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Undertow	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 11390 -:- 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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A June moon had no right to be this gorgeous. Full and rich, it dominated all stars, city lights and Private's expectations as he and his love meandered with a purpose, at least on Private's part.
"Photo snaps, Skippa?" His question roused the photo booth's neighboring occupant.
Roy nodded his enormous head over his habitat fence that, really, had no chance of withstanding a charge from his bulk tipped with a masterfully wielded horn. "Have fun, kids," he said with a yawn.
Hmmm, Roy sounded as mellowly fatigued as if he had just returned from Tijuana. Private nodded in return while Skipper reached high to pat the rhino's lower jaw. Roy and Skipper exchanged a look that Private stowed away for later pondering before Roy left them in privacy. "We will, Spikenose. Happy napping with a dream to keep, palio."
The Saturday night bloomed with promise before them, their kids taken care of, and their lair rested at peace. Private hopped atop the spinning photo booth seat to whirl it to the proper height. He plunked in the coins. "Wot filter, Skippa?"
"You choose, since you wanted photo snaps after our session taking them kablooified on our second date."
Skipper sat behind Private, cuddling his waist before laying his head on Private's shoulder. Private playfully tapped his temple against his love's before tabbing through the filters. "I like this one."
"Madagascar-y jungle? Why?"
Private squirmed in Skipper's snuggle. "It's mysterious as, as why you belong to the zoo. I'm workin' on understandin', I am, but I'm not there so far, honey."
Private couldn't tell if the snort blasting past his earhole denoted impatience, pique or a strangled laugh. "Okay, I guess we have to have this conversation. Private, I belong to the zoo because it's impersonal. In my time commanding, I've learned that all individual animals have flaws, even my loved ones, even" - now Skipper squirmed before inhaling sharply enough to stir Private's delicate head feathers - "me. The zoo represents an ideal, like Freedom or Patriotism."
Private couldn't help asking, "Aren't they the same?"
Now Skipper sounded more sure of himself. "No. I love America best as a patriot, but it's not the only home of Freedom. In México, I met many who love Freedom as much as I do and they were not Ewe Ess of Ay citizens or even from our wor- hold on. Forget I said that because despite your upped clearance since Kastelholm, you don't get to know about México."
"Done and done, Skippa." Private leaned towards the camera and then slumped. "Awwww, pinfedderers! Our time ran out."
Printed letters bleeped and blooped from a flashing screen that neither bird could read. "Did you bring more money?"
"No, Skippa. I thought one session would do. I'm sorry."
"Watch me make lemonade out of lemons, babe."
Skipper grabbed Private hard and spun the two of them so that the seat twirled all the way down. Private got into the spirit and rolled his weight to rev up their momentum and they spun to the top height and back down again three times, which made them laugh as much as clowning for photo snaps would have.
Their moonlight stroll through Central Park led past Fred's tree. "Look, Skippa, there are our hearts!"
"Aww, yeah." Since last November, bark grew, faded and blotched the entwined hearts they carved on their first date; the basic shapes remained solid and true in June. Private embraced his love from behind as long moments passed.
"Lots of water under the bridge in just eight months," mused the young penguin. "Wot's next for us?"
He felt Skipper jolt from wherever his mind had taken him. "What's next? We got voodooed into parenthood, we nearly drowned in Howe and we've had enough sex for eighteen penguin couples of all species, Gentoos included. I need, I mean the team, needs normalcy now that our staycation ended."
Private diddled where nipples would be if penguins owned them. "You sound gobsmacked."
Skipper broke away from the touch. "I am. Don't tell anyone."
Private plotzed on the neatly trimmed grass and patted the space beside him. He was searching for words when a laconic voice droned, "What does gobsmacked mean?" and they both looked twelve feet above their heads.
"Hi, Fred," said Skipper. "It means how you present yourself ninety-nine per cent of the time."
"There's a word for that?"
"So Skippa says. Fred, have you heard our good news?"
"I don't think so. Wait." Fred placed both paws on his temples to massage in some smarts. "No, I have not. What is it?"
"Skippa and I had babies, a boy and a girl."
