A/N: I do not own the characters of Guardian's of the Galaxy. This isn't really following a story line it's just a bunch of one shots based on emotions and actions.

Pre-Slash Peter Quill (Starlord)/Ronan the Accuser.

I apologize if some of the character's seem OOC

Enjoy :3

Jealousy: An emotion felt when they feal one will take what they covet or have, often used in a relationship.

Ronan watched Peter interact with one of the Novacore soldiers. They were speaking animatedly waving their hands around and laughing at certain things. He didn't know why he was watching them interact. He could care less really he could. He wasn't at all upset by the way the soldier kept touching his shoulder, or his hand. Or the way he was looking at him and leaning in too close for comfort. Not that the terran seemed to notice.

"Green is not a good color on you."

Ronan blinked and looked down raising an eyebrow at the raccoon like animal sitting to his left.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Green is not a good color on you. Gamora can make it work but you not so much."

"I do not understand…" Ronan frowned.

"You're jealous," Rocket stated in the most obvious way. "It's written all over your face when you look at Peter and the soldier."

"I am not…Jealous…" Ronan shook his head.

"Hey guys," Peter grinned as he walked over with his hands in his pockets. "What's up?"

"Just having a nice chat here," Rocket answered. "Who's your new friend?"

"That was Freddie. He invited me out to drinks at this new bar."

"How nice for you, and here I was saying me and the human rock should go out and get drinks sometime. Why don't we make it a group outing?" Rocket offered.

Peter grinned and Ronan willed himself not to react.

"That sounds great. I'll let him know and we can all meet back here at say seven?"

"Sounds great," Rocket nodded smirking up at the blue man. "We'll see you then."

Peter nodded and headed off to his room while dialing the guards number and letting the man know missing the tinge of disappointment in the man's voice as he agreed.

Ronan was brought of his thoughts once again as a small furry hand grabbed his own and began tugging him down the hall.

"Where are you taking me now?"

"Shopping."

"Shopping?"

"You know, the thing people do when you need something to wear."

"But...I have clothes already," Ronan blinked confused. "Why do we need to shop?"

"Because you want to look good for Peter and you want to show up the other guy, a duh."

Rocket rolled his eyes. "Honestly you need to a class on human interaction."

Ronan shook his head and just followed the short racoon as the two started walking down the hall to the exit.


"Would you stop fidgeting?" Rocket smacked Ronan's hand and the kree grunted.

"These pants are to tight."

"They're fine."

"I can barely move..."

"You look good."

Ronan huffed and crossed his arms over his chest stretching the material of the black t-shirt he was wearing and looked down at the grey tight jeans he was forced into and paired off with ankle high men's boots.

"Stop fidgeting. Here he comes." Rocket nudged him with his elbow and Ronan straightened up more as Peter and the guard, Freddie, What sort of name is Freddie, Ronan thought shaking his head a little.

"Hey, new clothes?" Peter looked Ronan over.

The Kree nodded. "Picked them up earlier today actually."

"You look nice," Peter smiled.

"Thank you..." he replied.

He glanced at Peter. He was dressed in pair grey jeans, what looked like cowboy boots and a long sleeved button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

"You look nice as well."

Peter chuckled and smiled "Thanks."

"Right so everyone looks nice," Freddie chuckled awkwardly. "We should head inside?"

"Yes. Inside sounds great," Peter nodded. "Lead the way."

The group followed the guard into the bar and they took a seat at a table. Ronan hunkering down a little bit to get a bit more comfortable.

"I'm buying first round, what's everyone drinking?" Peter announced.

"I should buy, I invited you," Freddie said mostly looking at Peter.

"You can buy the next round," Peter replied shaking his head.

"I'll just have the strongest thing here," Rocket waved his hand.

"Ronan?" Peter looked at the Kree.

"Just a vodka cranberries fine if they have it." He nodded.

"I'll have a beer," Freddie answered.

"Roger that. I shall be back in a bit," Peter stood up and walked over to the bar and ordered their drinks missing the look Freddie shot him as he walked away.

"So, Freddie, how did . ?docid=44972160u and Peter come into contact?" Rocket asked.

"Ah I actually arrested for drunk rough housing a few nights ago," Freddie answered chuckling. "And then he threw up on my shoes."

"Really? How interesting."

"And after he got bailed out, we got to talking and grabbed coffee and well..." Freddie shrugged. "I've always wanted to try it with a terran male."

Ronan blinked. "Try it...?"

"You know, sex?" Freddie raised an eyebrow.

"He's not very good with that sort of think. Verbally anyway," Rocket told him.

"Ah," Freddie nodded. "I'm gonna go see if Peter needs any help with those drinks." He stood up and walked over to the bar.

"So...the only reason he invited Peter out was just so he could get laid?" Ronan asked slowly.

"It seems so," Rocket nodded.

"I will be right back," Ronan stood up and walked over to the bar.

Ronan walked over to the bar and frowned when he didn't see Peter or Freddie getting drinks. He looked around and spotted what looked like the two of them in a small corner pressed up against each other making out rather heavily.

Rocket glanced over. "Everything alright?"

"I think I am going to go home."

"How come?"

"Because if I stay I do not think I can accountable for my actions. Please give Peter my apologies." Ronan shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked over of the bar and made his way home.


"Hey, we missed you at the bar last night," Peter leaned against the wall. "Rocket and Freddie got into this drinking contest and it was pretty funny."

"Oh? I am apologize by something had come up," Ronan glanced over before returning his attention back to the punching bag currently taking the brute of what Rocket seemed to deem correctly, as his jealousy. He was imaging the punching bag as Freddie's face.

"To bad, we had a lot of fun," Peter smiled.

"So I keep hearing," Ronan nodded starting to punch the bag harder adding a few side kicks here and there.

"Those Novacore guys have pretty good pay salaries too, I mean, his apartment," he whistled and shook his head. "Maybe I should join Novacore."

"You know you were just a conquest for him," Ronan suddenly said throwing a particularly hard punch at the bag.

"I, what?" Peter blinked frowning. "He wouldn't do that..."

"He told me and Rocket himself. You were just a notch on his bedpost as you say sometimes."

"You know if you didn't like him you could've just said something..." Peter straightened. "No need to make lies up about a nice guy."

"I was not-"

"Forget it. Jack ass."

Peter stalked out of the gym and Ronan blinked.