Space Lovers~ Peter Quill- ON HOLD

12. Ain't No Mountain High Enough

The incessant beeping of a vital machine was grinding on my sensitive ears. 

I had to peel my tongue off the roof of my mouth. I felt like I had swallowed a desert and that it had scratched all of my throat. It hurt to breathe. To swallow. To function. 

The weights that had been attached to my eyelids, made it almost impossible to open my emerald eyes. But, in my urge to see Peter, ensuring that he is okay; I push against whatever wishes to keep me in the darkness of sleep and open my eyes.

It's not dramatic or beautiful. My emerald eyes peel open and my eyelashes are sticky with sleep as I squint against the soft light of the room. I have to attempt multiple times to open my eyes to stop the light from creating a burning feeling in my eyes. It doesn't take long for my eyes to wander around the isolated room that is full of advanced displays that project my vitals and the current status of the drugs making their way through my frail body. 

I manage, with a large amount of effort, to lift my head and glance at the messy mop of hair that could only ever belong to Peter Quill. His hands grasping my right one tightly as he sleeps with his head resting atop his forearm.  I go to move my hand, to squeeze his hand or caress his rusty locks of hair. 

But instead, my hand moves through his body. As if I was a ghost and was moving outside my body. As I slowly sit up, I noticed my chest and shoulders were emerging from my own body. My state transparent as I desperately attempted to wake Peter. I gasped his name. My throat closing in protest. My hand flying to my throat at the pain there when I attempted to talk. How long had I been sleeping for? 

Panic, began bubbling in my stomach as I frantically began looking around the room for an answer to this madness. My raven hair, flicking in my face as it dances around my shoulders at my rapid head movements. Had I possibly done this somehow?

"Don't worry child," I familiar, melodic, voice says. My emerald eyes widening in shock at the beauty before me. Her face had aged slightly in the years it had been since I had seen her. Her lushes golden brown locks in many twists upon her head, before falling like a waterfall in waves down her back. The grace she had as she held her head up high and smiled reminded me of the strong queen she is. 

"Grandmother?" I choke. My eyes most certainly deceiving me as Frigga moves from the bottom of the bed to my side. Her blue silk dress flowing freely at her heels as she glides across the floor. Her golden chest plate somewhat out of place in the medical room as she longingly looks at me. My eyes volleying from her form to Peter. Tears prickling at my eyes at the woman I hadn't seen in over a decade. 

"He can't see us, your astral form prevents him from knowing we were ever here, for now," She explains as I cover my face with my hands and begin sobbing. This had to be a nightmare. My grandmother couldn't be here. I had tried many times to talk to her or find traces of her magic through witches many a time, but had never succeeded. I surely had hit my head harder than I initially thought. 

"It's okay. I do not have long, dear child." She takes my hands in hers, rubbing her soft thumbs over them as she looks deeply at my tear stained face, "You have grown to become such a beauty. Your father will be proud of you," My breath caught in my throat at the mention of him. "Never doubt him. He has never stopped looking for you, even when we all feared you dead and among the stars at rest. He has never given up hope," 

I now knew this was a nightmare. This evident point was where I pulled my hands harshly from my grandmothers, or whatever impostor this could be, "You're wrong! My Father is dead! I watched him die and it haunts me every time I close my eyes!" I exclaim, my throat burning at the words I spit, "He's dead!"

"Loki suffered greatly with his wounds, but he is alive and well, Freya-"

"Stop! Just stop it! If he was really alive, then why is he not here! Why you!" 

"Because your father is not dead, and I can draw energy from this side to speak to you in your unconscious state. It's the only way I could speak to you," 

"You're- you're dead!" I whisper. My head spinning at the impossibility of this all. I was having trouble waging what was left and right, never if this projection was my mind playing tricks on me. 

"That I am. We all miss you deeply. But I can see just how happy you are with a family of your own," she smiles gently, taking my hand once again in hers as she motions to Peter.

"Freya, that is not why I am here. You must listen closely, child." Her voice deepening slightly as she looks deeply into my watering eyes to make sure I am listening. I nod quickly, not trusting my voice.

"You are powerful. You're magic holds properties that are beyond this realm. You are able to harness the power of objects that contain infinite power. You already have come in contact with that of the reality and power. There are six you must be aware of,"

"Infinity stones," I gasp, Frigga nodding her head gravely.

"It is important that you collect and harness as much power you can. A great darkness is threatening the universe and will use these stones to destroy you all. You must protect those that can not protect themselves. But beware this power is dangerous. You must be cautious or else I fear it may consume you," Gasping, my hand covers my mouth at the revelation of my grandmother.  

"My precious Freya, you are a warrior not because you win in battle-"

"-but because I always fight." we say together. 

The words of my father ringing through my mind. My heart clenching as she whispers a farewell. Her astral form fading away.

"Be strong, you are everyone's greatest hope." My hand drops into my lap as she takes an elegant step back, "We are all proud of you, Freya."

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It wasn't long after Frigga left, that I awoke from my sleep. Peter delighted when I had squeezed his hand and opened my eyes. Tears and sobs instantly rattling my aching body. I couldn't comprehend how I was to explain this all to Peter. That my father, who I believed to be dead all these years was out there searching for me. That my grandmother was no longer with us. And that I could use the power of the infinity stones to protect others... or harm. 

I had stayed in the hospital for a few more weeks, The Nova Prime thankfully re-building the Milano for our future journey's across the stars. It was then, that it was identified that Peter was only half Terran. This had only been uncovered due to an anomaly in his nervous system. I knew that the Novo- Corps would know about myself being less than normal, but no questions were ever asked.

"Your mother was of earth. Your father however, is something very ancient we've never seen here before,"

I gently whisper against Peters ear as Gamora speaks, "I knew you were more than just Terran if you could keep up with me in bed." Biting his ear, making his hand tighten around my waist as he holds me close to him whilst we are escorted out to a landing pad where the beauty of the restored Milano stands in all her glory. The beautiful ship glistening in the sunlight as we approach her. Climbing aboard and all taking our seats as we prepare for take off, flying fast amongst the stars. 

"Behave," Peter whispers back and a cheeky raise of his eyebrows, "Or I'll have to show you just how powerful I really am,"

I know it's been a while, but I've lost all motivation to write at the minuet. I used to write big blocks of 5+ chapters in one go but I'm barely scraping together anything publishable recently. Think I've re-written this about 4 times and I'm still not happy. 

Lets just see where we go from here! GOT2 will be starting in a few chapters, I have a good idea how I can link us into Ragnarok from there :) 

Much love,

the author x