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Undertow	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 11341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in Dreamworks' Penguins of Madagascar franchise. I do not own its characters, basic premise or settings.

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At the hurtful words, Skipper gave the signal for Follow Me, which was a routine so basic as to have no number assigned it. He waited until the three of them reached the outdoors because under the open sky proved best for confrontations. Marlene's plane tree, greensward beneath his feet and pond looked the same so it grounded him into saying his own words that would cut to the bone. The skies stayed gray with remnants of storm. He crossed his flippers over his chest and then dropped them. "I figured you didn't love me any more, but I didn't think you hated me, Private."
Shit.
Shit. Damn, damn, double damn, triple damn, hell. He'd failed a team before but it was his very first, the Atlantis team, so he tended to give himself some slack. Always dependable Sarge saved the mission from complete shambles as they battled Space Squids; Sarge had also saved his newbie commander's sorry ass. The shame burned now as it did then. Faildfaildfaild, Skipper.
"Hate? I - I - don't hate you, Skippa. I'm just cheesed at your balls not that we penguins show any on the outside oh you know wot I mean." Anger shared face space with woebegone. "I'm not good enough for you! That's it, isn't it? Too young, too inexperienced for the great Skippa!"
He stood arrogantly in front of his commander, fists on hips. "I'll have you know that I'm a bang up lover! Greatly desired by animals of all ages! I am Private The Penguin, hottest bird to grace this zoo since - well, since you!" He kicked up a gobbet of gummy mud and stamped both feet onto it.
Puddles all around them reflected three zoosters battling with words towards a foregone conclusion, thought Skipper: Central Park Zoo would return to peace at a future point. Marlene must not have reached this conclusion, though, because her voice simmered with upset.
"Who said you're not hot? What's with the self-esteem issues, Private? You're a lover, you're a parent, you're an experienced commando, put those into any order you wish."
"Shut it, Marlene."
Skipper had done it. He'd gone stupid for a lady. He came close to shouting and hell's bells, here came Alice waddling along to make the sitch worse. He squawked, "You know the song I Can't Drive Fifty-Five? Well, Private, I can't restrain my libido twenty-one and seven nineteenths days plus the forty-two before that due to incubation. Sorry to hurt you, but I can't."
"Couldn't last the three days till the ninth when my staycation is done and dusted, Skippa? You?"
"So sue me." Alice wasn't alone, that scientist geek who slapped ankle bracelets on them strolled with her. Now what? Two penguins strayed from their habitat, hollering in animal language at an otter. Hooboy, this would not end well.
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"Alice, you look fine today."
"George, I look like a beached whale."
The researcher named George clasped his hands behind him. "It's a natural state of anyone in a committed relationship - "
"Yeah, you don't know me, so let's just say I'm not in one." Alice took her time walking, not that she had a choice. The glow of pregnancy that everyone swooned over translated into an all-overish feeling of warmth, so much that a promenade as soon as the rain stopped became a must-have. George ran into her making her slow way downstairs from her apartment as he grabbed a bagel at the cafeteria and offered to escort her needed exercise.
"Oh my. I did not know."
Alice grumped, "No reason why you should. I'm okay, spare the concerns. Hey, here are two of your fave animals, Doc."
"They share a friendship with an otter? Fascinating! Such progressive zoo policies to allow them to house together, Alice, did you have a hand in forging this?"
"I got better things to do."
George halted outside the otter habitat, smiling tightly, which was how a researcher would smile, all up in his own head and not socializing much. Alice shook her own head because she treasured her friendship with Filo. Filo stated firmly that Alice would not need to spend the first three days at home alone with a new baby because she, Filo, would not have it. Alice put up a fight just for show and quickly caved. Filo worked double shifts for makeup hours until the Big Important Phone Call came from Alice to signal Leaving For The Hospital, so Filo rode her police horse through Central Park today.
Alice contemplated inviting George to the lunch she planned with Filo. Might be fun, a new person to talk to before baby duties called. He wasn't her type, he could be dispassionate about how she came to get pregnant and a casual chat could be just what the doctor ordered for boredom.
"Amazing, Alice! They seem to be out of sorts with each other, just listen to them."
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"So help me, if you two don't stop, you'll force my flipper," Skipper gritted out.
"Naff off, Marlene." Private balled his flippers into fists.
Marlene took a step back as she bared her fangs. Skipper had no choice now, backed into a corner to preserve and protect his zoo from catastrophe as dangerous as Doctor Blowhole's scheme to drown the world. Later on, he would revisit this thought and deplore the hysteria behind it as Marlene responded to the rude remark.
