Peter

"My mother?"

My heart was out of control, it jumped as if prompted by an electrical surge and I shook my head slowly in disbelief. "She's lying" a voice whispered in my head.

"My mom is dead." I said and narrowed my eyes at the woman, trying to figure out why anyone would want to play this kind of sick joke. She just smiled lightly.

Looking at her detail more closely I noticed that she has soft, blemish free pale skin and golden, silky, long flowing hair that begged to be so incredibly similar to my mother's. Long thick, fine lashes surround her enticing, deep forget-me-not blue, eyes and fine eyebrows crowning them. She has a small nose, and a bright red lipped smile.

The scene was quite unbelievable, shocking really and worse than getting punched in the jaw. My mind was sent reeling, unable to comprehend or process the images it was being sent by my widened eyes. I looked away, then looked back to see if she was still there. She was.

"No." I muttered, forcing myself not to believe such tricks. "You are not my mother."

"My name is Meredith Quill. I raised you until I could, Peter. You have never met your father before." She speaks kindly, her voice soft and almost motherly.

But it didn't make any sense. I remember the time she had told me that she was sick. That she had cancer. That her future was to die. This doesn't make any sense!

I remember the pain of guilt weighing down in my stomach when she died on the hospital bed, the heart rate monitor's noises echoing loudly in my mind as if it was a warning to leave. I ran, not being able to deal with all the emotions and sickening sadness, tears blurring my vision. I loved my mother so much, and we shared such a close relationship since dad was never around in the first place. He wasn't even there when I was born and forced my mother to struggle.

I was so wounded up in my thoughts I barely noticed Groot gently take Gamora's limp form away from my arms.

"But – but how?!" I stutter and watch her intently. I started to feel sick.

A small smile stretches over her lips that suddenly seemed too familiar to bear. "I'll explain everything back on the ship." She assures me.

The ship?!

"No, I want an explanation now. I watched you die!" I argued loudly.

With a long sigh and moment of debating, she opens her mouth to speak. "Your father had to leave us Peter for very good reasons. And as a gift of his departure he offered me the Infinity Stone of Time." She began.

"Infinity Stone of Time?" Rocket repeats and loudly interrupts. Groot sighs and nudges him over, so he stumbles to the floor.

"I used the Stone carelessly, sending myself back in time to listen to music, cause chaos, and even meet Captain America." She laughs slightly. "There were other people out there who wanted the Stone, Peter. Thanos, for example." She explains.

I stare at her in utter shock. I've seen some pretty crazy ass things in my life; blue people, flying spaceships, even a walking and talking tree and raccoon – but this beats them all.

"They were after me, so I faked my death with the help of a few galactic friends and have been secretive about travelling so the knowledge of my existence doesn't end up with the wrong people. I've used the Stone to keep me younger and alive, and manage to keep it out of harm's way." She finishes.

"Why didn't you tell me? You knew that Yondu was to abduct me, thanks to my so called fucking father, and all this time you haven't even bothered to find me until – until now. You forced me through all this pain and mourning and you didn't even care!" I tell her ferociously, beginning to feel angry.

I always had thought, if I ever saw my mother again I would feel overjoyed but right now I was feeling quite the opposite.

She flinches slightly at my words. "Because I knew this would happen. You would be angry, so I waited until you were old enough to understand, but clearly I was wrong." She answers calmly. She was always so calm, I never understood her as a child and still do not.

I stare down at the ground, my mind reeling back with so many thoughts and memories.

"Have you even opened my gift yet, Peter?" she asked lightly.

"Recently." I answer simply, remembering the letter she wrote and as I read it I could hear her soft voice in my mind. The very voice speaking to me right now.

"You look so much like your father." She whispers and tilts her head to the right.

I look up at her and stare blankly.

She walks hesitantly closer towards me and I move back unintentionally. I just cannot believe my whole life was a lie, and that I was tricked in to believing my mother died of cancer. She didn't even bother to find me.

She pauses in her step and her expression only saddens for a moment before she reaches and me wraps her arms around my body, engulfing me in her natural scents that I grew up with. Vanilla and spices.

I stand stiff and still not exactly sure how to react, casting the odd stinging feeling at the rim of my eyes away by blinking a few times. After a short moment's hesitation, I feel my own arms wrapping around her smaller figure tightly.

"You're alive." I whisper.

"I never wanted to leave you." She replies in the same tone and mildly kisses me on the cheek, which I'm slightly taken aback by.

I'm still furious at her, despite the fact that she well and truly is alive.

I should be happy but I'm not. I'm still angry.

She teleported us all in to her spaceship, called the Lennon after John Lennon from the hit music band, The Beatles formed in the 1960's. The spaceship was much larger and wider than the Milano, and the main colors of the exterior were red and silver. Most of the ceiling was made up of glass panels and there were various rooms for nonsense uses or absolutely nothing at all.

Advanced technologies were casted over walls and powered different areas, which particularly caught Rocket's interest of course. Groot gently set Gamora's body down at a large table, which made her stir slightly yet she still didn't awake. I walked over to the table and slipped my hand in to hers. Like Rocket had said, she would be fine as soon as she awoke.

