I stare boredly out the window at Morag. I don't know why I let Peter talk me into staying on the sidelines for this "mission." He probably just wanted to be a dancing dork by himself. What a loser! I wonder what he did with that girl from last night, I doubt it was anything decent.
"Hey, Brooke," I hear Peter's voice say over my earpiece, "would you mind opening the bridge hatch for me?"
"What happened?" I ask as I activate my mask and open the roof. "Wait, let me guess. You made some new friends, but you didn't play nice and now they're trying to kill us?"
He slides in and shuts the roof. "Not exactly." He starts to take off while I buckle myself in. "I don't think they ever wanted to be friends really." He dodges a blast his not-friends shoot at us. He starts to fly away from where the group is standing. "But I totally scored in the treasure department." He gets distracted and flies towards a geyser. "Look at this..." He gets cut off by being thrown around the bridge. I roll my eyes at him, this is why I buckle up.
"Not the time to be distracted, Peter," I yell. I watch as he struggles to climb back up to his seat.
"Little help here."
"Say the magic word."
"Brooke!" I give him a look. "Please!" I smirk and take control of the ship. I hear Peter hit the back of the ship. We stabilize quickly and I hear Peter sigh. "Was that really necessary?"
"You should take every opportunity to be polite," I say matter of factly. "Plus, it was the perfect payback for making me wait on the ship."
"At least this baby's ok," I hear him add. I unbuckle and turn to see him holding the Orb we came to get.
Suddenly, the floor hatch opens up and the girl Peter had over last night comes from it. "Peter, what happened?"
I look over at Peter and see him confused. Of course he forgot about her. "Hey," he begins, "I..." He starts snapping his fingers and looks to me for help.
I shake my head. Does he really think that I take the time to learn the names of the girls he sleeps with? I have more important things to do than babysit his one-night-stands. "Bareet," she informs us.
"Bareet!" Peter repeats like he knew the whole time. I can't believe I'm related to him. "Look, I'm gonna be totally honest with you." He won't. "I forgot you were here." He did.
"And this is why we work on manners," I say. I walk towards Bareet. "Let's get some breakfast, sweetie." I usher her down the hatch and motion for Peter to follow us. I turn on the news from Xandar while Peter begins looking for another woman to sleep with on some program he downloaded.
I watch as Bareet gets herself something to drink, but I turn my attention to the news when they talk about the Kree. Apparently there are riots across their empire over the treaty with Nova Prime. This is why I don't get into politics. I look over at a hook on the wall behind the screen.
The hook holds the hat I had in Peter's bag when we left Terra. It's a faded Disney baseball cap from a trip we took just before my mom got pregnant with my sister. I wonder if she's into Terran politics or even Disney. I wonder if she's even alive or safe. My thoughts of her are cut short by Bareet answering a call.
"Quill?" Yondu says over the speakers. I suddenly become aware that Peter had been playing music before this. It's on so often that I only notice when it isn't on. Peter greets Yondu nervously. Granted, I'd be nervous if I were in his place as well. "I'm here on Morag. Ain't no orb, ain't no you, and ain't no girl either."
"Well," Peter starts, "Brooke and I were in the neighborhood."
I jump in over whatever he's saying. "Don't drag me into this. You flew here. I am at no fault."
Yondu steps in before we can start arguing. "Well, where are you now?"
Peter covers my mouth to stop me from answering for him. "I feel really bad about this, but we're not gonna tell you." He's trying to get us killed now.
"I slaved putting this deal together..." Yondu begins to rant.
"Slaved?" Peter interrupts. "Making a few us calls is 'slaved?' I mean really?" I'm on the verge of biting. Is he really going to try so hard get us killed for a few quick units?
I do exactly what I'm thinking and he pulls away quickly. "I'm going to make sure we don't hit anything," I say. "Play nice." That's not going to help the situation, but I try.
I climb to the bridge and stare out into the nothingness. This is the view that people back on Terra dream of, and I'm sick of it. I want to see the green grass and plain houses I remember from the short time I lived there. Despite how much I've given up on returning, the picture I paint in my head gets me through the tough times I've had to face up here.
Xandar starts to come closer, so I call down to Peter and Bareet. She changes back into the clothes she had come in and we land the ship. Peter tries to have a goodbye, but it's kind of a mute point at this point given everything that happened. She leaves us and we walk to the Broker's. "Ok, Brooke," Peter says, "you're going to wait outside in case Yondu and the Ravagers somehow catch up to us. They'll trust you if you tell them that I left you behind."
"They're not that stupid," I tell him. "Unlike you. I'll stay though. Never was too fond of the guy." He nods and leaves me behind. I walk around a bit to look a little less like a bodyguard. The first thing to catch my attention is a tree and a raccoon. They look really suspicious, constantly looking over at me and the Broker's shop. Not a good sign. I walk a little closer. "Do you have a problem with me or something, gentlemen?"
They jump at my voice. The raccoon looks at me insulted. "I don't know where you'd get an idea like that, ma'am," he says politely. "My friend and I were just discussing about how lovely you are." Before I can respond on how much bullshit that is, we hear Peter yell. "Groot, someone's trying to nab our bounty. Get the girl." He runs off after the Peter and some girl while the tree grabs me by the ankles. Struggling is completely useless here, and I get put into a bag.
I can feel myself being carried somewhere. Where the hell is my blaster? It's always on my right side. After feeling for a good moment, I'm dropped onto the ground. I climb out to see a three way fight between the girl, Peter, and the tree/raccoon. I place my hands on my hips, angry to have been in the bag and dropped. As soon as I do that, I can feel my blaster on my left side. Of course. Before I even fire a shot, the Nova Corps step in. "Put your weapon down," one of them yells at me.
I drop it and get grabbed by a few of them. I see Peter with another corpsman, Dey if I remember correctly from the last time we saw him. I didn't do anything in the fight, and I still get arrested. I hate the system.
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Twilight's Spell
FanfictionBrooke, the sister of Peter Quill, has never fit in perfectly. She mourns the sister she was forced to leave behind on Earth and always feel that she must prove herself worthy of the attention her siblings so easily earn. (Includes Guardians of the...