Star Crossed

"Come and Get Your Love"

>26 Years Later<

I woke abruptly to the sound of a very large crash in the room next to mine.

"Aw shit!" I heard in a loud whisper as I slowly got out of my bed.

My room was nothing to look at. A medium sized bed with your standard black and white sheets, a night stand with a very regular alarm clock, and on the adjacent wall however was a large gun rack holding two very futuristic handguns, and an array of small knives, one of which I grabbed as I exited the room in search of whomever had woken me.

I had a pretty good idea who the frustrated voice belonged to, so when I spotted Peter Quill sprawled on the ground, I was not surprised in the least.

Setting the knife on the nearest counter, I ignored my clumsy friend, and made my way to the coffee maker.

"Katie! You umm... You moved the ammo crate, and its... uh... right where I walk! That's safety hazard, I can't believe I'm still alive!" Peter explained hurriedly as I began my morning routine.

"We don't have an ammo crate Pete..." I retorted as I handed him a cup of coffee, and made my way to the ship's control center.

He frowned at my smirk and looked at me with a playful expression, to which to stuck my tongue out at. He responded with a hideous face, which I refused to laugh at. Seeing the excitement in his eyes at the new game ( The whole, who can stay serious the longest game), I turned away from my best-friend and speed-walked to our ship's main computer.

The Milano is not a large ship nor a particularly great one, but for us she was perfect. I took my seat in the co-plots chair, as a very grumpy Peter Quill flopped down in his pilot's chair as dramatically as he could.

"Well, there was this huge thing... a... umm.... Big thing..." Peter mumbled to no one in particular.

"I'm sure Pete, I'm sure." I said as I reached over and patted his shoulder sympathetically.

We shared a quick glance, and struggled to maintain our serious composure.

I soon failed and began laughing to myself, shaking my head at his nonsense, and redirected my attention to where our starship was headed.

"Where is that?" I asked Pete as I pointed to a small planet on our navigation screen. Whatever it was, that's where we were heading.

"Yondu wants us to go get some orb, and bring it back to him" Peter signed as he said it.

I slumped lower into my chair.

"Again?" I asked in fake anguish.

"Yep, another one. What is that, the hundredth retrieval this month?" Peter joked as I stood and left him with the control panels.

"Probably" I replied walking back into my room, to prepare for our new "orb" mission.

I pulled my long dark brown hair into a tight pony-tail, and slipped on my usual outfit.

A dark blue tank-top under a black leather jacket accompanied by low black combat boots and dark padded leggings.

I evaluated myself in the mirror, as I did every day, looking for seemingly a hundred flaws that only I could see.

My nose was much too big, and the splay of brown freckles covering it and my cheekbones was completely unacceptable. My large light brown eyes and dimpled chin looked plain and dull, especially when accompanied by my overly defined dark brown eyebrows.

Overall I looked plain. Back on Earth you could easily find a thousand girls with my face, making me look normal there, but out here I just looked like an odd Terran to everyone. One last peek at the mirror showed a red raised bump near my chin, which had appeared overnight. Great. Just what I need. A zit.

Foregoing my arsenal of make-up I paced out of my room, and grabbed my brown leather holster as well as the two handguns from my rack as I passed it.

Strapping on my gun-belt I looked up to find Peter already dressed in his long red coat and black mask. I flipped up the hood on my leather jacket, and grabbed an umbrella as we walked out the door of the ship, and onto a desolate wasteland.

The rain was so bad that my umbrella really didn't help. However I kept it up, mocking Peter and his "I'm too bad ass for a girly umbrella" ways.

Eventually Peter led us to a large stone building, or what used to be a building.

As I knelt to open the doors, Peter stayed back a ways. Once opened, the doors revealed a semi-dry room with multiple cracks in the floor leading to God-knows-where. I turned to ask Pete where the orb was, but he had already skipped past me, and begun dancing amongst a group of small rat like creatures.

Looking closer I could see that he had his headphones on and was listening to it intently, mouthing the words to me and the rat creatures.

Having no idea what song he was listening to I simply followed behind, laughing at his comical gestures.

As we reached a large crack separating the two halves of the room, Peter grabbed my hands and waist and began dancing us towards the large crack.

Knowing very well what he was about to do, I danced with him, laughing at him as he twirled us around almost over the edge into the monster infested crevasse.

He quickly wrapped one arm around my waist and used his other to activate his rocket boots. We flew over the crack with ease.

Hitting the ground on the other side, I let go of him and skipped over to the large set of double-doors directly in-front of us. I took my time unlocking to door, to give Pete the last few seconds of his song.

I stood up satisfied with my work, and dramatically kicked open the doors, as Peter took off his head phones. Inside was a large pedestal holding a baseball sized metal orb.

Peter walked past me towards the orb, and handed me the Walkman.

"Your turn for look-out duty" he remarked as he began doing all fun and interesting stuff pertaining to the mysterious orb.

"Hmmph" I turned my back to the orb and himself, and slid the headphones of the Walkman over my ears to hear the remnants of "Come and Get Your Love."

I closed my eyes and began to sway to the final chords, but then opened my eyes to find a very angry man standing in front of me.

Now that doesn't sound too bad, however the gun in his hand was mere inches from my nose, and his finger rested on it's trigger.