For the first time, I think my mother finally took notice of the others and stared at Groot's eight foot tall tree form with widened eyes. Groot seemed amused by this as he noticed her gaze and said,

"I'm Groot."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Meredith." She slowly introduced, still intrigued and confused by Groot's fascinating anatomy. Mom stepped took a step closer and tilted her head at Groot. Mom… it felt so strange to label her like that after all these years. Twenty six years.

Twenty six years she let me suffer.

"I'm Groot." Groot repeated with a smile.

"I- I know." Mom muttered, and screwed up her eyebrows. "I'm Meredith."

"I'm Groot." Groot nodded.

"Are you just messing with me?"

"I'm Groot."

"Missus Quill, you see Groot here only knows a few words. Specifically speaking, three words if you haven't picked up on that yet." Rocket explains, from on top of the table.

"Oh, and I'm Rocket." He quickly adds.

Mom turns towards Rocket and her mouth hangs open, "A talking raccoon?"

"Seriously. What the fuck is a raccoon?" Rocket asks.

"My name is Drax. It is an honour to meet the mother of Peter Quill." Drax bows his head respectively.

My mother utters a small thanks and a graceful smile laces her lips as she turns to Gamora who lay almost lifeless along her table.

"And this is…the daughter of Thanos?" she raises an expectant brow, peering over my shoulder to take a closer glimpse of Gamora's poor form.

"Adoptive daughter of Thanos." I point out quickly and let my hand slip away from Gamora's.

"What ever happened to her?" she asks quietly as she takes her limp wrist, and frowns suddenly. "She's cold."

I don't think anyone knows how to explain what had happened to her so we all remain quiet.

"Dawnae!" my mother calls to someone, as she turns Gamora's wrist over in her hands. A yellow-skinned Xanderian woman, around my mother's age, enters through one of the doors. She has short brunette hair with a red streak through the front and her eyes a large and gold coloured framed with long dark lashes.

My mother has other people on her ship?

"Yes, milady?" the woman, barely known as Dawnae, speaks and clasps her hands at the front.

"Complete the stages of restoration on this woman specifically speaking her respiratory, skeletal, nervous, and circulatory systems. Be sure to check for any vital injuries or illnesses, and then complete a status report." My mother orders and releases Gamora's wrist, taking a step back.

Dawnae steps closer towards the table and stares down at Gamora, pressing two fingers to her open palm and feeling for a pulse. "She inherits an incredibly rapid heartbeat yet her skin is below average temperature." Dawnae mutters and her fingers reach under the table, creating a small click.

Holograms light up above Gamora's body, a vast outline of her body shape appears with other forms of medical nonsense such as words and images of internal organs. A monitor of her heart beat appears along the side running at an unbelievable 346 bpm per minute.

"Her heartbeat…" Drax notices.

"Yes, it is incredibly fast. I'm not exactly sure how she is remaining at this point." Dawnae says casually and controls the holograms; sweeping past various organ data with a concerned look.

"What?" I whisper, and feel my own pulse quicken.

"I am Groot…" Groot utters sympathetically and Rocket sighs, crawling up to his shoulder.

"Don't say crap like that, Groot." Rocket replies quietly.

"Oh, I see." Dawnae nods and zooms in the hologram outline of her body. A shimmering blue substance interrupts her blood circulation, flowing throughout her entire body.

"A threatening energy substance, flows throughout her veins and is creating delusions in her brain." She frowns and investigates the hologram some more. "The Tesseract. It has infected her mind, her unconsciousness has seemed to remove partial evidence of its existence yet it still remains." She explains and looks across to each of us.

"So, she'll be okay. Right?" I ask quickly and move closer towards the table.

Dawnae keep her eyes trained on Gamora's body and then slowly looks up towards me, but doesn't say anything.

I keep telling myself, that she'll be okay, although now I feel like I'm only lying to myself.

"The dangerous energy levels will subside after time, just give her a few hours of rest. And if not…" Dawnae trails off and swallows, glancing up to my mother.

"Are you in need of any more assistance, milady?" she asks quietly.

"No, thank you." Mom mutters.

Dawnae bows her head lightly and leaves the room from the way she had come.

"Peter," Mom says and looks towards me, wanting to speak.

No, I didn't want her sympathy. She barely knows me.

"No, mom. Just…leave me alone." I tell her and walk off into a room I did not know the purpose of. The room was empty except for a few metallic chairs and the glass ceiling providing the glistening light of the stars.

"Peter!" I hear Mom's muffled shout.

I ignore them all as I sit on the closet chair, and place the headphones over my ears, playing the current track of the cassette player and wrap my face in my hands.

I'm not in love
So don't forget it
It's just a silly phase I'm going through
And just because
I call you up
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made

Merely taken some effort in to, I'm sorry. I was just able to finish my homework so afterward I will be posting more frequently.

Meredith Quill explantion:
Peter's mother did actually appear in Captain America, although I'm not entirely sure if Laura Haddock plays as the same character as she did in Guardians of the Galaxy – but I had thought it would be fascinating to add in, so I hope it makes sense. If you would like to see an image of Peter's mother meeting Captain America, a link is available on my profile page.

Thank you for all the reviews, follows, etc.! Yes, we will still be seeing Peter's father and the Infinity Stone of Time. But what are you thinking so far?