He was running...no surprise he'd been doing that since he was eight years old perhaps even longer if he thought about it. But this time...well honestly this felt like it was pretty bad...at least a bigger emergency then usual. Behind he could hear the wails of those chasing him as they fell into his trap...His skin started to glow with power. No! Not now! Do that later! It was then something hit him hard in the back making him stumble and fall on his face with a slam. He was roughly turned over and glared at by being with skeletal frame.

"You..." They rasped. It was then he felt a burning on his skin and abruptly the glow vanished replaced with bone weariness and his chest constricted. He screamed with agony. The being raised a bony arm with was equipped with a blade ready to stab him. It was then that the being was tackled onto their back by two people. One was an older man pale with an almost pasty skin wearing black coat with red lining making him look like a magician. The other was blonde fair skinned woman dressed sky blue coat with mismatched pants that rode up on her calves... the elder soon took control and continued to wrestled with the being keeping them down while the woman pulled him up while yelling at him "GET YOUR SHIFT ON!" And they ran...

And he suddenly woke up nearly slamming into the metal bulkhead at his side with his haste to escape whatever that vision was escaping from. Whatever it was he was fairly sure it wasn't a mere nightmare. A memory perhaps? But what was it? And who were those people? They felt familiar but yet...not. Like looking at before and after photos...which didn't make sense to him.

"What then was that?" He muttered to himself. He sat back down on the cot and tried to marshal his thoughts. That was an odd dream and a bit too specific for his liking. The Medic got off and dusted off his trousers. Perhaps a walk will sort my mind out...can't hurt at this point.

He nodded firmly to himself and after taking a note on where he'd slept so he could find it again he began walking down the corridor. It turned out to be late into the night of the ship. Most of the crew was sleeping snoring up a storm. The Medic snorted as he stared at some of them briefly before moving forward. As he walked he saw a hanger bay with a big array of ships ready for launch. Some were clearly in the repair bay or what looked like one. Their make was unfamiliar which sent a surge of something he'd not felt in quite a long time...Curiosity and eagerness to explore their inner workings. He smiled giddily as he walked to a machine shop and began looking over the contents eagerly. The script in which the maintenance guide was unfamiliar to him but that was fine he had time to figure it out...

Several hours later and he was satisfied that his understanding of both the manual even if he wasn't fluent in the writing and machines had increased and also the work from the engine he'd dissembled was something he'd not happened in a long time...fun. Absolutely positively without a single doubt fun. He honestly couldn't remember a time in which he'd had an absolute blast in working on something. And more to the point something new. This was a great experience.

He smiled as he leaned back into the bench he'd borrowed. His shirt stained with dirty with grease and his hands were grimy but this was the best he'd felt since well...ever. If this is to my life from now one I'd say it's a good thing. Yondu aside that is...

The Medic sighed as he really thought about the situation. Yondu would be an issue. Granted Peter was about twelve which meant that according to the terms of his people on earth...

EARTH! That planet's name flittered across his mind and with it came a truly colossal amount of information and a huge explosion of pain that came from his chest. The Medic just barely stopped himself from falling from his bench and clenched his hearts as the wave agony rolled over him. Finally it subsided allowing him to catch his breath. That goodness for respiratory bypass system otherwise I'd be gasping...huh that's new information. Two hearts and a respiratory bypass. What else do I have that I can't remember?

He shook his head and wiped off his hands on his trousers. There was no use in dwelling on something that clearly was out of his grasp. He looked down at the reflective surface of the machine that he'd been tinkering upon for the past several hours...Wait what's that mark?

It looked like an angry swipe from a beast covered with what looked like a flowing script. Even as he looked at his neck it began to fade with some of the script vanishing with it. He touched it and felt that it like his skin was cool to the touch...

"What is this?" He wondered aloud. It was a mark of sort but he wasn't sure what. Maybe he could ask around when they got to port. After all it couldn't hurt.

"How long have you been up?" The Medic nearly jumped before he espied Yondu looming over him with a confused face.

"Awhile," The Medic said evasively. "That's not illegal."

"You're a pirate idjit most everything you do is now illegal. But it will be a problem if that don't work no more," Yondu huffed.

"It works," The Medic said defensively. "And if it doesn't then I can learn by watching someone do it. It was in the repair bay for a reason."

"That it was," Yondu agreed. "Well we're hitting port today. So you got anything you need then get it."

"I shall," The Medic nodded. Clearly that was enough to satisfy Yondu who walked off. Merlin got up and then began walking towards the cafeteria that Peter had shown him during his tour. The cafeteria had some early breakfast with the crew enjoying various food and drink.

Wonder what I can eat here? He thought as he walked up to the counter grabbing a tray. He smelled over some passing them over when it struck him as inedible while grabbing some others. There wasn't much variety but it would do until he could see what he could digest.

"You ah-ah awake," he heard Peter yawn as he sat down next to him. "I went looking for you."

"I was awake earlier my boy," The Medic smiled at him.

"Oh," Peter said flatly with another yawn catching him. Together they both turned to their meals. Peter wolfed his own down while The Medic careful eat his.

"Something wrong with the grehp?"

