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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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Skipper's Log: This is the entry I dreaded. I'll send it to the Big Boss at some point.
Maybe.
The second I said that Marlene could crash sometimes in the old space that we plan to fix up for the kids, steam came out of Private's earholes. My Åland scar ached like it never did before, not bad like this, anyway. It took all I had not to rub my chest and show the others that I was in pain, the pain I would not feel if Private had not saved my life that day at Kastelholm; I would be at peace, dead peaceful peace. No pain and no pleasure, either, just Godmother Death punting my corpse into the Eternally Foggy Sea and then it's swim like a flashy tarpon for the Endless Iceberg. I hope I make it there someday to chitchat with Manfredi and Johnson. They never endured such goings on like these, I am positive. They mastered the love 'em and leave 'em technique.
I also would have been dead if Marlene had not pulled my unconscious self from grody sewage.
My chest scar throbs.
See, most everybody interprets scars as evidence that a leader has lived dangerously. I dismiss one hundred per cent the assertion that scars likely prove a leader has lived dumbly. Whoever says that knows nothing of the masculine principle.
And I am one hundred per cent Antarctican male.
I owe Private as much as I owe Marlene. Hell, I owe Rico and Kowalski and even Ringtail my life.
All that introspection faded away as I spluttered, "We're not getting anywhere. I'm heading right now for transport. Kowalski, find me transport."
"As you wish." Mi segundo gestured to Rico and the two who cradled my kids between their legs, borne on loving feet, headed out of Marlene's habitat. Rico boosted Kowalski up onto the top of the habitat fence, gentle as always to save the little from tipping out of a snug abode. Kowalski hauled up his love easily and they both turned away from me.
My jitters increased by a factor of twenty-seven. "What was that you said, Kowalski? Why does it sound familiar - is it from Doctor Phil?"
"No." The negative response contained nary a sir, which was unlike Kowalski. It even sounded like a Spanish no, short and hard and sharp with a definite punto at the end. Again, unlike him. Rico would not meet my eyes and the last I saw of the two of them was a flirty tail flick as they gained the top of the habitat fence before disappearing onto the brick path. They carried with them my, well, our kids, excelente to protect my darlings from tense, unhappy vibes.
I turned to Private and Marlene, Private simmering and Marlene at a slow, steady boil. Damn.
I raised my flipper to signal Team, assemble, but no one was looking my way. They cut me out of the picture as they flayed each other with cutting looks, hyperventilating until they sounded like the Lionel train set we had given Eggy and his sibs for Kidsmas huhshoosh huhshoogh huhshoosh.
Flashbacks from various loves swam before my eyes, Private first, shy and then bold in turns as I ushered him into sexual maturity and he helped me sustain mine. Doris? Why would I remember Doris? I must be losing it.
One thing Doris could not do without harm to me and Marlene could do with appealing warmth was to drape herself all over my back, clinging and purring when it was time for me to leave. Doris' skin was surprisingly smooth to the touch but Marlene's fur suited my feathers better.
I groaned. I'd better watch it or this friends with benefits thing with Marlene would get out of control. That must not happen. The secret must be maintained only, only now it wasn't, not anymore and I'd failed to keep my team from upset.
What was Marlene saying?
"Private, today is Mature Grain In Beard Day so let's try maturity on for size, huh? How about it?"
"Marlene, wotever that means I'm not buyin' it. You took him from me."
"You didn't want him in your bed. I did."
"We are parents and that will never change."
"Who wants it to change? I like your littles, I'm no monster. I like kids even if I don't have any or expect to."
I asked, "Can the rag doll say something?" I did not raise my voice because I didn't need to. They both seemed to crave a break from battle. Battle. Today was D-Day Memorial Day and Marlene's haul out spot could stand in for Omaha Beach. I had to direct this my way and by Eisenhower's oatmeal, I would win, for the team's sake and mine.
Two pairs of eyes burned into me. I half expected otter and penguin to tell me to butt out of their sparring. "Well?" they both began and then glared at each other. I rubbed my chest in the pretense of drawing a deeper breath than normal, but the ache continued.
"Private, I'm sorry to have hurt you. I never would on purpose, but you are hurt. Marlene, we tried to keep us covert and failed. It's all on me."
Looking back, Log, I reasoned that saying sorry would solve a great deal and I was a fool to think that.
What happened next leveled the playing field and I saw was a good thing, once I got my temper under control.
"Oh no you don't, Skipper, no you don't! Grabbing all the blame for yourself - no!" And Marlene scooped up a pawful of mud to fling at me. I ducked and it hit Private, who had waddled behind me and had his beak open to say something sweet or cloying or, alternatively, bitchy, I wasn't sure.
