I am back with a new chapter.
It takes me some time to update my fics and that's simply because I don't use the internet much right now and I am still pretty exhausted and I am also ill at the moment and this simply sucks, for my 30th birthday is coming up in a few days and I don't wanna stay in bed and...it just sucks -.-.

But anyways, here is a new chapter and I hope you guys will enjoy it.

And since this is the last chapter, which I upload this year, I wanna wish those few people who are reading this story, a great start into the New Year :).

To answer a few comments:

Acinorev17
Thank you very much. Glad that you liked it :)

GiuliaComix
Thank so much, my dear, glad that you liked it :3
Papa Yondu is just so sweet. There will definitely be more moments like these in the future, I can assure you ;)

Thisisafakename
Thank you very much. I am so glad that you still like this and my other stories :)
And if you still have interest, then I will keep updating my Venom collection.
So far you are the only one who shows interest in those stories of mine. Nobody else wants to read those stories anymore.
That's why I have stopped updating my collection, but if at least one person shows sincere interest I might start updating again^^.
I would have the perfect story for the new year anyway ;)
And I am so sorry for you and I can totally feel your pain.
Do you now know why I stopped writing? It makes no sense to write for such a silent community.
It not only feels like a waste of time when nobody seems to read it and stays silent, but also like a kick right into my a**.
That's why I've stopped. And I don't blame anyone here who wants to stop as well due to lack of feedback.
I have been writing for fandoms since 2007 and I think you can imagine how bad it feels when your "followers" stays silent now.
It hurts. It really, really hurts, but since people don't give a damn about this, my only option was to stop and I don't regret it.
I feel much better now, that I have stopped. Sometimes I still would have some ideas for new stories, but I don't write them down.
Not even for me. I just imagine it inside my head *lol*. After 12 years, I am finally done with writing...
But I am so grateful for people like you, who still take some time to let the author know what they think.
So a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig thank you to you and the few others who still send me comments.
You people are the light in the dark for us writers :)

Chapter 13

When the sun rose slowly over the treetops the next morning, Peter was already wide awake. He sat on the pilot's chair of the Milano and watched the sunrise. A small smile was on his lips. It almost felt like he was back on earth...as if he was back home...

The forest, the reddish glow of the sky and the clouds, as the sun slowly rose; it all reminded him of his old home and he couldn't help, but missing earth at that moment. But on the other hand, he still found it incredibly exciting to be on a planet that looked like earth, but was yet so different.

The light of the rising sun was quite different here than the sunlight that had warmed earth. The trees looked differently, the rest of the plants as well and of the animals, the Orlonis, he didn't even want to begin with. Even the air he breathed here was different, purer, fresher, and he liked that; a lot.

If only his mother would be here with him now and could see that...

Almost immediately, the smile faded from his lips and a sigh broke through the silence that prevailed in the spaceship and which had come from him. He often thought of his mother, often thought back to the happy moments they had spent together and yes, some days these thoughts were hard to bear. But today, the thought of his mother wasn't that bad. Not after what Yondu had told him about the stars and soul of every deceased person. The thought was beautiful and comforting at the same time and whenever Peter looked into the stars, he thought about his mother being there and watching over him...

Before tears could rise in his eyes, he preferred to focus his thoughts on something else. He thought of Yondu and how different he had become since they traveled alone through the galaxy. It was almost as if he had met two different Yondus. One was an asshole, the other a kind-hearted Centaurian, which was trying to do better than all the other Ravagers and Peter liked him best when he was acting like that. But he also understood why Yondu couldn't show this soft side in front of the other Ravagers, because they would most likely kill him and take command, if they would find even the slightest weakness in their Captain.

Therefore, Peter had to come to terms with the fact that Yondu was only nice to him when they were alone. And so he hoped that they would stay on this planet for a while, because here he had Yondu for himself. He loved spending time with him when he was so meek, always eagerly listening to his stories, explaining everything to him. And sometimes, just sometimes, Peter felt like he finally had a father by his side.

The father he never had...

The boy shook his head.

What was he thinking?

Yondu? His father?

This thought was so ridiculous...at least Peter tried to persuade himself that this was a damn ridiculous thought. But he couldn't and whenever he thought of it, his lips twisted into a small smile and secretly he liked the idea of having a father figure like Yondu in his life.

After all, who else could claim to have a real pirate as a father?

A thought that made Peter grin and he thought back to all the terrible people who had bullied him so badly on Earth. Would they still do that if he returned with Yondu and introduced them to all of them as his "father"?

