Spoilers from Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2

Time was strange as Peter slipped in and out of consciousness, he remembered numbness, his legs refusing to do their job. He remembered crawling, he defiantly remembered crawling.

'Was that a voice?' Peter's muddled mind struggled to process information. Pain, that's defiantly pain. Even with a weight on his right arm it still jolted upright, knocking whatever weighed it down off. Peter could feel someone slip their arms under his. 'Here we go again.' His bewildered mind managed to get a thought together, as he was dragged across small smooth stones. Something cool suddenly glided across his body, his shivering form worsening. He was freezing, it felt like someone had pulled him into ice. He could feel small hands trying to avoid the gash on the back of his head as they kept his face out the Ice-cold water. A panic suddenly sent through him, the water every now and then lapped over his chest. He managed to pull himself back on the edge of consciousness. He had cried out for his Walkman and that tape it held within, a gift that was the last act of love his mum had been able to express. A voice spoke, the owner lost in his mind. He was able to comprehend one word. 'Safe.' That was enough for Peter, his eyes now glued shut. The pain in his stomach which had retuned briefly, but now completely gone. His heart no longer pumped enough blood to his limbs for them to function, they where now just dead weight in the water.

"Peter." A voice called, this voice Peter recognised.

"Mum?" His lips managed to whisper before he was dragged into a realm of darkness.

Rocket hadn't been able to wake Peter, he tried everything after pulling him from the water. Yelling, slapping, even cruelly prodding his wound. No reaction, Rocket checked every few minutes to see if he was still breathing. After the lack of results Rocket did all he could, removing Peter's red jacked and bloodied shirt before hanging them over a fallen tree trunk he had dragged Peter over to. Using the rucksack, he propped Peter's head off the ground. The comfortable heat helped dry the soaked cloths. Rocket put his hand to Peter's forehead, sweat had already began to reform but he was considerably cooler. Rocket's eyes where dragged to the sky as the sun suddenly began to disappear behind some trees. The red ball of fire let down a gentle orange glow down onto the planet. Three moons starting to creep into the sky, the water that calmly splashed near by brought to life by the setting sun as Rocket collected fire wood nearby.

"Peter." A voice called through the darkness.

"Mum?" He recognised the voice immediately. He could suddenly feel a surface beneath his feet, as a light emerged in the distance. "Mum!" Peter called with joy as a figure stepped out from the light. He rushed over to her, breaking into a sprint.

"No!" She screamed at him, one hand outstretched. He grinded to a halt, he was close enough to see the tears on her face. The bright yellow light behind her angelic.

"Mum I've missed you!" Peter called, his own tears dripping down his face, but his voice unfamiliar in a way.

"Turn round Peter." She begged, her emotions getting the better of her. "Turn round Pete" Peter only then noticed something was off, he was much shorter and when he looked at his small delicate hands he understood. He was a kid again, crying for his mother.

"But Mum!" He cried out dropping to his knees. "I love you." He whimpered

"I love you too, my little Star-Lord." She cried back as she slipped back into the light. Peter had to fight the urge to chase her, instead he let his head hang low and closed his weeping eyes.

Peter woke alarmed, he launched up into a sitting potion, he stomach then exploded with pain sending him back down. His already damaged head hit hard against the rucksack.

"About time sleeping beauty." Peter pulled his pounding head up enough to find Rocket crouched by a fire, which battled the darkness of night around them. The flames reflected an orange glow on the raccoon's fur, as he prodded the flames with a stick, now and then adding a new branch. Peter using his exceptionally fragile arms was able to pull himself slowly up and rest his shoulders against the fallen tree behind him, doing his best to keep his stomach straight. "You seem better; your delusional mumbling was starting to worry me." Rocket tossed the last stick into the fire before approaching Peter.

"Really?" The fur-balls concern giving Peter an insight to how fucked he actually was.

