Ok this is the final chapter, and I did write the final paragraph before I even begun writing the rest and then 4000 words later I had to cut it for length. But hope this was worth the wait, and as always please review. It's always the kick up my bum that I need.
The Sacrifice of Angels: Final Chapter, part 1
Yondu, immediately leapt up, as from Peter's mouth came the scream, so different from the guttural moans that had emerged from his mouth over the past ten days.
From the moment his vigil begun he had turned the Elector to Kraglin, Horuz and some extent Alezduran since the hybrid had pretty much taken over Peter's recovery, even he understood why Yondu hadn't moved much.
He wanted to be here when the boy finally opened his eyes since he had gone through so much shit as he watched the brain scans reconnect like a screwed up puzzle until it was almost at his normal brain pattern.
Yondu wasn't expecting much when Peter woke up, but he was hoping it wasn't blind panic, as Peter tried to move his fragile limbs in protest at something, his eyes were trying to focus around him, and then screamed from weeks of lack of use.
"Quickly he placed a hand on Peter's forehead, in a bid to calm him down, and one that took a few seconds to make an effect as Alezduran alerted through his communicating came into the room, to see Peter still in the med bed, but moving his limbs in a blind panic.
"Peter…Peter", They Kree-Xandarian uttered, as the teen on the bed just moaned in response.
"What's going on?" Asked Yondu still on his feet, as he watched Peter's eyes flicker, then winch.
"He's having a nightmare, perhaps we should sedate him?" as from the bed, came the panicked whisper.
"No, more sleep, to dark, too cold", as Yondu just placed his hand on the boy's head in a bid to calm his down, which begun to work as all the sensors begun to drop back to normal and the boy leaned into his touch, finally some progress.
"Don't…let…me…dark", Peter whispered, slowly, his mangled brain finally putting the words together.
"We won't, just stay calm, you're safe".
"Safe", the words Peter needed to hear, as he finally managed to prise his eyes open, and immediately jerked from the pain from the blinding light. Something Alezduran understood as he quickly dropped the lights and managed to lift the boys eyes open to place in some eye drops.
"He hasn't used them in a month", Alezduran quickly explained, to which Yondu only responded with a grunt, as they watch Peter relax and take a gulp of air.
"Don't leave me", he managed to get out, as the mere act of speaking made him exhausted and sleep claimed him, as he heard in the vestiges of his mind the words of Yondu only saying "We won't, you're safe now".
As Alezduran could only grin, from what he was saying, it looked like Peter was back, but no one was really sure of how much had returned, as finally Yondu went back to his quarters and after over a week managed a decent night.
The same however couldn't be said for Peter as along with Kraglin he ventured into the med bay the next day, to find Peter seemingly trying to hug himself in his sleep, his teeth chattering as if he had been bathed in ice.
Even though the drips had been removed, leaving only though nutrients that were being injected into him, having come to the conclusion it was safer since Peter was beginning to flail his arms around.
Whilst Alezduran and the rest of the medics were trying to keep his body normal, even though his temperature didn't look anything out of the ordinary, the toxins having worked their way out of his body weeks ago,
Alezduran was suddenly clueless and was urging Peter to calm down, and failing miserably, which only caused both captain and second mate to roll their eyes at how much like this felt like déjà vu.
"Can he be moved?" Yondu stated to the hybrid, who could only nod, as Kraglin with a quick word, dismissed all the Medics, including their field medic in training leaving only the three in the room.
As Yondu carefully picked the boy up in his arms, and took him to the nearest chair, aware of how light he felt and how he needed to do something about that, as Kraglin fetched a blanket to wrap around the boy.
Uncharacteristic perhaps, but even though the Xandarian would never voice it out loud, that he was perhaps the only person in the Galaxy who know what his boss felt for Peter, as the teenager with a sigh settled into Yondu's chest, and immediately Peter begun to relax.
For a few minutes, all was silent, as Yondu just held the boy tightly. He knew he had been through an emotional ordeal so severe that it made the meningitis he had when he was eight resemble a simple cold. As he just felt the small breath of the teen on his neck, as Peter adjusted slightly, and Yondu was suddenly aware of the tension in his frail body.