He was sure that none of these bullies would even dare to say a word in front of Yondu!

When he thought about Yondu...was he already awake?

A question that Peter has been asking himself for some time now, but so far he hadn't found the courage to enter the room of the Centaurian. But slowly it got boring to constantly staring out the window and admiring this strange world from far away. He wanted to explore this new world and he wanted to know what Yondu wanted to teach him, to make him a Ravager.

But to learn all that, his mentor finally had to get out of his bed!

Should he wake him up when he was still asleep?

A small grin crept over Peter's face at that thought and it was decided that he would check if Yondu was awake or not, so he didn't wait until his courage left him and got up and walked over to Yondu's room.

Once there, he took a deep breath, gathered his courage and then opened the door, which opened with a soft sound when he pressed the switch that should open it. As he entered the dim room, his eyes first had to get used to the darkness that prevailed in the small room. Only a small lamp, set into the wall on the other side of the room, gave him light, revealing a large body that was still lying in the bed and didn't move. Not even when Peter entered the room quietly.

Yondu was lying in his bed, his back facing the boy and he still didn't seem to move. At least that's how it looked like to Peter and again there was that little grin on his face. He would just jump onto the bed and jump onto Yondu and wake him up, because if he remembered correctly, the Centaurian had never been very gentle whenever he had to wake him up. In this way, Peter could take revenge for this nastiness.

But as soon as he got closer to the bed, the grin disappeared from his face and his plan turned into dust, for when he caught a glimpse of Yondu, he saw the pirate tremble. His fingers had clawed into his blanket, which had slid down to his waist and here and there his body winced and a soft, tormented sound came over his lips that almost sounded like a whimper.

Apparently a bad dream...

What did Yondu dream at night?

In any case, nothing good, because his reactions were just talking volumes.

Peter knew of his terrible past and even now, through the faint light, he could see the long scars that stretched over his shoulder and arm and where his undershirt had slightly ridden up, he could see scars at his side and the lower part of his back, which looked really bad and the boy didn't want to imagine what was responsible for those scars. The scars looked as if they had been torn into his body by giant claws...

"Yondu? Hey, Yondu? Are you awake?"

Peter knew that this question was completely superfluous, as he could see that Yondu wasn't awake, but the words came over his lips as if by themselves and he even dared to put a hand on the Ravager's shoulder. He shook it, careful not to touch the scars. But he hardly got a response. Yondu's fingers just clawed deeper into his blanket and again a whimper left his throat. Sounds, which he had never heard of him like this before and Peter was sure that no one had ever seen Yondu as he did now. Not even Kraglin and this guy knew everything about Yondu...

Once more he shook his shoulder, stronger this time.

"Yondu! Wake up!"

Again, it was just a whimper that left the other's lips and slowly Peter got really worried about him. He should wake up, should stop seeing those terrible things his nightmare was showing him and so he shook his shoulder as hard as he could and indeed, this time, he got a reaction, for Yondu slowly turned onto his back and finally seemed to wake up. When Peter saw his face, he saw how his red eyes fluttered open slightly. Still, the Centaurian was breathing heavily and his body was shaking, but at least his fingers loosened from his blanket and when he looked at Peter, he blinked a few times. Apparently he didn't quite understand that he had only had a nightmare, that he was safe and that there was nothing next to him that wanted to hurt him. When he finally recognized the boy, he looked at him confusedly.

"Peter? What's going on?"

Peter almost giggled at the sound of his sleepy voice, if the situation had been different, but still the boy was worried about Yondu.

"You had a nightmare," the human boy answered and finally released Yondu's shoulder and sat on the bed next to him.

They were silent for a while and Yondu didn't dare to look at the Terran.

Peter had seen how weak he was and he didn't like that. Not at all!

He knew that the boy wouldn't say anything, but still...it was enough that he had seen him in this pathetic state.

Nightmares were nothing new to Yondu and yet...he hated them!

They let him experience his darkest hours over and over again, letting him feel the pain he had been subjected to in the battle arenas and labs of the Kree back then and there was nothing he could do about it, for nobody could escape from a nightmare. No. Such a thing haunted someone to the end of his life...

"Are you feeling better?"

Peter's voice ripped him from his thoughts so unexpectedly that he flinched and as he turned his eyes to the boy, he could see the worry in his eyes and he didn't like that either.

Peter shouldn't worry about him.

After all, he was supposed to be a role model to the boy, not a weakling, frightened by a ridiculous nightmare.

