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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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Twenty minutes after Skipper departed, Marlene tidied her home thoughtfully. Sex was as good for clearing the mind as a double rainbow was for clearing the skies after a sweet spring shower. The pit-pat of penguin feet made her turn from smoothing the blanket over her pillow with a smile generally termed dreamy.
"Forget your Gammel Dansk, Skipper?"
"No, you're welcome to it, but I want to stay with you until it stops raining."
Marlene arched one brow in that way she had. "I don't believe it. You're an aquatic bird."
"Heh, that's what they tell me." Skipper hovered, twisting to survey the habitat he knew almost as well as his own as if seeing it for the first time, until she gestured to him to plotz. The mood was strangely clingy, which needed tending to.
"Go home," Marlene said. Alarm bells tinkled, oh not the klaxon of a door clearly intended to be opened only by zoo personnel, but the soft ting a ling of a boutique when giddy shoppers entered. "I'll see you tomorrow, or whenever. Go home."
She turned her back to him.
"Five more minutes. Say, uh, let's make art!" He arose like a jumping jack to place himself firmly in her view without getting into her personal space. He struck a pose. "See?"
"Mmmhm." She wove her way around him to scout the outdoors from near her cave's door after switching on her bedside lamp for the evening. The rain sounded steady as a beating drum. He started to sing as he swiftly embraced her from behind and she hadn't heard his approach due to the thrum of the rain.
We're gonna move it slow
When lights are low
When you move it slow, it sounds like more
And it's all right, whoa, it's all right
Now listen to the beat
Kinda pat your feet
You got soul and everybody knows
That it's all right, whoa, it's all right
She was ready for solitude, and whoa, it's all right, because being alone to reflect would help to process this new development in her life. "Go home, Skipper," she repeated as he patted his feet, shifting his weight and therefore hers side to side.
"Don't tease. I'm serious." He licked her ear until she leaned away.
"It's nice to be liked, Skipper. It's also nice to actually, you know, be missed and how can we miss each other if you don't go home?"
She had this under control. She would never again be the waiting woman, the all providing comfort station, uh, that was the wrong term, but she knew what she meant and what she wanted. She gathered her thoughts as she stood firm on her own two feet, neither leaning back into him nor pulling away.
His beak brushed her ear before breathing lightly on her neck fur. "Logic from you? How scientific. Are you sure you and Kowalski aren't a thing?"
"If it happens, he'll tell you. I wouldn't because it would be none of your business."
Skipper continued after a pensive huh. "You're right. He told me about his Doris affair and technically he didn't have to per any regs. He changed after that beginning." He rubbed her waist up and down, against the lie of her fur and then with it. "He definitely telegraphed that something was wrong after the breakups. I finally had to ask him every damn time what was going on with his lowered team performance." He blew into her ear again. "It was nausorating each of the sixteen times."
Shooing was easier than it had ever been with Guillermo. "Two minutes down, three to go."
"I'll shut up." Okay, she could bend and give a little more time, but only a little. Marlene had neglected her artistic side lately and so it was that six minutes later, out from behind a half-finished canvas or three came her easel, sketchpad and pencils. She flipped the pad to a fresh page. The lamp made evening shadows not exactly suited for sketching, but what the hey. She felt like a challenge as Skipper stood like the Statue of Liberty.
"It's been awhile since I did this. I'm rusty." Marlene adjusted Skipper's pose. "Stand like you generally do."
"Er, what? I generally stand on both feet."
"No, Skipper, I mean like this." Marlene put aside her pencil. She drew her expression down to resemble her friend's usual sharp gaze that bordered on a sneer as she slid her legs widely apart. She jutted both elbows out in akimbo position.
"I don't look like that!"
"Oh, sorry." She bunched up her shoulders as if she were going to take a sock at someone as she burrowed her neck deeper into her backbone. "I got it now, right? Private said you spend lots of time mirror gazing so this ought to look familiar to you, right?"
He grumped under his breath. "Private talks too much."
"Aw come on, Skipper! Pose for five minutes, can't you? Just let me get the basic sketch down! That's all for today."
"I think this pose was a bad idea. I don't look like that, that pose you're doing." He turned cajoling. "How about sketching me in my Stetson and sheriff's badge? That's the real me."
Sheriff ... saloon girl ... cleavage ... bar ... naughty portrait above the bar out of everyone's reach ... change of pose ... "You're right, we need a change of pose. Let me think." Marlene surveyed her home. In front of the entrance, where he would be backlit by the setting sun? She'd need only to complete the outline and would be able to slough off on details of the face and body.
