"Rocket we've saved the galaxy."

"Twice." Drax added

"Why wouldn't they just let us through?" Gamora continued as they began to close in on the Nova corps blockade. The Jump itself had a yellow force filed protecting it, a massive space station sat next to it.

"One, this isn't the Milano; two they don't let anyone through this jump anymore." Rocket was getting more and more agitated; he couldn't even turn to look at Peter who was barely hanging on.

"Rocket we've saved the Galaxy, Twice." Gamora repeated, not understanding the problem. As if on cue the ship shook violently almost knocking Gamora off her feet.

"One of the engines is down!" Rocket shouted, the screens in front now flashing red. Suddenly multiple Nova Corp's ships flew past before surrounding them.

"Do not attempt anything or we will be forced to use lethal force." A voice sounded from one of the Nova Corps ships.

"Oi it's us you idiots, the Guardians." No response. "The Guardian's of the frickin Galaxy!"

"Rocket?" A now familiar voice spoke

"Nova Prime?" Rocket instantly recognised the strong female voice, the authority just seemed to irradiate from her lips.

"What are you lot doing here? Where's your ship?"

"There's no time to explain, Peter is dying, we need to get to Terra!"

"Rocket this jump is locked down; no one can enter. Bring Quill to the station we can,"

"No, we need to get to Terra. Only his own people will be able to save him!" Rocket slammed his fists down onto the controls, the others watched in silence.

"Rocket I,"

"Please." Rocket again cut her off. "Please, he's going to die." Rocket practically begged. Suddenly the orange force filed around the Jump gate dropped.

"Contact us when your ready to return, we will open the jump again."

Rocket not wanting to waste anymore time just headed straight through the jump, praying the other engines would hold.

The ship slammed into the unfamiliar ground. Land stretched out for miles, only a small congregation of trees sat far off in the distance. A large heard of black and brown cattle watched on from nearby, the scorching hot sun beaming down from the almost cloudless sky. Gamora came stumbling out the wreckage, dragging Peter as she held one of his arms over her shoulder.

"Rocket you idiot, learn to land!" Gamora shouted as she readjusted her grip on Peter, she lowered him to the ground, making sure to support his head.

"You a friend of the Hulk?" The strong Texas accent surprised Gamora. Her head shot up, hair flicking back to reveal a man standing next to a large four legged, hooved creature. Some kind of weapon in his hand, pointed right at her.

"No." She simply replied putting her hands up, hoping it was also a universal symbol of surrender.

"How comes I can understand you?" The man continued to point his gun at her, she could see his hands shaking.

"I have a translator, we all do." Gamora slowly got to her feet not wanting to startle the man.

"We?" He asked, but before Gamora could answer Drax suddenly emerged carrying Rocket and Groot.

"Put me down!" Rocket growled as he was carried from the ship. Drax did as he wished.

"Right, now where the hell are…" Rocket noticed the man aiming a weapon at Gamora. "Greenie?"

"It's ok, stay back." Gamora ordered, hoping to be able to deal with this herself.

"Who are you people?!" The man shouted, agitating his horse. He took few steps closer, his dark brown horse stayed behind not wanting to move.

"Were not of this world, but our friend is." Gamora looked down at Peter, his wheezing painful to listen to. The man with his gun still pointed at Gamora looked down at the human, or mostly human man.

"You aliens come here, and all yal do is kill!" The man's hands where shaking more now, his breathing heavier. His finger was even twitching on the trigger as he eyed Gamora's sword on her belt.

"Were not here to hurt anyone." With one hand still in the air she slowly retrieved her sword and threw it a distance away from her. "We just want to save our friend."

"How do I know yal didn't do this to him!" Before Gamora could even think of answering Peter began to thrash around, his body no longer in his control.

"Not again!" Rocket forgetting the danger ran over to Peter, Drax followed with Groot on his shoulder. The man staggered back, aiming the gun at each of them rapidly. Gamora again straddled Peter, pinning his arms to the ground. His head thrashed around, painfully smashing against the dry yellow grass over and over again.

"No stop, leave him be!" The man decided to intervene, he rushed over, trying to scare them away from Peter.

"He's having a…"

"Seizure." Rocket finished what Gamora was trying to say.

"You need to leave him be!" The man shouted again, the gun now directly in Gamora's face. She looked to Rocket and then to Drax who where both ready to tackle the man. Gamora reluctantly did as she was told. She quickly got off Peter and backed away with Drax and Rocket. They all watched painfully as Peter's limbs shook, he seemed to thrash less but he was still shaking excessively.

"What's wrong with him?" Gamora asked, the man with his gun still pointed at them, kept looking down at Peter, who lay at his feet.

"I don't know; my son is the one who knows about all of this."

"Please help him." Rocket suddenly begged, he just stared down at his friend, tears forming in his big brown eyes. The man continued to look from Peter to the others, unsure what to do.

The man had offered to let Drax put Peter on the back of the strange animal, he of course has refused to put Peter's welfare in the hands of a strange creature. They walked in silence as the man rode upon his horse. He informed them It wasn't far, but Drax was still weary. His eyes never left the mans weapon on his belt. The man had also taken Gamora and Drax's weapons and put them in Rocket's bag, before also taking that. The man had asked strangely if there where any other humans on board the ship after examining the bag, Gamora had of course replied with the truth. A farm house suddenly emerged from behind a group of lonely trees, the small building sat beside a barn that was almost bigger than the house itself.

