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Planting the Seeds of Family

Chapter Three

Omevic, the slave, rushed into his master causing Deckerster to stage back releasing his hold on Peter, who crashed to the ground with a thud, there was the sound of a bone breaking on impact, but no one cared about that, at the moment.

"Peter" Yondu yelled to his son as Peter got to his feet and begun to run, his red blood dripping down his face and he started to scream, god Yondu wanted to shoot the bastard, but he needed Peter out of the vicinity. While the slaver who had caused this just staggered back and dropped the knife with still bore Yarovesky's blood.

Omevic, immediately run after Peter dropping the blaster onto the ground, he looked frightened, but he was determined to get away, while his master, recovered onto his feet and scooped up the blaster his property had dropped.

"Evil, selfish brat, I'll kill you first" Deckerster shouted raising the blaster and firing it at the pair. None of them knew what happened next, it happened so fast, and none of them could explain it, but Peter stumbled to the metal deck, causing the slave to fall after him.

The moment Deckerster fired the blaster and caught the young slave in the back causing him to sway to the floor, blood immediately gushing out of the wound on his front, a clear thru and thru.

"Fire" Yondu yelled, and his crew didn't need to be told twice, as hail upon hail of baster fired upon the slaver, causing his body to disintegrate in a volley of fire and blood. Over fifty Ravagers and their frustrations at the situation vented on the bastard, who only a second later his remains along with his coat lay strewn upon the hangar bay deck.

There was a moment of silence, while every Ravager ascertained the damage while the smoke cleared before they turned their attention to the three fallen lying across the deck. Yondu was first to reach Peter's side, the red gash on his head didn't look too deep, but he was unconscious, and they were something to worry about.

"Medic's now". Kraglin screamed into his commutator, as he landed at his son's side. Peter was just lying so still, with the blood running from head courtesy of his hair being ripped out. That couldn't help but terrify him.

"Peter, can you hear me" there was no response, but both of them were in charge of the ship, but all they could do was watch as the unconscious Yarovesky, and the slave Omevic were placed carefully on stretchers, and could only stand back while they did the same for their son.

Peter looked so frail and lifeless, but the worst thing was that neither of them could touch him, not until he had been assessed.

"Get this place cleaned up, and check every single M-Ship for any stragglers and kill them", Yondu demanded, noticing how his panicked his voice was, but didn't care, as the Medic's came in, and gently placed the toddler onto the stretcher.

Even though Yondu and Kraglin should have stayed, their jobs weren't important at that moment, they were parents first, and everyone knew it.

Following the trio, medics were barking orders about Omevic who was bleeding heavily and the worst casualty, while for Proctom who was slipping back to the real world, a bandage pressed across his neck could only mumble "Peter", before sliding back.

In the Med Bay, the Medics hurried around them, Yarovesky had his visible neck wound and would need surgery and immediate blood transfusions. Omevic, they both watched as he was taken into surgery and his tatty clothes removed he was about eight but looked so much younger, but Peter.

Peter was lying so still on a biobed, and even though it was no more than two minutes, for Yondu and Kraglin it felt like hours until a medic appeared and not even bothering to ask, begin to cut Peter's clothes off.

"It's to make sure he's properly assessed, the bio-scanners are meant for adults, not babies", the Medic supplied, which caused Yondu to snap "Than what good are you?" which the Medic correctly didn't reply too.

Watching their unconscious baby being checked over, the diagnosis was straightforward. "Skin trauma caused by blunt force to the scalp. Hair has been ripped out from the root, causing the blood loss, small fracture to the foot from impact,

"His heart is elevated due to shock, so I want to keep him sedated for the next twenty-four hours, I'll give him nutrients so he won't be hungry, but when he wakes up he'll probably be a bit upset. So lots of the things he likes and he should be fine in a couple of days.

Yondu just exhaled wondering how his toddler was going to milk this, while the media carefully called the blood for his hair, before applying a serum to heal the wound faster, finishing with injecting him in the veins causing Peter to just sigh as he slipped into a deeper sleep. And the medic finished by placing a mini bio scanner just being his ear.

"So he's ok now, and I can monitor him from here since I know you want to take him", he finished, grabbing a blanket but Kraglin pulled his coat off while Yondu picked up their son who was just as floppy as a rag and wrapped the coat around the boy.

Leaving the medics to patch up the Xandarian's, both parents wordlessly just too him, every Ravager they came across just gave them a glance, then looked relieved but Yondu and Kraglin they walked quickly just wanting to get their son to safety.

In their quarter, a place of security from the world, the silence between the pair was deafening, while Yondu took their son into the bathroom, and placed Peter in the sink

He did the same when Peter was a baby and sop know, now he was outgrowing it, but they had to get the boy clean as if the small of Xandarian blood and violence was saturating his skin.

Filling up the sink, with warm water Kraglin joined Yondu, while they cleaned the boy's skin and hair as gently as they could, washing away all the blood down the sink. Peter didn't move which to them was so strange.

Peter was boisterous and hated bath time but loved splashing water. To see their son so still was disturbing to both of them. With him clean and wrapped in their cleanest towel Kraglin gently dried him, while Yondu got his softest night clothes, and they dressed their son as carefully as they could.

