A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed this story so far! I hope you are enjoying it! Here is the next chapter, enjoy! I also put a twist to the story, in which the Sirens are evil. I had also decided for them to live in a marshy area, therefore, I chose A-Chiltar as their home world.

Gamora's eyes flutter open as she notices the handsome man sound asleep next to her; his arm tangled in her hair and his other arm resting on her middle. They must have shifted in their sleep, because Gamora noticed she was even closer to Peter. His nose was nuzzled in her hair. She actually found it kinda...cute. Without realizing, she nuzzled more into his chest. Big mistake. She didn't move a muscle, as he opened his eyes and softly smiled at her. "Hey." He whispered, as he picked his head up enough to see her.

"Hey." She whispered back, still not moving.

"Sleep well?" Gamora nodded. "Good." Peter put his head back.

"Peter, friends can lay like this together and fall asleep, right?" Peter seemed hurt by those words. He was starting to think that he liked Gamora more than a friend. Oh, the hell with it. Who was he kidding? He didn't think he liked Gamora that way, he knew he did. He may even lov-. He couldn't even finish the word for some reason.

"Oh, yeah. We do it all the time." He said awkwardly, clearing his throat. He could see the hurt in her eyes, as well. Did she feel the same? At some points if felt like it, but, at other times, it seemed as if she hated his ass.

"Well, um, we should probably get up. Don't want to get teased by Rocket all day." Gamora said as she got out of bed.

Peter got up as well. Gamora had just noticed that he wore nothing besides a pair of grey sweatpants. She glanced at his abs, then looked away quickly, trying to hide the blush from her cheeks. Peter smirked a little when he saw her blushing. Gamora, who was embarrassed, quickly stormed out of the room, leaving a smirking Peter watching her backside.

A few hours later, Peter had called the Guardians into the meeting area of the ship. He stood in front of a hologram, projecting an object that looked like a necklace with an object attached that resembled a scallop. Peter turned around, as the Guardians walked in. Everyone took their rightful seats and turned their attention towards Peter.

"We have just received a distress call from Nova Prime." Peter pointed to the object on the projection. "This is the Siren Necklace. Its use is to enable the weird, mermaid-looking folk, known as the Sirens, to use their voices to lure men to them and well...they kill them." Peter lost his train of thought, as shivered at the thought of being lured to death. "Anyways, Nova Prime had this object safely secured with the Nova Corps. and apparently, their security wasn't good enough, since it was stolen and returned to A-Chiltar. Now, the Sirens are, once again, luring men to their deaths. Prime wants us to safely return the necklace to them."

"How much are we talking here?" Rocket asked with a smirk.

Gamora rolled her eyes. "Does it matter?"

"Yeah, it does."

"I am Groot." Groot chimed in. He was now fully grown and able to help them on missions again.

"Stop lying. You care how much you get paid." Rocket snapped at him.

"Five hundred units. I figured that gives everyone, a hundred each." Peter finally announced.

"Really?" Rocket said with disappointment.

"Dude, they're still building like half of Xandar; of course we're not going to get paid a lot of units. The mission isn't even going to be that difficult."

"Peter, you're missing the point. The mission is more difficult than you think. Remember what you said? The part when you said that they lure men and kill them, with their voices? You also forgot that there are three men on this ship." Gamora said, looking into his eyes longer than necessary.

"Four! Groot's a guy, right?"

"I wasn't talking about Groot."

"I'm a guy!"

"Mm-hmm, sure."

"I do not understand, is Peter a male? Why are you assuming that he is otherwise?" Drax asked.

"Nevermind, it still doesn't matter. The point is, you guys need to be careful."

"Come on, I can withstand them." Gamora just glared at him. "Let's just get going, okay?"

Soon, the Guardians had finally landed on A-Chiltar. It was definitely a marshy planet. Most of the planet was covered with them. The sky was cloudy and there was fog everywhere, especially over the marshes. Trees with dangling vines covered most of the remaining land, which made it hard for Peter to land. Once they did, Peter immediately put on his headphones and started to head out with the rest of the guys, until a familiar touch stopped him.

"Peter, i'm serious; be careful." Gamora said with worry showing in her eyes.

"Don't worry, I will. By the way, I think it's really adorable how you care so much." That comment pissed Gamora off, as she punched him in the shoulder after he spoke. "Ow."

"I..I do care; all of the time. How dare you say that!" She stuttered. Why was she stuttering? She never stuttered.

"Never said you didn't and it was a compliment. You're so offensive all the time, you need to chill."

"No, Peter. I don't. Just be careful." She said quickly, before exiting the Milano.

Peter lead the Guardians to a marsh that was covered with the most fog. "So where is this necklace?" Rocket asked with disgust, as he looked at the dirty water that he could barely see. "Please don't tell me it's under there." Peter didn't respond. "Yo, Pete!" Rocket slapped his leg. Peter took the headphones off. "Where is the necklace, Dipshit?"

