Lianna didn't talk much for the rest of the day. Her mind was too cluttered with what consequneses that she might face sooner or later. Probably soon, she thought.
For most of the time, she just laid on Rocket's bed; listening to Peter's music and the sound of metal clinking from Rocket tinking from the outside the room, but sadly started playing the last thing she said to Groot in her mind:
"So like I said earlier, you can't tell anyone and most of all Rocket. If, at least half the reason why, we're all of a sudden bein' chased, it might be because this form wasn't updated, meaning it's illegal and they go to jail if brought to Nova Corps, and that's what I want; justice and freedom," Lianna said, rasing her fist proudly.
"I am Groot?(What do you mean by 'freedom'?)," Groot asked.
"In the back of my mind, I knew we all weren't safe the moment we stepped foot outside of that damned place. That we were all immediately criminals then forth," she said, looking down, but then felt Groot lifting her head up to him.
"I. Am. Groot!(We weren't wanted criminals back then, we were wanted BY criminals. They were the ones who needed to be running in fear. Heck! I wasn't even an experiment! I was just lost and taken as one!)," he said, earning a giggle from her.
"Yeah, but me and Rocket were, which creates a pretty tight bond for us. Especially since we're soulmates now," She smiled at him, but it diminished then, quickly getting back on topic.
"Anyways, keep it tight between us. If they guys find out, who knows how much hell will break loose from it," She walked over to the door and unlocked it, but soon felt Groot's hand on her shoulder.
"I am. Groot?(You should be happy though with being surrounded by love and friends. Why aren't you?)," he asked.
"Because, this all might be my fault," she said, and walked out of the room, leaving Groot with a sad and worried look on his face as he watched her walk down the hall.
Lianna's focus was soon interruped by a knocking on the door. She sat up on the bed and heard 'Fooled Around and Fell in Love' playing, feeling like it was meant to be a soundtrack for right now.
"You in there?" She smiled to hear the familiar voice echo through her mind.
"Yeah I'm in here," she replied, laying back on the bed with her hands behind her head, bending up a leg and crossing one over it.
"What're ya doin' in here?" Rocket asked, smiling as he confronted the bed.
"Nothin'. Just louchin' around and thinking for some ideas," she said, laying on her stomach as she moved to face him with a kiss on the nose.
He softly chuckled and said "You could help me with cookin' somethin' for everyone,"
"Ok," she said, sitting up and getting off the bed, following him out the doorway.
"This is unbelieveable!" Peter said, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. "Who knew a raccoon genius and a crazy, multi-language knowing lady could cook something this good," Lianna just giggled at Peter's comment.
"Indeed. They are masters of the culinary arts," Drax said, taking in a forkful too.
"You guys just not sugar coating it?" Lianna asked with a smirk.
"If I were sugar coating, I wouldn't be takin' loads into my mouth," Peter said, slurping up a noodle strand.
"Wouldn't covering our food with sugar ruin it?" Drax asked with a puzzled look. Everyone, except Lianna, sighed to Drax's total lack of knowledge of metaphors.
"Sugar coating means you're saying somethin' sweet or nice about something than telling the actual opinion or truth about it," Lianna said, him nodding in understanding.
"Well anyways, I'd just like to say that we did better cooking than all of you morons," Rocket bragged, getting a pushed at the shoulder from Peter. "What! I'm just sayin'!"
Lianna just giggled again and sat up, taking her plate over to the sink. "Rocket, you didn't know the difference between boil and broil,"
"That was for the other recipe!" Rocket said, wiping sauce off his mouth.
"You also thought the noodles were dried out worms," she teased smirking.
"I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THEY WERE MADE OF AT FIRST!" he yelled, everyone trying not to laugh.
Rocket just growled and pulled his ears back, giving everyone a glare through narrowed eyes. Not my fault I don't cook much, he thought. He leaned back against his seat and continued glaring at everyone as they attempt to hold their laughs.
"Peter, it's your turn," Lianna said, walking back over to the table.
"Eh he he, what?" Peter asked, his face red from holding back his laughter.
"It's your turn to do dishes," Peter's smile faded away, and he quickly sat up.
"Um, I think I'm getting a call," he said, quickly walking down the hall with his drink.
"But your trasmitioner is over here," she said, pointing over to his device laying on the counter.
"Uh, I have a private one," he said, trying to quickly reach his door.
"Peter, your not ditchin' me with this again," She started walking towards him, panic quickly filling him. He quickly ran to the door, but caused his drink to spill, right on the control panel.
Sparks emitted from the small panel until it sizzled and died.
"What was that?" Lianna said, a puzzled look on her face.
"U-Uh, nothing," Peter said uneasily, repeatedly pressing the buttons on the panel to open his door.
"You fried it, didn't you?" Rocket asked.
"N-No," Peter began to practically punch the buttons now.
Gamora just sighed and muttered "Moron,"
"Let me see it," Lianna said, going over to the now-broken panel.
"Nothings wrong," Peter quickly blocked the panel from her and smiled nervously.
"Peter, I gotta see the problem," she said, pushing him out of the way with ease.
