Dancing Queen

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave them burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen
- Dancing Queen, Abba

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Tooth's mind was, for once, not on teeth the next few days. Or, at least, not the children's teeth, to her shame. No, her mind kept going back to a particular set of snow-white teeth, the smile that framed them, and filling in the rest of the picture.

She tried to focus on the teeth, but he kept intruding into her mind, distracting her. Finally she waved to the three fairies hovering attendance on her who took over with cheerful chirps and flew up to her rooms in the central tower.

Settling into her nest, Tooth sighed. There were so many different thoughts running through her head, it was no wonder she couldn't concentrate properly.

This never happened to her. Yes, she was usually a bit random, but to not be able to concentrate on her job, her very reason for being...

Sighing, she got herself comfortable. She focused on her breathing, making her mind empty and letting the thoughts come as they would, so she could address each in turn rather than as the confused muddle they had been the past few days.

The first thought to rise was the face of the Rusalka from a few days ago, smug as Jack kissed her hand. Another thought tried to rise at that, but she firmly shoved it back. It would get its turn.

For some reason, she wanted to claw the smug look off that Rusalka's face, which was small and unreasonable of her. So...she didn't like to admit it, but...something about the situation made her jealous.

Fine. She took that observation and filed it away to look at closer later. If there was jealousy, there was a reason for it, and she needed to look at why before it grew out of proportion.

So...what had they been doing before the Guardians got there? Obviously the Rusalka hadn't been trying to drown Jack, but they hadn't been fighting...from the air it had almost looked like...dancing?

Tooth's eyes flew open as memories of North's party intruded. All those spirits...and what they had been saying about Jack...but she'd thought...it had sounded like...

She remembered Jack dancing with each of them, and her mind replayed what they'd said when she'd eavesdropped. It sounded like...well, like sex, to be blunt, but thinking about it again with that dancing in mind...

Tooth cracked up, laughing at herself, at the universe in general. They'd been talking about dancing the whole time!

Another thought came to her, cutting off her laughter before making her laugh even harder. Jack...he had no idea he was popular and that everyone was watching him in hopes of a dance!

It was a little depressing, she decided when she finally calmed down. He'd been rejected so much, he was completely oblivious to how wanted he was now.

Another thought occurred to her as she thought of Jack's dancing, remembering how he'd danced in the cave. She knew she was blushing at the thought of it.

All right Tooth, time to be brutally honest with yourself, she thought. You liked it. Far more than you should have for just a friend. And she'd spied on him!

...though she really wished he'd known she was there and had been dancing for her alone. Her thoughts wandered again, bringing up an image of Jack in the proper garments for such a dance, the soft blues and purples in swirling silks draped around his body, stomach and arms bare, hands and feet painted with henna, gold...no, silver jewelry would suit his coloring better, maybe mix the two, silver and gold bangles around wrists and ankles, hanging from his ears and in his hair...

Tooth gave herself a shake, dissipating the appealing image. Jack was a friend, she reminded herself sternly, and he was just getting used to having friends. He was still remembering how those relationships worked, and the rest of them needed practice with that too.

But still...that explained the jealousy. And a bit of the anger she'd felt, seeing that Rusalka claiming both kiss and dance when she'd had neither.

Okay, so they were teammates, and they had a closer connection than the spirits Jack had danced with, but still. The little girl she had been – and queen she had become – longed for that kind of romance, for someone who treated her as someone precious while still respecting the warrior she was. The kind of romance that involved dancing and kisses on her hand while fighting beside her in battle.

With a sigh, Tooth rose from her cushions. Unfortunately, while her thoughts were clearer now, her emotions were a mess. She had to keep reminding herself that Jack was a friend, she decided, and she wasn't going to mess up this friendship. In time, maybe they would be more, or maybe this was just a passing crush brought on by seeing his display in the cave.

She gave a little groan and covered her face with her hands. She was going to be seeing that dance in her dreams, she just knew it, especially now that she'd imagined up a proper outfit for Jack to dance for her in...

And there was that talk of dark spirits to consider...now was not the time for inappropriate thoughts about teammates! Even as she began to wonder about them, reminding herself to ask her girls what they had seen while out on their rounds, several of them came streaking up to her, squeaking and pointing to the sky.

Tooth spun to see and gasped. The aurora!

A/N: Okay, so apparently I can be a little evil even in the happy, fluffy fic. I regret nothing. Also, if I could, I would so draw Jack in that harem outfit.