far and away | quill

two

Dark.

She woke up in darkness, not yet fully aware until she heard breathing.

"Turn the light on," she demanded. When the light was turned on, she squinted at first.

Her grey eyes adjusted to look at a man who's arms were crossed.

"You've been out for four hours, I thought Drax killed you. I told him specifically that I needed you alive and well for the officers," he watched her and shifted his weight.

"Don't you think it's cruel to kidnap someone?" She asked, he watched her closely.

"Don't you think it's wrong to kill?"

"I don't just kill, I steal, and burn, and hurt people," she said evenly, crossing her arms as well.

"I'm taking you in because it's the right thing to do."

She rolled her eyes, she found his self righteousness disgusting.

The door opened and the grey man walked inside.

"Quinn, meet Drax the Destroyer, your shooter-"

"We've met," she grit her teeth. Drax grinned.

"Sorry cupcake, it had to be done. You're welcome for stitching you up though. By the way, your friend's alright-"

"What'd you do to him? If you hurt him, so help me God, I will kill you all in your sleep," she said tightly.

"He's back on Huron, we sedated him so we could move him and get to you."

"Take me back."

"No," the red-head stated.

"Let me talk to him," the two men looked at each other, then back at her.

"One call," the red-head helped her sit up and gave her a device to call him.

The two men left the room.

"Hello?" His voice was quiet, muffled bar yells were in the background.

"Jamey, thank God you're okay," she breathed.

"Quinn?" He relaxed immediately at the sound of her voice. "Where are you? I'll come and get you."

"The grey guy, Drax, kidnapped me. They're taking me to the police. I'm going to get out though, I'll be home soon."

"Be careful Quinn, please."

"I will," after a few moments of silence she asked, "James?"

"Yeah?" She bit her lip.

"I'm scared."

"I know, take a breath. I'll be here when you get home."

He hung up. She breathed shakily. She wiped the corner of her eye and sat up, gripping the communicator.

"You can come in," she called. The red-head entered.

"What's your name?" She asked innocently.

"Star-Lord," his pride began to show, "Also known as Peter Quill."

"Peter," she tested the name out, "Would you be so kind as to help me get up? And maybe walk around?" She was playing with his trust.

He nodded, and helped her off the bed. She took note of his strength, she'd have to be careful of it if they ever fought.

He took her arm over his shoulder, it was an awkward situation due to his being much taller than her. He was taller than Drax as well, which made her feel more secure about her height.

He walked her out of the room and into the main corridor. He sat her on a couch and turned on the space news. She watched it calmly as she tried to focus on just his thoughts.

Her ability was fairly new, so she hadn't mastered it yet.

But she understood he was planning to take her to Superior, the biggest Nova Corps prison in the galaxy. It was a two day pilgrimage from Huron, without stopping for gas.

He was also nervous about someone, it wasn't her by the way he was feeling. He felt compassion for this someone.

Her snooping was interrupted by a raccoon walking casually in front of the screen. He was decked out in rounds, combat boots, a jacket, and pants.

He sat right next to her on the coach.

She thought she was seeing things.

"What're we watching?" He asked her like he had said it every night of his life.

"The news," she stammered, "If you don't mind my asking, you are a talking raccoon, right? I'm not crazy?"

"No, he is," Peter called from the cockpit, "Rocket, where's Groot?"

"Groot?" She echoed. Rocket sat up and nodded to a tree-like being who took the same path as he did. Except the tree sat on her other side.

"I am Groot," it stated.

"I am Quinn," she mimicked.

"Don't you dare make fun of him," Rocket said. She turned to the animal, "I'll peel your skin off and beat you with it." He snarled, baring his teeth.

"Settle down, Rocket," Drax entered the room. Rocket glared at him and sat back down.

Drax went to the cockpit to talk to Peter, she focused on their conversation and heard it inside of her skull.

"Any word from Gamora?" Drax had asked.

"No," Peter stated, regaining that nervous feeling.

"I'm sure she's fine, she's a tough cookie-"

"Doesn't make it okay not to check in," Peter said tightly. His eyes were locked on space, his hands were white from gripping the controls.

"Let her go, Peter," Drax said.

"Why should I have to?" He raised his voice, she instinctively tensed.

The conversation ceased and she could hear the news again, and Rocket's one-sided conversation with the tree.