(A/N: I've fixed the ending of Chapter One a bit, it just explains what the ship looks like. You can check it out if you want.)

The fox was flung out of her seat, waking her up, she was pressed against the glass of the small escape ship that she had stolen. she pried herself off and fell to the ground.

"Fuck me. . ." She muttered getting up, and holding her arm. "What the hell is going on?"

"Hello? Is anyone in here?" A voice called. The fox's amber eyes widened and she quickly hid under the control panel, curling into a ball and staying into the shadows, not wanting to get caught for stealing a ship.

"No one is here." A woman's voice said.

"Why would a ship be abandoned in the middle of the Galaxy? And still running I might add?" A third voice said.

"Maybe something happened, and they had to leave it quickly?" The first voice suggested. There was silence.

"You're a dumbass." The third voice commented bluntly. "There is something here though, I can smell 'em."

"See, another reason why you're a raccoon."

"Say that again and I'll blow a hole in your face!"

"You both need to calm down. This is unnecessary behavior." The second voice butted in. "The reason right now is to find out why this ship is still running, and there's no one on it."

"Wait a second." The third voice came toward the fox, who held her ground. She could see the feet of the intruders, one was a pair of raccoon feet, one was wearing big boots, the other wearing smaller ones. "This seat is still warm. We're not the only ones on this ship, they're still here. Where're you hiding?"

"I thought you said that you could smell them?" The first said.

"I was messing with you asshole." The third growled.

The pair of smaller boots came toward the console also. The fox's heart was beating faster than it did the day of the escape. A green face suddenly appeared in front of her, she stared at in fear.

"Gamora, what'd you find?" The first asked.

"A strange animal that I've never seen before. Possibly the pilot of the ship?" The owner of the green face must have been the second voice, she must've been Gamora.

The big boots came to stand with the smaller ones, and bent down to join the other face. It wasn't a green face, and he looked rather pale next to her, it was human. The fox had seen humans before, but after she was taken, she's rarely seen any.

"No way," the pale face said, who was the first voice.

"What're you two looking at? A mirror?" The green face disappeared.

"That was rude, Rocket." The third voice must've been Rocket.

"It's a fox." The first said.

"What's the hell is a fox? Is it another Terran animal along with that raccoon thing you talk about?" Rocket asked. "Whatever, I don't care, you two can take care of it, I'm going back onto the Milano." There was the sound of a door opening, then it closing again.

The pale face held out a hand, it wavered a bit. The fox stared at it, and ever so cautiously let the human pet her. After a few seconds of that, another hand came in and tried to pick her up, the fox let him, to preoccupied of the hand that was currently scratching the side of her neck. The human stood back up.

"Quill! Put that thing down before it attacks you!" Gamora exclaimed.

"Don't worry, it's friendly. I'm just wondering why it's up here." The human, Quill, said. The human gazed over the animal, and saw that she had hands instead of paws.

"Hands? Fox's are supposed to have paws, like a cat." Quill looked at the fox's arms.

"A cat? I've met cats and they don't have 'paws'." Gamora replied, confused.

"Whatever," Quill said. "I'm taking it back to the ship, see what else is up with it. Maybe find out if it's actually from Terran or not."

"I'm from Terran. . ." The fox piped up. Quill nearly dropped her, so surprised that she had talked.

"Of course, of course the fox can talk."

"I didn't originally talk, I just started talking yesterday. Please don't hurt me. I've been through enough. . ."

"Are you hungry?" The fox looked over at Gamora, tilting her head confused.

"Are you hungry?" Gamora repeated. The fox slowly nodded.

"Quill, bring her into the ship, she seems to like you." Gamora left the escape ship.

"C'mon, uh, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name."

"Then that's our next priority. After getting you food, we'll get you a name."

"Thank you."