He stumbled back a little, but suddenly ran behind the counter. Everyone stared at Peter for a moment, him peaking over the counter top, and looked back over to Lianna.
She unscrewed the bolts off with her hair and looked at the wires; all of them covered in Peter's drink and little strands of electricity flickering now and then. She carefully moved some wires out of the way to see a box in the back. She took a handful of her hair and formed a flashlight, it actually lighting up as she pointed it inside.
"'Ship System: Lock Control'?" Lianna quietly mumbled, until it hit her.
Peter shrank back behind the counter when he saw her shot up straight.
"You spilled pop on the LOCK CONTROL!?" she shouted, hearing him whine a little. "Do you know, what that does, to all our rooms!"
"What will it do?" Drax asked.
"It locks them all!" she said, stroming over to Peter. "And that means no access to ANYTHING we left in our rooms!"
"Great goin' Peter," Rocket said.
"Oh you shut up!" Peter whispered, but soon was lifted into the air by Lianna's hair.
"I hope you didn't leave somethin' important in there, cause from the looks of it, it's not gonna go back to normal until tomorrow!" she growled.
"Well I didn't," he said, "I got my walkman right here-" he reached into his pocket, and didn't feel it. He patted his jacket pockets and pant pockets, quickly freaking out.
"OH MY GOD I LEFT IT IN THERE!" he yelled, franticly swinging his arms around to get down.
"Calm down, Peter," Gamora said, getting up from her seat.
He just looked at Gamora, still struggling against the hair's grip. For some reason, her eye's were showing comfort and calmness, suddenly relaxing him.
He stopped moving, and just hung there in the air until he was brought down. Gamora walked over to him and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Everything will be fine," she said, for once softly and calmly.
The others just stared in confusion, puzzled by Gamora's sudden calmness. Drax broke the silence first.
"What will we do until tomorrow?" he asked.
"I don't know," Lianna said, "But all I know is it's gettin' late," Not long after, Rocket had began to yawn and lean against her.
"Yeah, sounds great," Rocket said tiredly.
The others looked at each other with small, soft smiles, and began to find somewhere to rest.
Groot had seated himself the wall, his tendrils already spread out behind him. Lianna seat next him and laid her head on his shoulder, Rocket then crawling on to her lap.
As Peter settled himself across from them, he heard Lianna singing a lullaby.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. I'll make you happy, when skies are gray. You should know dear, I will protect you. They can't take, my sunshine away," Her voice was soft and soothing, and Rocket had started to close his eyes. She continued.
"And tonight dear, when you lay asleep, I will hold you in my arms. For when you stir, I will sing, this little lullaby for you to sleep," Peter could feel his eyes too dropping down now, but he continued listening.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. I'll make you happy, when skies are gray. You should knnow dear, I will protect you. They can't take, my sunshine away. No they can't, take you, away,"
Rocket was sound asleep, his head resting on her stomach as she stroke it. She bent down and kissed the top of his head, quietly saying 'good night' as she laid her head against Groot's shoulder again.
Peter just stared at Lianna in amazment, for some reason feeling proud for her. Until he realized why he felt. She's the only one who sees him as an equal, he thought, before his mind began to shut down and fall asleep.
It was early. The aroma of food filling Peter's nostrils. He groaned and rubbed his eyes open, seeing Lianna at the stove.
"Well good morning, Star Lord," Lianna said softly, apparently stirring something from Peter's view.
"Moring to you too," he said, slowly getting up. "What're you doing up this early?"
"Makin' breakfast. That's all," she answered.
Peter sat down at the table, and got a better view of what she was doing. She was making scrambled eggs in one pan and bacon in another. Peter rubbed his head for a moment, feeling like he was forgeting somthing. It popped back into his head.
"Hey, Lianna," he asked, leaning forward in his seat with his hands together.
"Yes?" she answered, stirring up the bacon.
"I was wondering, last night?"
"Yeah?"
"Well I heard you singing that lullaby, and, you were singing it wrong," Lianna looked over to Peter for a moment before turning back to the eggs.
"I wasn't," she replied, slowly stirring up the eggs.
"But that's not how you sing 'You Are My Sunshine'," he said, moving over to the counters and leaning against them.
"That's because that was my version of it," she said, not looking at him, but smiling.
"It's for Rocket, isn't it?" he asked.
Lianna just looked at him and turned off the one burner. "Yes, back in the labratory,"
"What happened in there?" Peter asked. "Rocket never really told us what happened back then,"
"I'll tell ya if you help me out," she said with a smirk.
"Ok," he said, and grabbed the pancake mix from the cupboard.
"Where should I start?" she asked as she turned off the other burner. "Should I start off at when we first met, or when I first went to the lab?"
"At the very beginning," he said, smiling at her.
"Ok then," she said, sitting on the table top and setting her feat on a chair. "Make sure you got your listening ears on 'cause this is gonna be a bit long,"
Oh my god! Why is my life all of a sudden so busy!
Again, SOOOOO sorry for the late update. Chapter 12 I KNOW will be early, so not so much wait for that one.
There might be some errors since the auto-corrector disagreeing with me, so you should know what should be written.
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