Private heard Skipper mumble covert need to know and he does not need to know this but he barreled along anyway. This was a date, which relaxed military discipline.
"Is that possible? Did you adopt?"
"Actually, Fred, Skippa and I - "
"Actually," Skipper stated firmly, "it's a long story that's none of your business."
Fred did that impossible thing that squirrels did and scurried headfirst down his tree to settle beside them. He traced the entwined hearts above him before leaning companionably into Private's shoulder hard enough to make the shoulder knock Skipper's shoulder. He rocked the three of them back and forth. "Now cut out the fooling, fellas."
"You're intruding on our date, squirrel." Before Skipper's voice got any more combative, Private spread oil upon the waters.
"Fred, just go with it or, or ask your granny because she knows everythin', righto?"
Private counted till six as the suggestion filtered through Fred's skull. "My granny? You're right, I'll ask her when she wakes up. She's old, you know, so every time she wakes up I bring her a walnut 'cause one day she won't wake up. Walnuts are good for you."
"Is she sick, Fred?" Now Skipper homed in on an animal problem as he was wont to do so he could fix it. This would turn their Official Date into a mission, ho hum.
"No. She's old, though."
Private's heart warmed as Skipper replied, "Then just enjoy her as she is with no worries. Things will take care of themselves because life is like that even at its end."
Another count of six. "I'm on it!" Fred zipped up the tree to disappear through the hole leading to his home.
"He didn't say goodbye, Skippa."
"I noticed, Private."
The two birds gazed at the few stars seen through city haze. The Ploughman and the Bears twinkled faintly above Manhattan as each penguin invited his soul to savor their togetherness and separateness.
Their evening led to the pond for communing with Nature more than the law allowed. Frogs serenaded the moon and each other, drowsy peeps made their way through Momma Duck's feathers as she nodded over her latest brood and they didn't see Eggy or his agemates anywhere near her nest.
"No Poppa Duck in sight, hmmm," whispered Skipper as they swam near her without splashing. She deserved her rest as much as they did because parenting was hard work.
Private waited until they reached the middle of the pond before saying what was on his mind. "Could they have split up? Oh, I hope not!"
"I hope not, too. I like Momma Duck."
"I love Eggy, I can't help it."
"Why should you? He's adorable."
Private mulled over the words. "Lots of babies are adorable, like, like the flamingo chicks or babies in the nursery, but I don't love them."
"Agape?"
"Except for that, yeah. I mean down deep love like I feel for you and the team and our kids."
"Congratulations, Private, you've matured. Love does that."
I don't love Marlene was on the tip of Private's tongue. After shoving away the thought, he dove to the bottom of the pond where starlight could not reach. Ten minutes later, he surfaced to find Skipper paddling idly until the commander stopped dead in the water.
"Look over there."
"It's a mudbank, wot about it - oh. Penny's sister died there."
"You and Rico nearly died that day, too."
"I guess we did. I don't remember much about it."
"I'll never forget it."
Private kissed Skipper's cheek. "I know."
From lighthearted fun to somber end of our date, Private mused, as Skipper continued.
"Private, if you consider how a relationship succeeds or doesn't, then it's not about two birds looking at each other but two birds looking at the same goal. Everything works excelente." Private mulled this over before offering his thoughts.
"Or a bird and a dolphin because K'walski and Doris was so snakebit from the beginnin' ... gah. I'm startin' to understand more why you like impersonal."
"Right on, compadre. He loved her to hell and gone."
"Wot about Rico and Xochi?"
Skipper paddled slower. "They blazed up in a flame I didn't even try to control and maybe couldn't. It was like hot tropic Guatemala acted as an accelerant oh I don't know. I was fairly new to commanding and when Manfredi and Johnson died on our return trip from there, I, I - "
Private splashed water onto Skipper's face. "Stop. I triggered awful memories and I'm ever so sorry. This evenin' is supposed to be fun."
"We're swimming in deep waters, Private."
"You can't mean the pond, it's only three meters - oh."
"Take your time thinking. I didn't learn all at once and I'm a work in progress, too."
"I'll think about relationships some more, Skippa."
"Home?"
"Home, honey. Directly after some makin' out."
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