AN: Hey everyone! Thank you for all of the support and great reviews. This is my first fan fiction that I had the courage to publish, so please go easy on me. Writing is one of my many passions and I love to share my ideas with the world. Anyway I want to clear a couple things up;

1. I'm writing everything on my phone, so of course my ducking auto correct is a bitch.

2. J'son is how Marvel officially spells it, however due to this being fan fiction if you want me to change it to the more traditional Jason, I will.

3. Also a lot of people have commented about if J'son will be father of the year and deviate from the comics. Yes, in this story he will be.

I have notice Marvel has a history of 'daddy issue;' Tony Stark and his father, Loki and Odin, Black Widow and her KGB father. I want a father that is going to care about his son, and he is going to get emotional.

Despite the comics there is a good argument that J'son could be a great father. As Peter's mother said, he was angel composed of pure light. A man that defended innocent people like his son protected the galaxy. Would someone like Meredith Quill fall in love with a homicidal maniac?

He cared enough about his son that he sent someone to get him. Maybe the Ravagers were his only option because as a prince and later King people are going to watching him, looking for his weakness. Yes, J'son is mad at Yandu and the rest of the Ravagers. They stole his son and double crossed him. I am not a parent but when I do become one I would want to spend as much time with my children and not miss a thing. J'son will never have that with Peter.

4. Also yes Bowie is after David Bowie, maybe while J'son was on Earth he got into the music of the era.

5. Lastly, enjoy the chapter.

"I got a question here," Rocket said fiddling with the pot that held a baby Groot, "why the hell are we going back to Knowwhere." Despite being twelve hours underway to the illegal mining colony, they were barely halfway there.

Drax was in back of the ship constructing hammocks for everyone to sleep on. Gamora was cleaning the cockpit, thankfully for Quill she hasn't found a black lit yet. Rocket was surprising sitting still in the passenger seat and not turning the toaster into a stun gun. Groot was about four inches tall and was showing a bit more green to him, slowly swaying to the sounds of Mavin Gaye and Tammi Terrell.

"Yes why are we going back," said Gamora putting down the cleaning rag. "I doubt this is a wise move considering the damage we caused to the Collector's home."

"Quill do you even know what you are doing," Rocket said a look of concern on his face.

"Of course I don't, " Quill said shrugging his shoulder. He heard a frustrated sigh and could literally feel Gamora rolling her eyes.

"I told you he was an imbecile," they heard Drax say from down the hatch.

"Hey what do you guys expect from me," Peter said holding his hands up in defense, "four days ago I was thief and I had no question in my mind that my father wasn't the milk man."

"There are men that produce milk on your planet," Drax asked while climbing into the hatch.

"No... it's an expression and a profession," Quill said covering his face in his hand from frustration.

"Quill is right," Gamora said coming to his defense, " we are all out of depth here. For as long as I could remember I always took my orders from someone else. Even when I was still with my biological family. Having nothing to do is...confusing."

"I know what we need to do," Rocket chipped in, everyone turning to look at him. "STEAL SOMETHING AND SELL IT YOU DUMB ASSES."

Quill covered his face again in frustration, Gamora rolled her eyes and cursed under her breath and Drax let out a giggle.

"He does have a good point," Drax said.

"It's more then a good point it's the obvious option here," Rocket said standing up in his chair to get more height.

"And do what with the money," Peter asked with force, "buy fertilizer for Groot? Buy more weapons? We all wanted money but what for?"

Pointing to Gamora, "you wanted the money to get away from Ronan, we can check that off the to-do list," Peter continued.

Pointing to Groot, "Groot only ever wanted water and on most places in the galaxy; it's free."

Pointing to Rocket, "I know for a fact the only thing you really want is to shoot those bastard scientist that did that to you and you can do that without money."

Finally pointing to Drax, "Money can't bring his family back, and God know it can't bring back my mother back."

A somber silence filled the cockpit as they waited for their captain to continue.

"The only thing that matters now is keeping the galaxy safe," Quill said leaning back in his chair as exhaustion hit him. "Word is going to get out about the Infinity Stone, don't forget they're more of them out there. Imagine if Thanos or some other lunatic goes out to find the rest of them."

Letting out an exhausted breath, "what if they destroy a planet that is not yet apart of the Galatic Counsel. A planet, my home perhaps, that is still developing. Who is going to stop them from destroying a civilization that hasn't even made a safe trip to their neighboring planet yet?"

Silence filled the cockpit once more, every one in deep thought.

"Please tell me you have more then 12% of a plan, " Rocket said getting out of the chair and standing next to Quill.

"Yes. Sort of, it's like 58.7% of a plan," Peter said while propping his feet up on the dash board.

"Well let's hear it," Gamora said, leaning against the back of Quill's chair.

"Ok well it seems that our friend, The Collector is the expert on all things Infinity Stone related. So we go to him, hopefully he won't kill us and offer our services to him," Quill said his eyes growing heavy.

"What services do you speak of tired companion," Drax asked moving to head back down to the hatch.

"Our services to find the other Infinity Stones and deliver them to him, " Peter continued letting out a yawn. "From the way he looked at it, that had to have been that first one he seen. So where the hell are the other ones? I haven't heard about one yet and I been stealing for twenty years now."

"Do you think he will trust us," Gamora asked rubbing her neck, exhaustion showing in her as well.

"Well technically he doesn't have a choice and we didn't technically destroy his home. His servant did when she grabbed it," Quill pointed out. "We honored our end of the agreement."

"I don't know about this Quill," Rocket said, "I feel like we might be walking into this blind."

"My eyesight is perfect little mammal," Drax said, "I will guide you."

"That's...not...uggh jeez," Rocket said pulling at the fur under his eyes.

"Even if we are not hired by him, he might have some information as the wear about of the other five," said Peter eyes still closed, hands rested over his chest.

"Then when we find one we'll sell it," Rocket asked excitedly.

"Rocket, after what you just seen on Xander, do you really want one out there for anyone to come across?" Gamora chided.

"What were you going to do with it then Quill," Rocket asked, but instead of a steady answer he was meet with silence.

Gamora leaned over his chair and found Quill fast asleep. Placing her finger on her lips to silence her companion, she leaned over him and double checked the autopilot for Knowwhere. Feeling at tug on her arm she turned and saw Drax handing a brown wool blanket to her, before heading down to his newly constructed hammock. Taking it with a thank you nod she covered Quill up and headed back down as well.

Rocket scurried up on the passenger seat and dimmed the lights throughout the ship and set the transmitter to silence. He highly doubted anyone would need to reach them at this hour. Rocket made a mental note to double check all of the maintenance the Nova mechanics did to the ship, they were not the brightest stars in the galaxy.

Grabbing Groot he jumped off the seat and made his way down to his pile of blankets that he curled up in. He just missed the screen the transmitter screen light up with an incoming call.