"Wha-? You wouldn't - we're all friends here, Private - "
Protectprotectprotect thundered in Skipper's mind as he delivered two lightning fast slaps. Marlene sailed backwards to splash down in her pond and Private catapulted farther back onto the greensward, coming to light at the root of the plane tree. Leaves cascaded to blanket him with a russet coverlet.
Skipper's legs gave out from under him and he crashed to earth. A sick moment passed in a flashback to landing on Åland's unforgiving scree after Sasquatch dashed him seventy feet down to limitless pain. Surely the disorientation felt the same.
Marlene stayed underwater her full capacity of six minutes and then surfaced before he had a chance to worry. Private rustled himself free, emerging like a morel mushroom sprouting through a leafy forest floor as he rubbed his cheek.
Skipper's voice shook. "I won't have my team scragged by internal foes when our external foes include seriously demented chickens who plot to take over the Ewe Ess of Ay, tech heavy dolphins and a puffin with enough weapons savvy to take us all out if he gets over thinking I'm his frenemy, whatever the hell that means. I'm taking this to the next level." He paused and then shouted, "Others may scrag us but we don't scrag ourselves, you two hear me loud and clear?"
Private nodded but Marlene snarked from her pond, "What level is that, six hundred gazillion fifty-nine?"
Skipper slapped the lid on his temper even as his ulcers bubbled. "I'm going to the Big Boss with this. I'm ashamed to, since she has problems enough with our embassy in Atlantis, but dammit, problems big and small are her bag. I'm done with this problem. Let her sort it and, and cover my shame."
"Not necessary," snapped Marlene as she paddled in tight, angry circles. "I'll quit the team. You and Private are more important members than me. I'll Zoom, um, no, Skype to the Big Boss and tell her with Kowalski's help. I'm done, too."
Private's voice rose. "Oh no you don't, Marlene. The team needs your expertise. Wot if the kiddies need watchin' when a mission calls for four penguins and not you and we bug out?"
Marlene sizzled though she trod water in her pond. "See? You assume I'm only good for babysitting. I'm quitting. And this has nothing to do with the littles! Of course I'd still watch over those cuties! Any animal in the zoo would do that much because it takes a village to raise - "
"Only good?" bellowed Skipper. "Only? Do you know how hard it is to be a carer twenty-four seven? No, you don't, because you do it only for fun, Marlene, you don't feel their neediness hammering into you because you made them - "
"Is that wot you think parentin' is, just duty?" exploded Private.
Skipper sighed. "No, I don't. I'm venting to two animals I love. I wouldn't have my life any other way. I love my kids and you, Private, and you, Marlene, and - "
"Snowcones?" suggested Marlene. She hauled out onto the landing, sitting to comb water out of her fur with her hind claws.
Skipper gasped. "Sherman's March To The Sea! Your face is swollen. You can report me to the Big Boss and you'd be completely justified." His head bowed onto his chest. "I'm sorrier than I can say."
"I'm not planning to at the moment. I might report you later." Marlene's whiskers stuck out stiffly on her left cheek as if she had fought with a porcupine or lost a battle with hornets. "You don't know your own strength sometimes, honey. This was one of those times. Remember last Friday night when we got creative - "
"Yeah. Don't continue, huh, give me that much. I'm in deep shit already."
Private sniffed after growling honey under his breath. "I neither need nor want to know about Friday night."
"Good," Marlene and Skipper replied as one.
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"Did you see that, Alice! One hit the other two! Aren't you going to do something?" George nattered.
Alice glanced at the habitat. "Any blood?"
"No, but - "
"Then let's let it slide. I'm on break from handling anything but gore, George. Let's mosey to the Slasher habitat, okay?" She took George's elbow. "I can manage that far and then I'm good for going home."
"Aren't you going to try - "
"Nah. I've seen footprints going into and out of each of their habitats, they chug over and visit when it gets dark, I guess. They're pretty quiet about it at night. No harm, no foul."
George seemed derailed, well good. "There is a baby gazelle and the Slasher expects kits, I hear. Will you call me when they arrive?" He fumbled out his cell phone to show the number to Alice.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll call you. Come on, it might rain again and I've got cabin fever."
"I can take your temperature when I walk you home if you'd permit me, Alice."
"You're a wonder, you know that, Doc? Let's go visit the Slasher."
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