You are NOT a Monster
Author: Okay so this one started out as an idea to make everyone cry... not so much
anymore. No Slash, promise. Warnings: Rocket's mouth, Rocket's past, Spoilers for
the movie, a pissy little Groot... and anything I might have missed. I own nothing!
Rocket scratches his ear as he looks down at the piece of metal in his lap.
It had been a battery he had "salvaged" from the ruins of the Warbird.
Had been... but now it could become dozen of things.
If he can focus long enough to do anything with it.
Except that when he tries, all he hears in his head was: "WE are Groot."
"WE are Groot? What the hell?" he mutters.
He had understood what Groot was really saying but the meaning had confused him.
"Goodbye Rocket... I love you."
How could anyone or anything love him?
He is a monster... a freak.
Under his jumpsuit and fur are more scars than he could count, his implants and all of his internal modifications.
His skeleton is entirely cybernetic.
And he is pretty sure some kind of modifications had been made to his brain...
He growls and tugs on his ears, using the pain to drag himself out of his memories.
He is vicious, unstable, prone to fits of rage...
"And a frackin' little monster." he whines.
"I am Groot?" (Rocket?)
He snarls and looks up to see Groot peeking at him from around the leg of his work table. "Scare the frackin' hell outta me why don't ya." he hisses.
"I am Groot." Groot whimpers, hiding behind the table leg. (I'm sorry.)
"It ain't your fault. Come here." Rocket sighs.
The little tree-child giggles and toddles towards his furry friend.
Rocket is still not quite used to Groot being so small, so it's strange when the tree-child settles in his lap instead of the other way around.
"I am Groot?" Groot asks softly. (What's wrong?)
"Just thinking... wondering.. how could ya... love... something like me?" Rocket whimpers.
Groot sighs and shakes his head. "I am Groot." he mutters. (Oh Rocket.)
Rocket sniffles, tugging at the front of his jumpsuit to give his paws something to do and Groot strokes his whiskers gently.
"We are Groot." (I said I love you and I do... but I do not wish to... mate? Yes.. that is the word... mate. I do not wish to mate with you. You are my closest friend and I care for you very much. If you were to die, I would still carry you in my memories for many years to come.)
"But I'm a freak." Rocket sobs.
"I am Groot." (You are what those creatures... the scientists... made you. But you have become much more than what they intended for you to be.)
"I... I love ya too... ya idiot." Rocket whispers, hugging Groot gently.
Groot tugs gently on Rocket's fur to make him look at him and insists, "I am Groot." (You are NOT a monster!)
"You say that... but the others..." Rocket whispers.
"I AM GROOT!" Groot snaps, stepping out of his lap. (They do NOT see you as a monster!)
Rocket looks at the tree-child in front of him and laughs softly.
Groot is not even two feet tall so the sight of him standing with his tiny arms folded over his little chest, looking annoyed as hell... is hillarious.
"Okay... okay. Ya made your point. Stop looking at me like that before I frackin' die laughing." Rocket giggles.
Groot makes a sound of annoyance, gives one of Rocket's feet a kick then stalks away. "I am Groot!" he shouts. (I'm gonna go dance with Peter!)