Ultimate Fanfiction chronicles BOOK 1

CHAPTER 6

"Do you even sleep?" Rocket asked as I flew through the room and perched myself on the seat next to him. "You might want to get new bedding for the spare room." I told him. He didn't ask about the nightmares, I was grateful for that. Then I noticed that a screw was loose on the dash board. "What's wrong with this?" I reached towards the screw and tightened it. The controls made beeping noises and the navigation system came up less fuzzy. "How did you do that?" Rocket asked "I just screwed in that screw." I pointed at the screw "Why didn't I think of that?" Rocket palmed his face. It just made me laugh, not as hard as last time but it still made me laugh all the same. "When do you think we are gonna reach Claytex?" I asked Rocket. "A couple more days maximum, I don't really know to be honest. Space can be unpredictable. But we have plenty of time." Rocket explained. I walked around the controls room and just curiously stared at Quill's tape for a while. I got my IPhone out and started to play 'YouTube rewind's turn down for 2014', Rocket laughed when the music played 'turn down for what?' it was quite funny. "So what is the 'what' then?" I was caught off guard by his question. "I don't really know to be honest." I grappled onto a lonely novel on a bookshelf. It was a terran paper back, nobody had read it. What it was doing there I do not know. It was called 'Before I die' there was a picture of a girl with a headscarf on the front. She had a similar illness to my best friend's, it made me upset to just look at it. I put the book back...tempting though it was to read it, I left it alone. The rest of the song made me calm down from the nightmares a bit more since it was a really good remix, also by DJ Earworm. I felt really hungry by the time the song was over and I think Rocket noticed this. "Have you got any food?" I asked him "Drax is the only other person who eats meat on the ship. So I would ask him before you go rooting through his stuff." Rocket told me like it was some sort of death sentence, yeahhhh. Brilliant, Drax the destroyer had the only food I could eat in the entire ship. Food is food. I climbed down to his bedroom and knocked on the door. "It is the early morn! Come back when I'm not yearning dearly needed sleep!!" Wow...this guy gets really cranky. I knocked again, big mistake. The door shooted up so fast I thought he had broken it. "What do you want feline woman?!" Drax was obviously very pissed off. "Can I have some meat please?" I asked as innocently as I could. He grunted and sauntered inside his bedroom, he came out with two huge lamb chops draped over his shoulders. My senses were tempted to actually tear them off of his shoulders. Drax dropped the meat at my feet and grumbled back to his bed as the door shut in my face. His mourning breath lingered in the air. Making the environment uncomfortable, I didn't know where to eat, not in front of anyone...for sure. So I dragged the food back to my bedroom.

I finished the meal three quarters of an hour later. Rocket didn't come and check on me knowing that I was either: dead, getting my ass kicked or looked like a grizzly mess. So I walked out into the hall and navigated myself to the nearest bathroom, I couldn't remember where it was from last time. I couldn't ask looking a right state. When I got to the door of what appeared to be a bathroom, I opened the door. Gamora was inside and she was brushing her teeth ferociously, I almost ran away when she spotted me looking at her. "Come in here." She said grabbing my wrist. She dragged me into the bright white light of the pristine room and started to scrub at my chin with some toilet roll. I tried to refuse her cleaning up after me, but she insisted, "We've all had our fair share of messes tonight." I didn't know what she meant by that but I didn't want to find out either.

Two days later, we land on Claytex. We had no idea what to do first so we headed to the local bar. I've never actually drunk alcohol before, so I just ordered a water. "You've never got drunk before?" Rocket, shocked asked me. "Well I was in my first year of college when I got arrested, so no." I told him with a firm wave of my hand to the bottles of liquid around the room. "Well, you could start now..." Rocket waited for a reply holding his drink in front of my face. I watched the amber substance swish and dance around behind the glass cup. What the hell... I snatched the glass from his hand and downed the whole thing in one. "Shit...you probably shouldn't have done that." Rocket laughed. "I...wow...he he." The effect of my actions took me by surprise as the world shifted before me. "What was that even called?" I asked with a hiccup forming in my mouth. "Whiskey, it's terran so you've probably heard of it before." I have...and I didn't know it would taste this good. "ha...you're funny." He smiled a bit at this comment but it quickly faded away. "You're just drunk Molly." Rocket stated sadly. "Just drink a little more and we can talk about something less crazy tomorrow!" I laughed, hard and good. It made Rocket get the courage he needed. We drank to our hearts content.

I remember crying, but after that the night was a blur, I just woke up with a really bad headache and the tingle of vomit on my tongue. "Oh...god." I said to the empty room. Or so I thought. I heard a big grunt come from beside me, startled I looked over to the spot next to me in the bed. Rocket was a lump on the quilt, he was curled up in a ball, his tail hiding his face. "HOLY SHIT!!" I fell out the bed and Rocket jumped in surprise. I wasn't naked thank god, neither was he. "What the..." Disoriented Rocket looked around the room to see he wasn't in his usual place in the morning. "Crap! What the hell happened last night Rocket?!" I shouted at him. "You were a lot more drunk then I was...there was..." Rocket immediately blushed (I couldn't actually see him blush due to all the fur, but that sort of expression appeared on his face) and turned away from my view. "there was...what? Rocket?" I asked confused and worried at the same time. "Kissing." He mumbled loud enough for me to hear the three syllable word. "What caused it?" I made it sound like some sort of crime scene, but Rocket didn't take it that kind of way. "I was talking about how I got made into some...cyborg. You started crying and I kissed you. You didn't refuse, so I just kept doing it." I could see that Rocket's bed fur (his whole cheek made it look like he had been in some sort of storm!) was sticking up all over the place so I just smirked as he retrieved his jacket from across the room. "We didn't actually 'do' anything, just to let you know. We just kissed for a while. It doesn't really matter now though does it?" Rocket lingered at my door, waiting for some sort of answer. "I wish I could've remembered myself though." My mouth burst, my fangs just piercing my lip slightly. Rocket turned and smiled at me. "How were the others last night?" I suddenly asked aware that Gamora could have been in the bathroom late in the night again. "Well... Ha ha, Drax got pretty hammered, he ended up back at the ship earlier than us and we heard him sobbing in his room. Gamora and Peter didn't drink anything which was unusual, Groot just drank but... Like you know it had no effect on him. Later on in the night, I walked past the bathroom. I heard someone vomiting, I heard quill, so I thought he had snuck a few beers behind our backs, but he was talking TO someone. Gamora was vomiting and she hadn't drank anything." Rocket finished with a concerned look on his face. "You don't mean?.." I looked at him helplessly. "I wouldn't jump to conclusions... Just wait until she tells us, that is... If she does." Rocket concluded walking out the room with his jacket draped over his shoulder.