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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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"Rico! Stand down!"
Rico begged with his whole body to blast Alice. He hummed and thrummed as he neared Destructo Machine mode to halt the goings on as Alice invaded his home. Vibrating on a subsonic level similar to that of Burt's ability to communicate with fellow elephants through miles of Asian savannah, Rico's feet left the ground for a few seconds and his eyes blazed before they blanked. It took a voice in more-than-a-suggestion mode to penetrate his disintegrating thoughts. "Now hear this, Rico! Do not deploy Routine 53! That's an order, soldier!"
Rico scrabbled next to Alice as she knelt to keep one firm hand on the zippered mesh bag and the other clamped onto Private's back. "Skippa!" called the young penguin, struggling, clawing, and pecking. "Skippa! Rico! Skippa!"
"Repeat! Do not deploy Routine 53!" It took his commander's error of using repeat to mean stop what you are doing instead of its true military meaning of blast another barrage at previously designated target. The strain in Skipper's voice broke through the Berserker haze as Rico dialed down his rage to a dull roar. Oh, if he'd pushed things, he'd save his energy aimed at self-control for breaking Alice's hold on his teammate with an infinitesimal C-4 charge. He'd claim later that he'd heard repeat and not the protocol-driven say again.
Rico was too honest for his own good, Kowalski would claim, because Kowalski had said it before. Rico would not disable Alice even though it would free his teammate. Split seconds after his decision, he reengaged with her, pregnant or not, ineffective use of his talents or not. It was the right thing to do.
Rico pecked and flapped at Alice's hand as Private's cries descended into unintelligible squawks. Since Skipper appeared to have been overwhelmed from when Alice's gangplank plopped down onto their island ten minutes ago, Rico felt obligated to take over as second. Kowalski still conferred with Phil and Mason and oh, how Rico missed his love's support and greater height in battle. Kowalski could have savaged Alice's face while Rico hustled Private away from the busybody human. A simple and exquisitely calculated C-4 charge or, no, knockout gas would be better, oh braap, he was forgetting that she only had one weakness and that was Private's quantum hyper-cute. Speaking of, was Private cowering in fear, too, since Private was the only one with anything like a penguin superpower? Why oh why didn't he use it? Once Private flattened Alice, the team could split this zoo once Kowalski rejoined them. They would make a new life. Somewhere. Rico's thoughts regarding their possible future dissolved at this point.
Alice nudged him away but it would take more than a nudge to stop him defending his teammate, the one he had seen grow up to splendid young adulthood. Rico thrashed and pecked harder than ever as in his agony of soul he reverted to his Hamarskaftet Nunatak native dialect.
"Dblyrflvrdblyrfnyiffdblmntdblmntdblmntgm!"
"Hey now! Cut that out! Go for a swim or something. Doc isn't going to hurt him, or her, whatever." Alice could have swatted Rico into next week or at the very least into their pond. He wished she would try so he could sweep her to unconscious oblivion with a judicious use of C-4 before rescuing Private. Why didn't Alice try to kick him into the water so he would be justified into striking back? Skipper couldn't fault him for that.
"'Kippaaaaaah! Lemmeatter!" Routine 53 meant Rico Does Something Unexpected and Rico's brain spewed as many ideas as his gut ever did explosives. He flapped and cried harsh tears as Private got shoved into the bag. Alice braved pecks on her 5mm blue nitrile gloved hands as she leaned her head out Rico's reach, although of course she couldn't know of their commando agility. If he really wanted to, Rico could have gone full bore Rambo on her but Skipper's command held him back. He yearned to break the chain of command although the necessity of it wrenched his heart. He'd try pointing out the obvious first.
"Kipppaaaaaah! 'Rivatecaught!"
"Skippa! She got me! Help!"
"Stand down, soldiers!" Skipper shouted as he moved slowly in contrast to his agitated words. He bulled himself like a Holt Caterpillar between Rico and Alice, herding the frantic explosives expert to the side by force of personality and not a few ounces of mass. Alice zipped up the bag.
