Hi all sorry for the delay, still trying to find the right balance with this chapter, and I had to cut it for the word leangth. but here we go

Chapter 3

Yondu cleared his throat and as Peter studied the image of the pretty woman holding a baby, baby him Peter recognised as Yondu begun to tell Peter the story of how he had got there.

"Six years ago, we were contacted to do a retrieval mission in a solar system very far away. There is only one planet with people living on it, a planet called Terra, well Earth". Yondu took out a holo image and immediately a 3D Display of Earth came into view, moving ion its axis as Peter just stared at the image and the Picture. "Earth", the boy whispered as Yondu continued.

"There pre- interstellar space flight and no one's never really bothered with them. We were told we had to pick up a boy and take him to a rendezvous point because his mother was dying. When we got there, Meredith had just died. She was alone in a field and you were in her arms, and so was a bag with some letters and your Walkman."

So that's where it had come from, Peter wondered since he knew it was rare but had never thought of where it had come from, or why he loved the music so much. "It was the music she loved, and she left it for you" Kraglin successfully read the boy's face.

"Merry Death", the boy said, studying the image intently trying to see the resemblance of the woman in the pictures in his own face, as neither Yondu nor Kraglin corrected the boy's pronunciation, as he the Captain continued. "We have no idea why you were wanted, but as soon as we picked you up…Well, it took a few weeks, but we decided to keep you instead. To raise you as our own son".

Peter digested the information carefully, before tearing his eyes from the image and looking up at Yondu, "Why was I wanted?" he asked.

"We don't know" Kraglin lied, "But you were meant to be handed to the Gramosians and after that we don't know. But well we fell in love with you, the whole ship did. So we decided to keep you, but we knew that someone out there wanted you for a reason, so we decided to pass you off as my son…and Yondu adopted you as his heir and son". Peter knew the implications of the name and looked up at Kraglin. "So what is my name then?

"Your name is Peter Jason Quill". Kraglin informed the boy, whose lips moved as he tried out the name "Quill". It was a strange name, foreign and alien…he didn't like it.

"So who wanted me?" he asked as Kraglin signed.

We still don't know as your species are a mystery so we knew that we had to pretend that you were Xandarian, to keep you safe…And pretend that you were my biological son". Kraglin finished as they all sat in silence whilst Peter just studied the picture of his mother, and they tried to read his emotions, as still clutching the picture Peter got to his feet and made his way to the door, which opened immediately. Neither of them could envision his reaction, but they never once imagined him turning to them and declaring in a tone neither of them had ever heard "You bastards".

Hearing the sounds of his son's footsteps on the deck, Kraglin had nothing to say whilst Yondu just run his hands over his face and begun to wish for a drink "Well that went well". Was his sarcastic comment, as they decided to give theirs, and he was their son no matter what anyone said a few minutes.

In the mess hall at that time of the morning, there were only two voices that filled the air, as the younger Xandarian was trying to read the sentence, out loud and not piss himself laughing.

"I pull him deeper into my throat so I can feel him at the back of my neck and then to the lips again. My tongue swirls around the end. He's my very own filthy -flavoured ice lolly. I suck harder and harder … Hmm … My central spirit is dancing…"

"Oh, come on, I know I have to read to you, but how can you like this bullshit". Proctom almost threw the padd down with mock disgust.

"Look, sonny. I taught you to read, this is what you have to read". Iztel claimed as he stirred the pot containing the latest lunch, something he could do in his slept, even if his eyes were still rapidly fading, so he was denied the simple pleasure of reading, which is where the young Proctom came in. For one hour a day, his job was to read to the cook, and neither of them would ever confess how much they enjoyed this hour.

Proctom was just clearing his throat, wondering what the "Central Sprit", was going to do next as Peter run into the room, looking slightly out of breath, and Iztel knowing the boy from his footsteps didn't look up

"Peter, you weren't at breakfast…do you want something".

The tension in Peter's body, suddenly followed him into the room as he looked to be trying to catch his breath, as Proctom placed down the Pad whilst Iztel turned to him. "Is everything ok?" He asked the boy, who wordlessly held out his hand, still clutching the picture of Meredith Quill and himself as a baby, and all Proctom could say was "Oh I see".

"What is it?" Asked Iztel who had placed the ladle down.

"It's a picture of his mother, the Captain must have told him". Said Proctom quickly as Peter, his breath having caught up with him just blinked.

"You knew". He asked the pair, who could only just stare in confirmation. "You knew I wasn't theirs…and you never told me".

"Well, we couldn't tell you". Replied Iztel. "We were ordered not too". His face was full of concern since this was the last thing he had thought would happen that morning.

"So you lied to me too, does everyone know…did everyone lie to me too". Peter's little face grew red with anger as Proctom just nodded. "Yes".

Peter had gone to the mess hall seeking something, instead his feet begun to pick up as he turned from the Xandarians, Peter's no they weren't like him, he wasn't Xandarian anymore...he wasn't anything.

