(A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know I've got a hundred other things I should be working on, but this popped into my head and I couldn't . . . well, you know. Hope you enjoy it even if you hate Taylor Swift!)

He was bored. That was how it happened. The others had gone out on a supply run, leaving him alone in the Milano. With nothing else to do till they got back, he switched on the cockpit radio.

It was one of the Earth stations, he noticed, playing a song with a pounding beat. Maybe this would be okay.

Then a young female started singing.

I stay out too late

Got nothing in my brains

That's what people say, mm hmm

That's what people say

I go on too many dates

But I can't make em stay

At least that's what people say, mm hmm

That's what people say

Involuntarily, his hips started twitching. Okay, then. Let's dance. Long as no one was watching, why not?

But I keep cruising

Can't stop, won't stop moving

It's like I got this music

In my body

Sayin' it's gonna be all right

Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake it off

Shake it off

Step left, bring it together. Step right, bring it together. Yeah, this dancing thing wasn't so hard.

Should the arms be doing something? He wasn't sure.

And heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break

And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake fake

I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake it off

Shake it off

Just waving his arms around didn't feel right, so he pumped them up and down: left, then right, in opposition to the way his feet were moving. That seemed to work all right.

Never miss a beat

I'm lightning on my feet

And that's what they don't see, mm hmm

That's what they don't see, mm hmm

I'm dancing on my own

(Dancing on my own)

Make the moves up as I go

(Moves up as I go)

And that's what they don't know, mm hmm

That's what they don't know, mm hmm

And, arms up, two, three, four five, and move to the right, two, three, four, five. Yeah, that's the stuff! Shake that ass!

Wow, he was really getting the hang of this dancing. It was fun! Maybe he should do this more often. Just not, you know, where anyone could see.

But I keep cruising

Can't stop, won't stop grooving

It's like I got this music

In my body

Sayin' it's gonna be

The music cut out suddenly, and he looked up mid-dance move.

There was the rest of the crew, standing there staring at him with looks ranging from amusement to annoyance. He wasn't sure which he preferred.

"What?" Rocket snapped. "Can't a guy dance without gettin' hassled?"

"Oh, is that what that was?" Peter Quill looked like he was barely holding it together.

"Ha ha. Very funny. Imma go clean some guns. Big guns. Make fun 'a my dancing, you-" The rest was a barely-audible mumble as he stormed out of the cockpit.

As soon as he was gone, Peter burst into full-on hysterical laughter. "Did you see him? Oh, man!"

Gamora was not amused. "He looked no more ridiculous than you do when you dance."

"What? I do not look ridiculous! You just don't appreciate good dance moves!"

"I would if you had any."

"You're just jealous cause you can't dance!"

"That has nothing to do with it!"

"Enough!" Drax thundered. "I suggest we put the groceries away and leave the dancing for another time."

"Yeah, you're right," said Peter. "Come on, Groot."

There was no answer.

"Groot?"

Then the music came back on, accompanied by what could only be described as a rhythmic creaking.

Shake it off, shake it off

I, I,

Shake it off, shake it off

The flora colossus was swaying back and forth, waving his upper branches to the music. He looked like he was having the time of his life.

"Now there's something you don't see every day."