"Huh," she said. "I thought I'd need to take the crazy one, too. Thanks for saving me and Doc the trouble, chubs." She looked closer at Rico. "Aren't you the one I had to give belly rubs to? Naw, make that No-Spew or whatever the meds were. Yuck. Glad I don't need to do that anymore."
Skipper must be out of his mind with fear for his love, thought Rico. Nothing else could paralyze an able-bodied commando commander as experienced as Skipper. Private's anxious face appeared blurred through the mesh as Alice rose slowly to her feet. Private's words rang clear, however.
"Skippa! Rico! Do somethin'!" Rico could only guess at what it cost Skipper to spit out his next words.
"We won't, Private, because you need to see Doc and Kowalski will say the same when he returns. I'm one hundred five percent certain of it. Calm down, darling."
The brave face behind the mesh broke Rico's heart. "Righto, honey. I'll try, luv."
Rico jerked. He rubbed his diaphragm.
"I know you can do this, babe. I have faith in you."
Rico belched sourly at hearing the cascading terms of endearment before he hunkered down to the faux floe's cement in a dispirited huddle. He drifted into sadness as Alice slung the bag containing a stoic Private over her shoulder. A strange sense of resonant pinging intensified from the two of them to fog the back of his mind. He remained too despondent to consider it as Skipper trudged to the edge of the plank and watched Alice tote away his love, his friend, and Rico's teammate, all three.
Alice grumbled as she hauled the gangplank and even though she was pregnant, Rico wanted to smack her one. Nobody ought to be able to break up their team, and she had done it with Skipper's help. The world would never be the same.
"Sheesh, all this fuss just because some grubby tourist tossed the penguins cheese and a dumb bird ate too much of it. I hate caring for sick animals because disruptions in my routine are worse than annoying tour group questions. Sheesh." Alice pulled the gangplank parallel with their habitat fence, griping until they couldn't hear her anymore as she plodded towards Doc's domain.
Skipper settled down next to Rico in a subdued stance reminiscent of when the Blue Hen playacted being a meek, garden variety chicken. Rico couldn't look at him as Skipper plotzed shoulder to shoulder to gain solidarity in misery, most likely. Silence prevailed over their island as Rico's heart and mind ached.
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When Kowalski joined them after somersaulting over the fence to plunge briskly into their pool following a covert look around for humans, the two commandos remained dull in sustained suffering. Kowalski didn't notice that his two comrades rested breast down on the cement with their feet doubled under them and flippers pressed to their sides, a rare pose. He burned with knowledge that he had to share.
"Gentlemen! Astounding news! Phil and Mason relayed that Chango is an oricha from Santeria and an oricha is powerful enough to do amazing things. Frances Alberta called upon him and I know we veer away from supernatural explanations for strange happenings, but I cannot as a scientist discount the option that Chango caused Private's condition given that Private keeps thinking the word mystical. Hear me out before you slap me down, sir."
Kowalski got his enthusiasm under control. What was the matter with his love and his commander? "Is Private finally in the latrine? He needs to hear this intel." Kowalski swiveled his head nearly as well as an owl could as he peered into their pond. "Is he swimming? That's good exercise for what ails him."
Rico and Skipper continued mute as if they practiced Routine Six: Play Statue. Kowalski ignored them as he waddled the circumference of their island. "I don't see him underwater. What is happening? Where is he? Sir? Rico?"
Skipper's voice was distant, and sad. "Alice came for Private. He's with Doc and his needles this very minute."
"Yahshetookim." Just like Skipper had done when everyone thought Rico was a goner with three minutes to live, Skipper lay his head on Rico's shoulder and Rico's flipper wound around Skipper's neck.
Oh. "Well, that's not so bad, come on, buck up, you two. Doc will do his professional thing and Private will be back with us before we know it, needles or not. I don't think Private will come to any harm with Doc. When he returns, he's going to be gobsmacked at my news, as he would put it." Kowalski smiled. "It's truly fascinating in a scientific sense."