No. She was ready to paint details. She eyed him critically to consider physical and personality traits: stocky with muscles layered over muscles, oozing power and resolve out of every feather, owning a piercing gaze, ready for action at all times. How about doing something to make him relax? That would be a true challenge as an artiste!
"Go lie down on my bed."
"You don't mean that. We'd be rushed and I'm not in the mood for a quickie."
"I mean it. Get comfortable and I'll be there in a minute."
She turned her back on him once more. The easel, brushes and pastels were easy to get into proper position. She finished preparing by sharpening her broad tipped sketch pencil between her teeth and when she turned back around, she couldn't help a smile at what he had done.
He lay on his back with knees pressed together like a timid virgin's. His flippers he'd crossed firmly over his chest as he looked up to the ceiling to will away the fateful reality of his place and pose. Was he ... afraid of her? Afraid of himself? Afraid of himself being afraid of her?
"Skipper! Relax, already."
"I am relaxed!"
"Yeah, no. Come on, I'm not going to bite."
"Fantastic, 'cause I don't like biting in the bedroom." Ahah, he'd come up with a zinger so he wasn't totally overwhelmed by the situation. He still clenched every muscle tight, though. She knocked his knees apart.
"Ah! Stop it!"
"All good models let the artist position them, so lighten up and we'll make a good start and you will leave directly afterwards. Good grief, it didn't seem like that big of a deal to pose."
He proved straightforward in divulging his reasons for coming back so soon. "I need more change in routine and I know it. The egg thing is driving me crazy and the closer I got to home, the crazier I felt, so I turned around."
She could only imagine how much impending parenthood would change a life. "I'm sure Private is feeling similarly - "
"That's just it! He is happy as a Pismo clam at what is happening. I am, er - " He dropped off until she prodded as a good friend would.
"Unhappy?"
He took a moment to reply. "No, but I'm uncertain and I damn well hate being uncertain. A leader has no right to be." It poured out. "He's changed and I've changed and the whole team isn't what it was before we left for Åland. Now there are going to be parental duties and dammit to hell, I can't drill him or Rico or Kowalski on how to be a parent because I've never been one. I've got no experience, Marlene."
"No. You haven't."
He relaxed but only to a half-angry flailing of flippers. "That's it? I thought you'd coddle me and make me fish coffee and rub my - well. I could have gotten this much out of Barry and you know how I feel about Barry."
The timing was wrong to laugh so she didn't. "Skipper, I didn't see you nurture Private to adulthood so this is secondhand, but he told me how you and the others saved him from tiger seals - "
"That's leopard seals, Marlene."
"- leopard seals and raised him to the splendid young penguin he is today. If that's not family and parenthood, I don't know what is." She drew her gaze from the shelf that held the friendship bracelet that Private had given her.
"General Tso's chickens, this is waaay different!"
Oh, maybe this was the problem. "You're related by blood to little Sally or Milton or Dennis or Daisy and that's the change?"
"It so is, yeah, that's huge! The baby will look like me or him and so will Rico and Kowalski's baby. I'll be reminded all the time of what I have to do to stay on guard 24/7 for years - "
"Private and the others will help you, Skipper."
He calmed a smidgen. "Yeah, well. Seguro."
"They'll love little Sally or Donald or Primula as much as you will, er I mean Milton did you toss out Donald from your list because I can't keep up - "
"Yeah, okay. Sure, I guess so. I mean, what choice do I have?"
You can run away from responsibility is what you can do, Skipper. Leaving is a choice. Why do I have trouble seeing you this conflicted? This was turning into so much more than a modeling session that now seemed doomed. Marlene surprised herself by shoving aside notions of art as she suggested, "You're tense. How about going home to Private and um, starting Operation: Makeout? You know what I mean."
"He doesn't want me to fuck him."
She clapped her paws to her ears. "Whoa! That's a whole nother bag! I don't need to know this much, even as your friend and his friend, Skipper - "
"Yeah, I guess you don't. I'll be on my way, then." He looked downcast. "Bye." He sat up straight like a soldier only to slump as he dangled his legs over the side of her bed. "It's still raining, though."
It couldn't end like this, for the sake of their friendship and the security of the whole zoo. A Skipper demoralized was a Skipper unable to lead and protect. For her own sake as well as her zoomates', she had to try to help. "Hold on, lie back down and pretend I'm Doctor Pill."
"It's Doctor Phil and that's Kowalski's thing. He spouts that guy's sayings all the time. It's not as nausorating as Lunacorn philosophy, but it's close."