"I beg your pardon?"

Peter swallowed down the remainder of the food that he'd stuffed his mouth with and repeated the question: "Something wrong with the grub?"

"Just ensuring that I won't accidentally poison myself," The Medic replied. "Fat lot of good I'd be getting poisoned on basic diet."

"You don't even know what you eat?"

"I'm in a strange place so it's best to be cautious," The Medic said sagely. "So when we get to port what do you plan on doing?"

"Yondu didn't let me go much to port much especially when I was young unless either he or Kraglin or someone else came with me. Just recently I've been allowed to go but...not to the bars or other places the crew goes," Peter said.

Thank heavens he's got enough sense for that, The Medic thought as he drank down...a stimulant...

"Ugh," he said sticking out his tongue. "That tastes like rubbish."

"It's not that bad," Peter protested. "You get used to it."

"Tea is far superior," The Medic countered. "And I'm going to get that once I'm at port."

"Weirdo."

"Hey!" The Medic and Peter jolted and turned to see Kraglin looking at them. "Captain wants you to see to it that the new crew-mate gets an implant so he can get the language done."

"Yes sir," Peter saluted him. The Medic nodded gravely.

"Well then my boy," The Medic turned towards Peter. "Let's get going."

Oh for the love of all things what was bloody taking the git so long! The Doctor huffed and paced impatiently as she watched the crowd. The port was rightly crowded with various peoples. And yes she knew this was her past technically but she needed to get this ball rolling. Her past self should be arriving with the Star Lord on the Eclector at any point.

Then she saw them. Ravagers! She smiled brightly as she watched this clan disperse into the crowds. And there! There he was with young Peter.

"Hang on Star Lord and you too Tick Tock. You're in for a ride."

"Wow," the Medic whispered as he walked out of the Ecletor the port was filled with people's that he was absolutely certain he'd not seen before...

"Brillant!" His shout made some of the other Ravagers stare at him but the Medic didn't care. This was why he'd traveled before getting mixed up in the war. To explore and see everything. No sense in having all of time and space if one wasn't allowed to dip their toes in it so to speak. Wait all of time and space...what?!

"First time?" Peter asked looking at him cutting into his confused thoughts and allowing him to focus on the important thing which was the port.

"First time? No. First time here? Yes if that makes sense," the Medic said.

"Oh what port?"

"Can't name them all because they're all too numerous...one I do remember fondly is Akheten...I took my granddaughter there...she loved it.." the Medic's voice trailed off. He could almost remember her...just barely...No name or image but just a feeling... it seems like his memories were coming back as more information than the actual events. So, in other words, he felt like a walking encyclopedia with no personal memories of his own but plenty of useless trivia. Oh bother.

"You've got a granddaughter?"

"Had," the Medic corrected Peter. "I think she's gone now." Well, at least I remember that much.

"Oh...sorry," Peter muttered embarrassed.

"She's not dead. At least I don't think she is but I just don't know where she is," the Medic said feeling bad for saddening the boy and probably inadvertently reminding him of his own abduction. "I think I left her with someone that thought would give her a good life but I've not seen her since."

"But you think she's dead?" Peter asked confused.

"Alright perhaps she's not dead, but she certainly lost me and for all I know she could be," the Medic said his earlier enthusiasm dying down. Peter drooped but kept walking with the Medic they continued on quietly until he smelled...TEA!

Earl grey from the smell of it. He looked over excitedly to see if he could spot the seller. He looked over to see a yellow skinned humanoid with a crest and sharp teeth. The Medic excited now walked over to small shop filled with knickknacks and what looked to be some...Earth trinkets.

"Whoa," Peter breathed as he looked at the items. He then excited jumped up and down at a car figurine. "Optimus Prime!"

"Straight from Terra!" The merchant said proudly. "I've got all the stuff including..." he pulled out a chest filled with tea leaves and tea set. "Tea! All trinkets needed for your Terran needs."

"How much for the figurine and the tea...and that set?" The Medic asked. Perhaps it wouldn't be too much.

"20 Units for the whole lot," the merchant shrugged.

"I've got some!" Peter shouted shoving his money to the counter. "Thanks!"

"Wait I was going to pay," the Medic protested slightly.

"With what money?"

Ah good point. "Oops."

"It's okay," Peter shrugged as he grabbed the bag. "I mean I got a sweet Optimus Prime so it's good."

"How much is the implant going to cost?" The Medic asked.

"Probably not that much and besides Kraglin said I've got enough... I think."

"You didn't need to spend that money on me," the Medic argued.

"Well you wanted it and I saw something I wanted so it worked out," Peter smiled. "I've got plenty of Units so it shouldn't be a big deal."

"If you say so..."

"Yeah I do! Now come on!"

"Aye aye Captain," the Medic gave him a mocking but playful salute that made Peter smirk. He turned to see...wait was that woman from his dreams?!

He froze as he stared at her. She on the other hand gave him a jaunty wave and a clear "come here" sign that made him walk over with Peter following his wake. She kept ahead of them leading them to alleyway up till the end when she abruptly turned at a corner. The Medic quickened his pace only to stop.

Oh dear...