Skipper pressed his head deeper into Rico's shoulder. He said nothing.
Rico opened his beak, closed it, and opened it again as he curled Skipper in tighter to him. "'Rivatemellzfny."
Skipper sighed and bowed his head so his beaktip brushed the cement.
Kowalski felt compelled to analyze despite the lack of specific orders. "You mentioned that before. Skipper didn't notice a strange smell, Private didn't, and I didn't, either. Due to no further data to compare and contrast, I have no hypothesis."
Rico continued as if he had to say something to save his sanity. "Alicemellzame."
"Ahah, a second piece of data to correlate with the first!" Kowalski's mind whirred. "When did you first notice the smell?"
It must have been depression that lowered Rico's head to rest on the top of Skipper's as they sighed together. "DunnoKwoskiithinkerzbustid."
Skipper fluttered his eyelids before closing them wearily. "I briefed you all that Marlene said she thought Alice smelled funny when Penny and Marlene chatted way back in - in - sometime last year before we knew that Alice - was - pr-pr- "
"Pregnant?" Rico's word emerged clear and clean. He blinked and raised his head from Skipper's before slumping once more.
"Yes, that's right." Kowalski tapped his clipboard. "Way back then, let's see." He tapped harder. "Marlene visited our lair the same day we returned from Little Egg Harbor. That was October 5th. She mentioned Alice smelling funny directly before her departure."
Skipper opened his eyes for a groggy blink and closed them again. "Way to go remembering, Science Boy."
Kowalski preened himself figuratively at the praise. "I try. Now" - he tapped his clipboard again and flourished a complex looking equation that neither Rico nor Skipper glanced at - "once again, when did you notice Private smelling funny, Rico?"
Rico shrugged and Skipper's head bobbled with the gesture. "Frgit."
Skipper seemed to be addressing himself. "Doc is an okay guy for a human who deploys needles and Alice is pregnant. I couldn't go hard ass on her or on him." Rico patted Skipper's shoulder.
"'Rivatelunnerstan."
"Wait, Rico. It was after vacationing in Howe, how about when you confided that intel privately to me that time we danced the foxtrot and you dipped me, wasn't that it?" Skipper had both eyes open now. "And, and Marlene asked Private that same day if he used new shampoo after she hugged him, that's right."
Rico shrugged again. "Mebbe."
Kowalski frowned as he marked on his clipboard. "That was March 27th. October 5th to March 27th means a duration of 173 days. Hmmmm. I cannot correlate the dates' significance and that concerns me."
Skipper rolled from Rico's comforting to lie on his back, squinting up at the blue, blue spring sky. "A lot has happened in 173 days, compadre. A lot."
"Sir, it's been an eventful time both in missions and personal, er, goings on."
Rico rolled over to lie face upwards, too. "Lotz."
Kowalski joined them, shoulder to shoulder to shoulder as he positioned his clipboard to shade both his face and his commander's. "I should say so. Yes, indeed."
Even then, the glare seemed too bright for Skipper's eyes and Kowalski noticed that he spread both flippers over them. "The 27th was Private's and my four month anniversary of being together-together."
Kowalski thought it best to concentrate on data rather than sentiment. "Today is April 6th. Sir, is there any significance to that date personally or in your history? Could it be some part of your history that you haven't seen fit to share with your current team, not that I'm curious, I simply ask for the sake of solving Private's mystery." There. That was smoothly done, Kowalski, Dr. Phil would be proud.
"Have you forgotten the date's significance, Kowalski?" Distress appeared to lower Skipper's voice as Kowalski flailed inside himself at the switch in tone. "Really? And did you check Rico's health as I asked on the 27th or did you forget that, too?"
Kowalski defended his honor despite realizing that Skipper was beating himself up over Private's capture. There were limits as to what he would take from any commander. The clipboard shook in his grip before he got his temper to submerge. "I did as ordered, sir, and Rico checked out fine. As to the date, what springs to mind is that King Richard I of England died on this date in human history."
"You're on the right track. Manfredi and Johnson died on April 6th."
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