Hey there!

I finally saw this movie (after being convinced that I need to have fun more often) after not wanting to because I'm not usually interested in superhero movies. Part of the conversation leading up to this was as follows:

Friend: It's not your typical superhero movie with *'SPLOSIONS* and shit. It has heart.

Me: It sounds like it's about a bunch of losers in space.

YES. THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT THIS MOVIE IS ABOUT. THEY LITERALLY SAY THEY'RE LOSERS.

And at the end I was all, "DANCING BABY GROOT!" :)

-ahem- anyway...

I write fluff. Lots of fluff. The two things I'm known for writing is fluff and tragedy (odd combination, I know.)

So get ready for little bits and snippets of baby Groot fluff as our heroic crew tries to figure out what to do with him while he's still stranded in a pot.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, not nothing. Just nothing owned by Marvel.

Peter Quill awoke to a strange sound—a shrill, shrieking noise that echoed eerily through the ship. Groggily he sat up—his companions were still asleep, he noticed—and made his way up to the deck and the source of the sound. It was coming from the back somewhere, that much was certain. Stumbling around in the dark wasn't helping, so he turned on the light.

There, on a table in the very back of the deck space, bathed in the light of nebulous clouds, was a very distressed little Groot. Restrained to his pot, he had been forgotten when the crew of the Milano turned in for the night. Peter was surprised—how could any of them, especially Rocket, have forgotten he was still up here? But that didn't matter now. Every few seconds Groot would throw his tiny head back and wail. Poor little guy, thought Peter.

"Hey, buddy." he spoke softly as he climbed behind the backseat. "Sorry we left you all alone."

"I am Groot!" wailed Groot in a tiny voice.

"Yeah, I know you're scared." Peter replied, sitting down at the table. He extended a finger and patted Groot on the head gently. Groot's response was to wrap his twig-like arms around Peter's finger and hug it to him. He could feel the tiny tree-creature still trembling with fear. Groot was still Groot, but he was also now a baby. Or a seedling, or—whatever he was, he now had the mannerisms of a child. The crew would have to be more careful with him from now on, until he grew back. Peter pondered over just how long a humanoid tree took to grow as he sat there letting Groot hug his finger and make happy noises.

At long last, the sentient twig made a sighing noise and let go of his security digit in order to yawn and stretch.

"Tired, huh?" Peter yawned in reply. "Me too. Let's go downstairs."

The sapling blinked and nodded, and, understanding that it was time to sleep now, folded his arms and lowered his head so that he looked like an ordinary stick in a pot. Carefully, Quill picked him up and carried him below, setting him on a shelf near where Rocket was sleeping. Then, as an afterthought, he rummaged through the shelves by his tape deck until he found something—a tiny, fuzzy plastic teddy bear, one of those things you'd get from a gumball machine back on Earth. He brought it back over to the shelf where Groot was sleeping and tapped him on the head.

"Hey, Groot!" he whispered, just loud enough to wake him up. "Here ya go."

Groot looked up at the tiny teddy bear in Peter's outstretched hand, and reached out to take it, smiling.

"I am Groot," he thanked him sleepily as he cuddled it and closed his eyes.

"Maybe one of these days we'll teach you to say something else," Peter smirked as he turned towards his bed. "G'night, twiglet."

"I am…" Groot began, but before he could finish, he fell asleep.

D'aww. Picture that, if you will.

There shall be more upcoming snippets, I assure you. Also, I take suggestions. PM me with a scenario you'd like to see, and I'll try to write and post it in my precious little spare time.

Oh, and please review!

Regards,

Spiritus Scriptor.