"Under the water. We need to swim underneath and grab it."

"Which I will do, on my own." Gamora added, as she put on a mask and started to walk into the marsh.

"Gamora, you're not doing this on your own." Peter called to her.

"Cover me." She responded before diving underwater.

"Gam!" Peter rolled his eyes. "Can't she listen for once."

"I heard that!" A female voice said through his intercom.

"Maybe she is right, Quill. She will not be affected by the vocals of the Sirens. It will only be wise to have her retrieve it." Drax added.

Peter rolled his eyes and pressed a small button on his intercom, as he talked. "Just be careful, keep us updated and tell us when you need help."

"Won't need it."

Peter rolled his eyes again and signaled for the rest of the Guardians to get in their positions. Underneath the water, Gamora looked around for the necklace. So far, she hadn't seen a Siren yet, and she wanted to keep it that way. She eventually came across the necklace. It looked identical to the one Peter had projected on the hologram. The necklace laid on a stone pedestal that was covered in moss. She quickly grabbed it and started to return to the surface.

"Peter, I got it. I'm heading up."

"Okay. Any Sirens?"

"No, shockingly."

Peter turned to the Guardians. "Something isn't right." He pressed the button again on his intercom. "Keep you're eyes peeled, you don't know when a Siren will appear." Before Drax could ask, Peter held up a hand. "Idiom, Drax."

"Peter, I will. Stop worry-" A gasp came through Peter's intercom, then static.

"Gamora? Gam? Hello? Gamora!" Peter ran towards the water. He took his jacket off and jumped into the marsh.

"He's going to frickin' kill himself because of the love he has for Green Girl!" Rocket exclaimed, running his claws through his fur.

Under the water, Gamora was caught by surprise, when a Siren grabbed her leg. She whipped around as the intercom flew out of her ear and landed on the floor of the marsh. She grabbed her Godslayer and swung it at the Siren, still keeping a tight grip on the necklace. The Siren dodged it and let out a screech. It dove towards her. Gamora dodged it, dropping her Godslayer. "Shit!" She exclaimed. She dove down to get it. As she reached for it, she realized she'd dropped her com and it broke. "This day couldn't get any worse." Then again, it could. Out of nowhere, the Siren scratched Gamora's leg. She screamed in pain and dropped her Godslayer again. She kicked the Siren, trying to forget about the throbbing pain coming from the bottom of her opposite leg. But just as she least expected it, another Siren cut the strap of her mask and it fell off. The more she tried to fight them off, the more came. She was running out of time and breath, so she started to swim back to the surface, leaving her Godslayer at the bottom of the marsh. She had been in the water for five minutes already without a mask and she started to lose consciousness. 'I have to keep my eyes open. I have to keep going. I have to give this to Peter. Peter, I have to-' Before she could finish her thought, everything went black.

"Gamora? Gamora!" Peter yelled through his mask and music. Thank God his Walkman and headphones were waterproof. He finally found her slowly sinking to the bottom, with a gaping gash on her leg, as the Sirens started to surround her. He took out one of his quad blasters and blasted towards the Sirens, scaring them away. He swam towards Gamora, picking her up, bridal style and grabbing her Godslayer along the way.

Once they got to the surface, Peter laid her on the ground. He pressed the button on the side of his mask, revealing his face. "Here! Get this to the ship and get it running!" He ordered as he threw the necklace to Rocket. Rocket nodded and ran to the ship, Groot and Drax following behind him. Peter checked her breathing. She wasn't. His heart started to race, as he checked for her pulse. There was one, but it was weak. "Jesus Gamora, don't leave me!" He began chest compressions. Still not breathing. "You're gonna kill for this if...when you wake up." He tilted her head back and plugged her nose. He put his mouth to hers and breathed into her. She still wasn't breathing. He tried again. Still, nothing. Peter started to give chest compressions again. "Come on, Gam. Just frickin' breathe!" A faint coughing came from the body below him. He stopped compressions and watched her cough up water. "Gam."

"Peter? You saved my life." She said in a hoarse voice.

"I know. I have to admit you scared me there."

Gamora chuckled weakly and suddenly, screeched in pain. Crap, she forgot about that.

Peter looked over at her leg; it was bleeding severely. "Jesus, Gamora. What the hell happened?"

"I got scratched by that son of a bitch."

Peter had to admit those ugly-ass mermaids had some pretty frickin' sharp talons, that they have for nails. So sharp, that even a person, as strong and stable as Gamora, couldn't handle the pain that came from it. "You're gonna need that checked out." He said. Peter ran over to his jacket and brought it back to Gamora. He ripped off part of the fabric, inside and tied it tightly around Gamora's wound. She cried out in agony.

"Peter-" She panted. "Your jacket."

"It's fine. I needed a new one anyway." He gave her a weak smile and carefully picked her up, bridal style, carrying her to the ship.