Peter knew he couldn't go back to his quarters, they could still be there, oh god he had called his parents "they" and he felt his chest tighten, until he found himself entering the Hanger bay, his mind not really taking in where he was going, until he found himself entering an M-Ship, locking the door behind him he sat down in the Captain's chair and only then did he realise exactly where he was.

He was in an old M-Ship; it had been battered years before but never stripped. Dad, Yondu taught him maintenance on it, he remembered dad telling him that he was "So clever he would take off in real space if he were working on a real ship before he could blink". Then the smile on his face faded, Yondu wasn't his dad, Kraglin wasn't his daddy…he was nothing. Peter tried to stop the tears, falling, but they wouldn't. He wasn't theirs then who was he? Still holding the picture Peter curled in on himself, into a little ball of…Terran, he was a Terran…what the hell was a Terran? He wished he had his Pad with him so he could look it up. Dad had the information…could he ask?

Peter, was so wrapped up in his thoughts, that his didn't realize the ruckus he had caused from the moment he had stepped into the hanger from the crews confused faces who had immediately summoned Yondu and Kraglin, who was now standing in the bay, at the entrance of the M-Ship door, and was opening his own communication line direct to the ship.

"Peter, open the door". The voice of Yondu came over the channel causing Peter to look up and just stare at the communication for a minute. "Peter I said open the door".

In the end Peter knowing he had to say something, even if it was to tell Yondu to be quiet opened the channel.

"No, you lied to me".

Since most rest of the crew now knew what was going on, since secrecy amongst the Ravagers was almost impossible to keep and a larger crowd had gathered, and all eyes were on Yondu and Kraglin, who was currently running a hand over his face, "I know we lied to you…but you must know that we had our reasons".

"Reasons…I'm not Xandarian, I'm from a planet somewhere out in the galaxy of stupid, and my mother was called Meredith…oh and I'm not you're…"

The entire crew of Ravagers, subconsciously or not leaned forward as something small died within Yondu. He knew the next sentence and what it should be, and was grateful that the boy's voice drifted off before he could finish as he heard Peter take a shaky breath, "I just don't want to talk to you right now…can you all leave me alone…please?"

Yondu exhaled, before turning back to the Ravagers, and inflicting his Captains tone of voice, which couldn't help cause Peter to smile. "Everyone get back to work…And stay away from this M-Ship. Am I clear?"

There were murmurs of the crew as they all obeyed their Captain, all wondering how this moment of drama would unfold, but an order was an order and both Yondu and Kraglin didn't look in the mood for a comment as everyone went back to work, as Peter watched as he then heard his Kraglin's voice over the communicator.

"Peter, we're going to the bridge. But we need to talk later…but we're going to leave you alone".

"For now". Yondu finished in a harsh tone causing Kraglin to throw him a look, as the pair finally turned and left the hanger bay, Peter noticing how they were exchanging looks, but neither of them looking back.

Peter wanted to leave the M-Ship, and run to them, but couldn't leave his seat as he leaned back and just sighed.

"Peter Jason Quill". It sounded so dumb to him, and no matter how many times he said it out loud he couldn't get past that that was his real name.

"Peter Jason Quill from Terra, no Earth…Dad called it Earth". Peter just stared at the picture seeing some resemblance of himself in the woman, they had the same hair colour and daddy said she was sick and dying. What did she die of?

Perhaps he could ask them, Kraglin mentioned letters, she had written him letters and then he remembered he was mad at them. Peter's thoughts were a myriad of questions but he knew there were no answers, as he looked up to see Iztel had left the Mess and was with the Hanger Crew in deep discussion, as after a few minutes Proctom left the group and walked over very hesitant in his footsteps as he came over to the communication panel.

"Peter, I know I shouldn't talk to you. But well they choose me". He said quickly maybe thinking that if Kraglin or Yondu knew about this, it could end in his total demise which was still a possibility, as he took a breath and continued. "Look I know your upset, and you have every right to be…but they love you. Isn't that enough?" Proctom looked so unfamiliar with what he was saying that Peter even being only seven felt like he had to put him out of his misery. "That doesn't make it right". He said quickly as he opened the channel, before closing it again.

"I get that, we get that. But we all want you to know this". Proctom took a deep breath. "Peter I was here when you arrived, just a screaming tiny baby, and no one knew what to do with you. Not even Yondu or Kraglin, you spent most of it in the mess hall with Iztel in a box. But everyone wanted to see you and play with you so we used to sneak away and buy you stuff to play with". Peter say the tortured look in Proctom's eyes as the Xandarian carried on. "When we were in deep space, we had nothing else to do so everyone got attached to you…but then I did something stupid". Peter leaned forwards, not liking the look on the Xandarians face.

"You won't remember it, but you know that scar on your shoulder…well I'm the one who gave it to you".

To be concluded!