Peter smelt clean and soft, and even though unconscious just sighed in his dreams. The silence was disturbed, by a chime on Kraglin's communicator which he read out loud.

"Do you need any food, and is Peter ok". To which he replied. "We're fine, and Peter will be, thanks, Iztel". Then he placed the communicator and run his hands over his face, since with their spiky-haired son fast asleep on the pillow, even with the tension between the parents.

Both of them were exhausted, so Yondu sent a message to Horuz telling him he was in charge for the night, and both parents just stripped off and crashed.

With the lights dropped and Peter next to them, they tried to get some sleep, but Yondu knew Kraglin wouldn't, and it was only a few hours later that Yondu opened his eyes to see his Mate sitting up, feet on the floor just staring out of the port window.

Manoeuvring past the sleeping Peter who never stirred, Yondu just sat next to him and waited for him to talk, which only took a few seconds.

"We were having sex, while our son was almost killed today, on an intruder we let in. What the hell is wrong with us Yondu."

Yondu just placed his arm around Kraglin's shoulder, and just signed, Kraglin was only voicing what he had been thinking from that moment.

"I know we screwed up Kraglin, we should have checked the M-Ship was secure, we should have taken better care of it, but we didn't" too which Kraglin didn't even look at Yondu.

"we are the worst fucking parents in the galaxy. And looked what happened to Yarovesky, that could have been Peter and you know that"

No one could deny the grit in Kraglin's vice while Yondu glanced behind him and just looked at their slapping toddler.

"we can go over this every single time. Did we screw up? Yes, but is Peter dead? No. Because we were there to fight for him…and when he gets older…

"…we're gonna teach him to fight" Kraglin finished, shit how often had they had this conversation, and of course Yondu knew what to say next.

"Look, you're paranoid, but Peter's fine, so you just have to let it go".

There could have been more to say, but none of them, were in the mood to go over the same thing over and over again, not when there was a ship to run and a hob to do.

Pulling Kraglin into his arms and moving Peter so once again, he was lying between the pair, they finally managed to get some more sleep. Yondu tried to but even with his eyes closed knew his mate was staring at Peter intently as if on the off chance he looked away, Peter would disappear from view.

Neither of the parents slept well, and still woke up to their boy whose lack of movement was unnerving.

"Let's not bother getting him changed" stated Yondu since there was really no point, if Peter wasn't comfortable he would have let them know somehow.

There was still tension between the pair, but both of them knew the moment Peter woke up at least their lives would return too whatever normal was.

With both parents dressed and their sleeping babe in their arms, they decided to go to the sickbay to get Peter checked out and check on the other causalities of the night.

Peter was so still while his Bioscan was in process, but they knew he was totally fine would be coming off the medication soon, so they turned their attention to the comatose eight-year-old who had saved their babies life.

His eyes were so shallow it looked like they had sunk into his head, Hewas pale, which wasn't a surprise, but it was a sickly pallor that seemed like he had never seen the sun. He was so thin it looked like the bones were about to protrude from his skin.

"So he lacks in every vitamin known to man, undernourished and anaemic, he's dangerously underweight, but then there's this". The Medic who was supplying this information pulled back the blanket covering his body causing Yondu and Kraglin to draw back their breath. "They cover every inch of his body".

Every inch of his skin on this small whelp of a child was covering in crisscrossed scars, there were deep lash mark on his arms and torso, some old, but a few fresher. They had seen abuse, hell Yondu knew this life, but this, this was something else entirely. He was only a child for god sake.

"we placed him in a drug-induced coma to let his body heal, and If it means anything he sailed through the surgery, so he's a fighter, but we have to think about…"

"Omevic" came the raspy voice behind them causing all of them to turn around.

There was Yarovesky, standing in the doorway, wearing the medical scrubs, with a think healing band across his neck and carrying a drip which was supplying the blue blood which had been ripped from him.

Yarovesky looked pale, the blade missing the jugular by a millimetre but he had lost three litres of blood, but his surgery went well, so the only reminder, was some scarred vocal nodes which would heal in time.

"His name is Omevic, and he's eight years old?" he supplied before Yondu could say he knew this information.

Yarovesky run his free hand through his brown hair which was hanging down, and Yondu could see the leather band he usually wore on his arm was removed, so his slave brand stood out.

"What do you know about him", Kraglin asked, needing to know more about the child who was currently the second youngest on the Elector, to which their chief navigator just exhaled.

"He was taken and sold, just before we were freed, if that counts for anything. The rest of the child slaves were killed, but he was taken and sold to that monster", the voice was so low, and all of them knew this was a memory he didn't want to tap into. "He was the same age that Peter is now when it happened, only three years old."

All eyes went to the sleeping baby, who just shifted now beginning to wake up from the trauma and everyone just tried to imagine it, but it was too brutal to even think about until Yarovesky with his scarred voice said the one thing which needed to be said.

"What is going to happen to Omevic, Yondu?"

To be continued, so what is going to happen to the fragile eight-year-old.

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