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Jack really didn't think that Tooth was all that mad about the bar fight. Okay, so maybe he didn't need to make quite that big a scene to get Pike's attention. But Tooth of all people should know that subtle wasn't really in his vocabulary. Subtle was boring.
Besides, the whole boob-grabbing bit was a genuine accident – albeit one that he'd capitalized on shamelessly. Hey, who could blame him? Touching and being touched was still a thrill for him, even after twenty-five years in his new body, and Tooth's human form was gorgeous. That and the flicker of honest amusement in her eyes as she shoved him afterward made it totally worthwhile.
It had been far too brief though, that momentary evidence of happiness. The bite in her teasing, the brittleness in her laugh, worried him more than he wanted to admit. It was clear that the breakup had been much harder on her than she'd led him to believe. That was Not Okay. Tooth, Sandy, and North were his family; his only family, so far as he was concerned, as his human family had been most conspicuous in its absence.
Hence his grim contemplation of the starship that, according to the Man in the Moon, would become the home of his Guardians as their mission led them to the stars. All of the Guardians, including a certain self-centered, short-tempered, sharp-tongued rabbit whom Jack dearly wanted to skin alive at the moment.
Jack Frost, now Jim Kirk, sighed and shifted his cycle into gear and rode toward his destiny, fully prepared to inaugurate their Next Great Adventure with a little friendly, collegial bloodshed.
Damn the Man in the Moon, anyway.
A/N (updated 6/29/18): This was really just a random plot bunny that got the better of me and then immediately jumped ship? IDEK, honestly. But it still makes me smile.