"Yes, well its not like you make sense half the time anyway." Rocket replied retrieving Peter's red jacket that had been draped over him. While Peter was out he had managed to get his dry blood stained shirt back on, the amount of effort it took just to do that lead to him just draping his jacket over him like a blanket.

"Lets see how its look-in then, shall we." Rocket watched Peter wince as he tired to get comfortable against the smooth barked fallen tree. Peter nodded in approval as he went to pull up his top. The blood had already seeped through the bandages, without anything else to dress it Rocket just pulled the top back down.

"How's it look-in doc." Peter joked, forcing a smile as the pain started to get to him.

"Peter." Rocket's serious tone put him on edge. "The metal that was in you, seemed to have missed most of the important stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Otherwise you would already be dead." Rocket slumped down next to Peter staring into the dancing fire.

"That's good news right?" Peter looked down at his friend, the fire reflecting in the drips of sweat on his own face.

"I think your spleen was hit, explains how the the infection set in so fast."

"Infection?"

"Yes Quill, Infection. Why do you think your sweating so much?"

Peter looked around "Climate?"

"No Quill" Rocket pulled the rucksack from next to Peter over to him, he began pulling out all the parts he had gathered from the ship.

"Heard from the others?" Peter asked, resting his head back so he was staring up at the three moons that beamed down on them, the gentle lapping of the water threatened to send him to sleep.

"Nope." Rocket replied, already cutting wires with his sharp teeth and and connecting components together.

"Have you tried to reach them?"

"No Jackass I haven't, I've been to busy keeping you alive."

The awkward silence was unnerving, after a few minutes of listening to Rocket tinker with whatever he had salvaged from the ship, he noticed something.

"Where's Groot?" Peter questioned, pulling his head back up to look at Rocket. Without a word he lifted a single claw and pointed behind him. Peter awkwardly turned his head as much as he could to find a small Groot curled about twenty centimetres away on the fallen tree. Silence retuned, Peter could feel sleep calling. His eyes began to flicker.

"No, no you don't!" Rocket suddenly dug something sharp into Peter's bare arm, a shock ran through him.

"Ow! What was that for!" Peter's eyes flew open as his muscles twinged, he lay still, trying to settle the pain. Rocket took the exposed wire he had shocked Peter with and connected it with another wire.

"Keeping your dumb-ass awake, so you don't take a one way trip into dream land."

"Well I'm sorry, the silence was boring me to death." Peter once again attempted to get comfortable, he wiped sweat from his brow, even that was exhausting. But at least he could make a coherent sentence and actually think.

"How's your head?" Rocket asked, still not looking at him.

"Sore, but working I guess?" Peter questioned himself

"Might have knocked some sense into you." Peter laughed, but the pain cut him off quickly. He could see Rocket's brown eyes watching him as he laid his head back again.

"You wish." More silence.

"You where calling out for your Mother earlier." Rocket announced, Peter remembered hearing her voice and nothing more. "So I know your Father turned out to be a huge dick and everything, but what about your Mother. You've never really talked about her." Peter remained silent. "My Mother would eat her young if they showed feverish symptoms." Rocket recalled, the memory immobilized his hands

"She was kind." Peter stared up into the sky.

"Well if you say so, I thought eating your offspring was a no go." Rocket replied, quickly getting back to work.

"No, my Mum. She was kind." Peter corrected, his eyes staring up at the extreme number of stars.

"I was the runt, my Mother tried to eat me. The scientists and robots that ran the planet raised me, well built me. I was never given a name. Just a number." Rocket didn't notice his hands had once again fallen still.

"I watched my Mum die because my Dad turned out to have put a tumour in her head, I was then abducted by aliens straight after." Peter smiled at Rocket, he smiled back.

"I have to put up with you." Rocket stated, looking directly at Peter.

"Point taken." Peter smiled and turned away, looking back up at the stars.

Authors Notes

Hay guys, I love writing this story so much. Thank you everyone for the reviews so far, can't wait to see more. What did you guys think of this chapter? Bit funny, bit sad, hope it turned out ok. See you all soon.