"Awwwrk ptooey so it's like that, is it?" And then Private hurled a double ice cream scoop's worth of soppy mud at Marlene over my head as I scrambled out of the way. This was good, this was perfect to get out steam, as effective as Team Building Week's simple competition that determined the weakest link. It was time for the leader to step out of the line of fire and take notes.
"If I want him" - Marlene shrieked and oh hell, Ringtail and the other lemurs perched on the so-called King's throne to watch this foofaraw - "and you want him" -
"He was mine first!" hollered Private. "I love him!"
"I love him, too!" Marlene dodged the main blob Private flung but the sloppy edges of it spackled her white cheeks.
Private pitched mud with both flippers and stomped his feet, too, really throwing a tantrum like he had not done since age three. My love resembled a dervish spinning out of control as mud streamed towards Marlene, blob after gobbet after clod like an overclocked Osterizer.
Uh oh, now Ringtail's squalls of delight added sound effects that I would give a great deal not to hear.
Too bad this sitch was no longer covert.
"So it's like that, is it?" bellowed Marlene and tackled Private like Refrigerator Perry. The two rolled and kicked. Somebody would get hurt.
My other love looked to be getting the better of Private, no, it was Private on top because the mud blurred their bodies into a single thing I could not recognize.
"Now cut that out!" I squawked and stormed over to them and they both stopped. There, my rep as commander stayed secure -
Fwap came the mud ball in my direction and then a sploopsh dotted my front as Marlene and Private ganged up on me. They ripped up the greensward; every groundskeeper repairing this habitat would wonder why on earth one little otter destroyed a third of her nice fescue grass.
"You belong to me!" Marlene tossed a blob really hard at my crotch, ow. She was on top of Private now, still covering him head to toe. Her amber eyes edged towards the sickly yellow that Anakin Skywalker showed when he fell to the Dark Side.
"You belong to me!" Private threw underhand and caught me on top of my head because I had bent over to protect my crotch.
It was time to show what a really good actor I was. "Ow ouch owwie! I don't belong to either of you! I'll never belong to anything but the zoo and my team! Never, do you hear?" This was it, my coup de grass. I didn't have anything else to offer, my back was against the wall and the stakes were as high as the ones in Atlantis long ago.
Bring it.
Private still huffed indignantly when Marlene answered my rhetorical question. "I hear." She disentangled herself from Private, helping him up, and then they faced me.
I was ready.
"I belong - "
"To the zoo. Yeah, Private and I get it."
Marlene and Private stood shoulder to shoulder as they parsed their way through my acting.
"So, Skipper, it's the team first and always will be?" Marlene's challenge did not faze me.
"Seguro, mi dulce."
"Skippa, make me understand. I want to." There was my little Private, unofficial Morale Officer! I nearly cried until I swallowed hard.
"I belong to the zoo, my team and since you both are part of my team, I belong to you, too. I refuse to get into an exclusive arrangement because I want you both and if that is okay with you, we'll keep on keeping on." I'll push for the kids' room sometimes starring Marlene later, if I know what's good for me.
Marlene glanced around the zoo and then pressed her dirty paws together, bobbing like she was delivering a satnam ji. "Julien stopped watching us. He's such a drama whore."
"We three gave Julien a run for his money today, Marlene." Private's voice was soft and he resembled Tactic because he was covered in brown mud. A blob fell from his beak and he wiped the residue off, looking thoughtful. "I don't understand yet, Skippa. I'll work on it. I don't want to lose you."
Marlene regarded her love straight on. "Did you really expect us to knuckle down to your idea of belonging, Skipper?"
"At least without a fight?" Private's voice sounded stronger, good for him.
And now I wasn't acting. "I don't know. I hoped we could work things out, but" - I softened my answer at the last second from I was prepared for another breakup or two - "I don't want to lose either of you and did the best I could."
Marlene retreated with incomprehensible words and a look I had never seen on her. "I wish I could say I remembered today holds the Mud Battle Custom saying goodbye to Annual Flowers until next year. I wish I could, but I can't. Catch you later, guys. I'm outta here."
"What?"
"Never mind. Buh bye." And she disappeared into her interior habitat without washing up in her pond, huh. I really gave her food for thought. Her swollen face stabbed my conscience and I rubbed my chest hard to make it hurt more.
"Let's go home, Skippa."
So, Log, the battle ended in a draw, or maybe we all won. I'm hopeful but not sure about our future and since introspection is not my bag, I'll let it go at that so help me Walter Cronkite.
And that's the way it is on Wednesday, June Sixth.
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