mom," I choked out. "I'm coming for you…"
I found a small shop about two miles in. I was exhausted. I don't really like walking a lot. Not when you've got a spaceship…
The shop was a flower shop, funnily enough, but I had no desire to crack a choke about how they had flowers so close to a funeral home.
I walked in and was greeted by the smell of dozens and hundreds of flowers. All kinds. They were pretty. I liked them a lot. I don't know why, but I did.
I found the kind of flowers my mom liked best. Periwinkles. I grabbed a handful and went up to the lady at the desk.
The lady had a flowery shirt and a couple flowers in her hair. She was young and pretty. I probably would have tried to flirt with her, if it wasn't the fact that I was in an emo mood.
"Here, I'd like these…" I said quietly. I handed her the periwinkles.
"That'd be six dollars," She said looking at the periwinkles carefully, checking for bad spots or bugs.
I dug my hand into my pocket. Oh crap…
I dug my hand into the other pocket. Oh crap…
I dug my hand into my back pocket. Oh crap…
I dug my hand into the other back pocket. Oh crap…
"Umm," I started slowly. "On second thought, I don't have my earth money with me… I can't buy it…"
The woman looked a little startled. "Earth money?"
My face turned red in embarrassment. "Sorry, but I won't be able to pay for it…"
I began to walk away from the startled girl. Hmm… I could steal some flowers…
But I didn't. Mom wouldn't have wanted me to.
I exited the store.
I opened the door to the funeral home.
Mom had better be buried here, or I swear I give up.
I was super tired and my legs felt like jelly. I was dripping sweat, despite the cool and dry air.
The funeral home stank of perfume. I hated the smell of the funeral home. It stank so badly of perfume and death.
The woman was in a business suit. "How can I help you today?" She said in a quiet voice.
I finally found my words. "I'm… I want to know if… Meredith Quill was buried here…"
The woman asked, "When did she pass away?"
I swallowed hard. "1988…"
"Lemme look at some other records," She said standing up. "I'll be right back…"
She left the desk into a backroom.
A family just came out of a room, sobbing and blowing into tissues.
I watched them parade out of the funeral house.
I blinked back tears of my own. Mom… oh mom…
The room was cold and quiet, I hated ever second I was here. It smelled of death, it was as cold as death, and as quiet as death.
The woman came back. To my surprise, I was happy she was back. It meant that there was life in this room, even though I felt dead.
"Meredith Quill is buried here, you'll find her resting at the far west of the cemetery. Here's a map," the woman said kindly to me, as she handed me a map.
I went to the cemetery without saying thank you.
I had picked some flowers, sadly they still had the roots to them. I wish I had asked Groot for some flowers…
The cemetery wasn't very far, and I began making my way through the land of the dead.
The grave stones pierced the green grass.
I walked and walked and walked.
I searched for her. And searched. And searched.
Then I found it.
My mother's gravestone. Under a dogwood tree.
I fell on my knees and pressed my head to the stone.
"Mom," I said sobbing.
Tears were running down my face, I couldn't control them.
"I'm sorry…" I sobbed louder. "I'm sorry it took me so long to get here…"
A/N: Sorry I'm posting too much! I hope I'm not posting too much! I couldn't resist posting another chapter! I'm kinda a fast writer.
So I'd like to make it clear, that this story isn't action, it's funny, but sad. Nothing super happens, no aliens, no fights, just sad and funny things. So you can quit reading if you were searching for action and a good story!
Also, sorry for the typos, I don't feel like correcting them tonight, I'm lazy that way...
Thanks for reading this far! (The story is still going!)