"Hay Dad what was that, the cattle alright?" A voice sounded from the barn, a young man emerged. Like his dad a cowboy hat sat on his head and he wore blue jeans. His eyes met Gamora's, stunned by fear his lips refused to move. He backed away quickly almost tripping up on his own feet.

"Jacob these…" Gamora looked up at the man. "People need your help." He continued have caught Gamora watching him.

"Dad their aliens, they…" Jacob was flustered, he backed off a little more. "They killed mum." He finally said. The man dismounted his horse leading it over to his son.

"Son they look nothing like the aliens that attacked New York."

"He's having another seizure!" Gamora shouted for aid, as Drax slowly lowered Peter's trembling form to the ground. Like before they backed away and painful watched Peter thrash around in the yellow grass.

"He needs your help." The man locked eyes with his son, he had his mothers bright green eyes and her caring heart. Jacob rushed over kneeling by Peter, his father stood with his horse watching closely, his hand resting on his gun.

"What happened, did he hit his head?" Jacob asked calmly, as he delicately pressed two fingers to Peter's neck, the spasms having calmed slightly. Peter's body seeming to weak to even have a seizure. Rocket and Drax and even Groot, looked to Gamora to reply.

"He has a number of injuries."

"Such as? I need to know." Jacob looked up at Gamora, able to push back the fear with the responsibly of someone's life in his hands.

"He hit his head and has a deep wound on his side which was…" Gamora watched Jacob lift Peter's horribly blood stained top, that he at first had just mistaken for being red. The horrible burnt flesh still looked raw. "Dealt with." Gamora could barely look at Peter's bruised and pale skin.

"He's also being seeing shit, like people that aren't there." Rocket added, which startled the young man. He just stared Rocket down before taking a deep breath and returning to his patient.

"Ok we need to move him." Jacob went to take Peter by the shoulder when Drax pushed him out the way and hooked his arms under Peter and cradled the dying man.

"Take them to the house, I'll be there in a second." The man approached his son, forcing his gun in his hand. Jacob looked down at the weapon, disgusted with the way it felt. He went to give the gun back, but his father was already leading the horse into the barn.

Drax lowered Peter down onto the settee, the dark leather stuck out in the almost all white interior. The light brown floor and wooden beams where the only other noticeable colour in the small front room. Jacob pulled a chair up next to Peter and placed a large black duffle bag at his side. He stared at the gun in his hand before putting it to one side, he could see the life of the man in front of him was precious to those around him.

"He's human, right?" Jacob asked as he pulled on a pare of blue latex gloves

"Mostly." Drax replied before Gamora promptly kicked him in the leg. He didn't even flinch. Jacob pulled a tiny flashlight from the large black bag, peeling one of Peter's eyes open before shining the light into it. After a few seconds he repeated this with the other eye. In silence and with complete concentration he ran his hands along the back of Peter's sweaty head, his fingers quickly brushed over the scabby wound.

"You said he's been hallucinating?" Jacob questioned pulling his hands out from behind Peter's head, he then put the back of one of his hands to Peter's sweaty forehead.

"In the end I don't think he could even see us." Gamora thought back to their time in the forest. Jacob again pulled up Peter's top, his face contorted at the sight of the wound.

"Peter, while he was still responsive told us that he needed medicine." Gamora informed Jacob.

"Antibi-something." Rocket added.

"Antibiotics?" Jacob asked as he pulled cleaning solution from his bag, trying hard not to look at the talking raccoon that stood beside him.

"You got any?" Rocket asked, worried they had come all that way for nothing. Putting the cleaning salutation and bandages he had just retrieved to one side, he pulled out two small orange bottle of pills from his bag. He collected two pills from each bottle.

"lift his head up." Jacob ordered as he fetched a bottle of water from the glass coffee table. Gamora was there in seconds, with her gentle green hands lifting Peter's head. Jacob made Peter swallow one pill at a time before he made Gamora set his head back down. "They should make the swelling in his brain go down, stopping the seizures." Jacob turned to his guests before proceeding in diagnosing Peter.

"He's septic." Jacob finally diagnosed after checking Peter's blood pressure.

"Septic?" Rocket stared Jacob down.

"His organs have started to shut down." Jacob retrieved an IV drip from his bag and began setting it up. Jacob wasn't use to prying eyes watching him as he worked. Jacob hooked the bag of fluids on the back of the wooden chair, before having Drax assist in removing Peter's red leather jacket and blood stained top. He then inserted the IV needle in Peter's wrist before securing it with some medical tape. Again he delved back into his black medical bag grabbing a fresh needle, still in it packaging, and a small bottle of liquid. After pulling the needle from the packaging he plunged it into the bottle, Jacob didn't blink as he measured the right amount. He could feel the others eyes burning into the back of his head as he inserted the needle into Peter's arm, wanting the medicine to get directly to his blood stream. He sat back in his chair, finally picking back up the cleaning solution and cloth.

"I am Groot?" The little tree like the others had been watching with unblinking eyes. He had sat on Drax's shoulder the entire time.

"Will he be ok?" Rocket translated. Groot had asked the question that had been dying to leave their lips. Jacob again trying not to look at Rocket or Groot began to clean Peter's wound, keeping a close eye on his chest as he barely breathed.

"I don't know, he's in critical condition. Only time will tell." Jacob looked up to find his Dad watching from the doorway, another gun in his hand.

Authors Notes

Hello all, all the reviews have been amazing so thought I would make this chapter quite a bit longer. So hope you enjoy this extra long chapter, I know I enjoyed writing it. Love to know what you think as always, look forward to reading the reviews . See ya soon.