"There boy, you're alright now". Yondu muttered with his voice dropping to a low whisper, as Peter just squirmed slightly, as in the defensive part of Yondu's brain curiosity begun to override everything.
Peter had died and had come back to life, somehow. What did he see? Yondu had often wondered when he died would he be reunited with his slain family even though he had done nothing good to get to the afterlife.
In response, Peter just moaned slightly in his arms, and if he seemed to be reading his mind suddenly said in a hoarse whisper. "It was dark, and I was falling, and then was light".
Kraglin, who was currently leaning against the med bed, just raised an eyebrow, and the teen continued.
"There was someone there". Peter's vocal nodes were thanks to some medication appearing to return to normal, and his speech wasn't as stilted as before, as his face scrunched up as if he was trying to retrieve a memory, and it was obvious he was failing.
"What was there?" asked Yondu, since it was clear the teen wanted it rid from his mind as a frown just crossed Peter's face, after a few moments. "I don't know", he finally managed to get out, as Yondu just gently stroked his stubbly fuzz of hair, as Peter's memories were beginning to return, and he just shuddered.
"There was…an explosion, everyone was dead". As Yondu recalled the bastard who had caused all of this and knew what Peter was talking about.
"Kruger died, you killed him…you're safe now".
Peter didn't look that convinced, but it was enough for now as he drifted off while Yondu sat with him for a while longer.
In the end it fell into a routine, after Peter woke up occasionally distressed but with his body and especially his vocal nodes healing even if he was confused he had Yondu was there right away to hold him in his broad arms and to console him.
Eventually he started telling his stuff about his life, that how he was well respected and a great Ravager, which to Peter felt like bullshit, but he let Yondu indulge his fantasies as in the depth of Peter's mind he could recall more about himself. He was Peter Quill from Earth, his mom was called Meredith, he was born in America.
However other things felt like he had seen them in a dream, looking older with long blond-brown hair and building blasters even though he was sure he had never picked up one, until further on when he recalled that he could, and do it well too, and felt relieved.
But there were other questions that needed answers to as one day his hand curled over Yondu's callused blue one.
"How old am I?" in the depths of Peter's mind, this was like a re-run of an emotions that he had experienced, as Yondu Udonta , who had just indulged his questions if he had one and had given his answers even if there were no questions. Yet he found himself looking away from the boy, whose eyes were still healing. Hell, this was a question, as he cleared his throat and told the boy as honesty as he could.
"You turned fourteen a few weeks ago".
Peter just blinked, before give an uncertain "Oh", before settling down and looked to be thinking for a moment.
"I feel so small, I thought I was eight again, and my life was a dream."
Yondu couldn't deny the true statement of the fact that Peter now looked younger than his fourteen years, and that was something he did need to do something about, as a look crossed Peter's face.
"So I'm fourteen, I had my birthday while I was sleeping", the voice sounded so tiny, Yondu afforded himself a moment of guilt as he just nodded, as he felt a small moment perk up within Peter.
"I can fly now…you promised me I could fly". The teenage stated, looking his unfocused eyes at the Captains while Yondu couldn't suppress a smile.
"Yeah, the moment you can, you get to fly". He confirmed, pleased that the he was abler to remember his promise he had made all those years ago; it was a small thing, but it was something and Peter settled further next to Yondu.
"I heard you, you know I heard you". He whispered as sleep begun to claim him, and Yondu found himself frowning, thinking over the past few weeks of the boy's life…and death
"What did I say?"
The words Peter uttered caused the blood in Yondu's veins to run cold, as he heard the boy's statement.
"Don't be dead".
Yondu just stared ahead, as Peter begun to settle down to sleep, looking contented even with the hell he now had to go through, as the Captain tried to think of something to say, before settling on.
"You heard that?"
Peter nodded, or what he took for a nod, as he curled in a little bit more, enjoying the presence of this moment of tenderness, as he seemed to sigh in his dreams, as from his small mouth came the unmistakable.
"I heard you...dad".
To be concluded in a few days…please don't hate me. And please review xx