And yet...the dream had been pretty bad and he still thought he could feel the pain...

"I'm fine. Don't ya worry about me, kid. "

That this was a clear lie, Peter knew, but he didn't want to go further into this topic, wanted to change the subject and bring Yondu on other thoughts.

But how should he do that?

Instead, he let his eyes wander silently over the Centaurian's body and shuddered, as he saw all the scars that covered his arms, shoulders, and chest. Even where his white shirt had ridden up and showed a part of his side and stomach, he could see scars that began to fade. Whatever he had experienced, Peter couldn't even imagine the amount of agony Yondu must have been at the mercy of.

Did these scars still hurt?

As if Yondu was able to read his thoughts, he raised Peter's chin so that the boy had to look at him and he raised an eyebrow, as Yondu gave him a small, gentle smile.

"It doesn't hurt, kid, don't you worry about me. These are just scars. Memories that will fade one day and nothing more."

Peter knew that Yondu was trying to take everything lightly so he wouldn't worry about him, but when he looked into his red eyes, he could see that the scars still hurt him. Although not physically...

He briefly considered how he managed to defuse the situation a little and then, when something had occurred to him, he smiled back, which made Yondu raise an eyebrow questioningly. Especially when Peter pulled the top of his Ravager clothes up a bit to expose his own side, where the pirate could see a small scar, that had already started to fade.

"I have a scar, too. Do you see it?"

And Yondu couldn't help but grin slightly at this.

He knew why Peter showed him this scar and he appreciated the gesture very much.

"I can see that, kid. Where did ya get it from?" he asked curiously, as he ran his index finger lightly over the scar, causing Peter to giggle, because it tickled.

"I got that at school. There was a kid, a mean kid who was always mean to animals. We fought against each other one day and that's how I got that scar."

Yondu's eyes lit up.

"A little fighter, huh? Interesting…"

He spoke these words more to himself than to Peter, but the boy giggled and a slight blush graced his cheeks.

His mother hadn't been as happy as Yondu was right now...

Before this situation became embarrassing for him, he decided to quickly change the topic. He reached out his forefinger and carefully touched a long scar he could see on Yondu's side.

"Where did you get that from?" he asked curiously.

The Centaurian looked at the spot Peter pointed to, then looked back at him and grinned slightly.

"I got that one from a great and dangerous creature, with sharp claws and even sharper teeth!"

He could see the Terran shuddering at these words and not to frighten him, he went on quickly.

"But don't worry, my boy. I won the fight. The scar is just a fading reminder of that fight and ya know what?"

"What?"

"I wear it with pride! And ya should also wear yer scars with pride, little one, because they show everyone else that you are strong and that no one should mess with ya."

The boy's heart beated a little faster at such words and he indeed felt a wave of pride rushing through his body.

"Thanks," he said and Yondu cleared his throat in embarrassment and turned his face away from him.

No one had ever thanked him before...

But before this situation could become even more embarrassing for him, he felt Peter's fingers again on his body. This time on his upper arm.

"And where did you get that scar from? It looks weird."

A chuckle was the answer and Yondu slowly sat up and gave the Terran a teasing grin.

"Ya mean that little scar over there?"

"Yes. Where did you get it from? From another fight?"

"Oh, yes, Peter. From a very heroic fight."

The boy's eyes lit up and he hung tensely on his lips.

And Yondu's grin grew so wide that small wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"What fight?" the boy asked excitedly and Yondu leaned down to him to whisper the answer into his ear; as if he was about to tell him a dark secret.

"From a heroic fight with..." he purposely paused for a more dramatic effect.

"…the stairs!"

Grinning, he pulled back and had to laugh softly when he saw Peter's questioning look.

"Stairs?"

A light red glow covered the cheeks of the Ravager and let it shimmer slightly purple through his blue skin color, which made Peter giggle again. And his giggling quickly turned into amused laughter, as Yondu explained that once he had fell down a staircase in his own spaceship after looking a bit too deep into his glass. They had just fulfilled a great mission and had earned many units and that had to be properly celebrated. Of course, in a Ravager way and he had exaggerated it "a little bit". One thing led to the other and when he wanted to return to his quarters, totally drunk, he hadn't seen the stairs and had promptly fallen down. And that's how he had gotten this small injury on his arm.

A story he had previously told only Kraglin, as he had seen him lying in the corridor later that night.

And as much as Peter was laughing, nobody else should know about this embarrassing story.

It would be better for his dignity...