"Huh okay that's where I must have heard it. Anyway. Skipper. You know how to get someone in the mood, right? Especially someone you've known a long time? Oysters, guitar music, er, whatever kind of music Private likes, I mean - " She joined him on the edge of her bed and patted his knee. "It's easy listening, am I right?"
"It's mystical that you know his taste, Marlene. You and he have gotten closer than I'd thought possible."
Did he suspect Private was confiding too much sensitive, um, intel? This was going in the wrong direction. "Wellllll, maybe a leeeetle closer. Not all that much. Mostly we talk about you. Back on track, Skipper, why don't you try - "
The sigh stirred her fur. "Because it's the whole egglaying thing. He's stopped up now and then and sore and even before he complained about it, he said he's so focused on the eggs that there's no energy left for dealing with me that way. He didn't want to even when I suggested him topping again or a daisy chain with Rico and Kowalski - "
"Yeah see that's Tee Em Eye and I'm blushing, so stop."
"I could tell you were about to. I just threw that lie in about Rico and Kowalski to see how red your little nose would get." He reached up to boop the end of her muzzle.
Marlene covered her scowling face and wrinkled nose and then peeked through her digits. "Well, good job. I can hardly look at you without seeing that scenario. I suppose you'd link me into the chain with a Bosnian see-saw - "
"Ack!"
"What, you think I couldn't? You think I wouldn't?" She dropped her paws and regarded him straight on. The atmosphere in her home had shifted from the artiste's ethereal realm to more practical, down-to-earth surroundings. It remained to be seen if the first posing for her newest sketch would be completed this time, but at least her friend didn't appear as down in the dumps as before.
Blustering made him cuter. She could see the attraction for Private as he stuttered, "N-No! I know you can do whatever you put your mind to! Now I'm thinking - stop it. I'll model for you, I'll do anything for you, if you stop talking right now. I'm embarrassed." And he was, she could tell by the way he'd rolled over to face the wall. Hee, she'd gotten him but good. He was such fun to mess with.
"See? See? Kidders can't take kidding. I knew it all along."
"Shut up, Marlene."
"Only for you."
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On the way home sixteen minutes later, Skipper slowed his waddle. He had broken his promise to Private for good and all. Marlene was a delectable female and even if they weren't in love and she were a mammal, there was no way to make what they did sound okay to Private, clean and honorable Private. The squabble they two began before he left played via stereophonic sound in the woofers and tweeters of his mind.
So, Skippa, we trade night duty after hatchin', righto?
I don't think so. I need to lead and I can't do it effectively on less rest than normal.
I, I was hopin' for equal parentin' -
- which we'll do. In daylight or, hell, anything up until lights out.
It's not very fair. Tradin' off a chore makes it less a bore.
I can't believe you think that parenting will be a bore or a chore! It'll be a challenge like none we've faced!
Well, it's just mindin' kids, innit, so that's why we'll share everythin'! Just like K'walski and Rico will!
I don't care what you and I do together after hatching if we keep to the same eating and sleeping schedule!
Except for me, my schedule gets bollixed, yeah?
Yeah!
He took smaller steps. Private and parenthood awaited him at home. Yeah, sure, he wanted these babies. It was the inevitability of it all that daunted him. No takebacks, no do overs, just responsibility in the most personal way possible in life. Private swelled with happiness and, he guessed, a little bloat due to the eggs, but he couldn't be sure. When he saw him, he'd dismiss Rico and Kowalski to polishing the inside of their habitat fence and he and Private would have it out. Arguing about who would do nighttime baby duty was silly. It would be Private, the one who could stay up late watching boring Shakespeare plays and be chipper the next day. Yup, that was settled.
He hummed just walking in the rain thinking how we met as he somersaulted into their lair's island and saw Kowalski's head pop up out of the hatch. Kowalski and the others likely had worried. He'd put their minds at ease with an official apology because lying about the reason for his absence was in the cards, but lying about everything else was not. Lying was for the overall good.
"Sir, all secure. We saved you a codfish." Kowalski seemed to discern that this had been not a solo mission but a mental health afternoon break. Skipper straightened his feathers as an afterthought. Marlene sure had messed them up. Uh oh, was that a measuring glance from keen scientist eyes? He glared down any questions that Kowalski might bring up.
"Preen the back of my neck, would you, Kowalski? The wind ruffled it something fierce and I need to present my best when I straighten out next week's schedule with Private. It's the big one, you know."
Kowalski made no comment as he preened until he stopped short. "I know. Sir, you have chestnut fur in your feathers right here. I'll remove it."
Crap. "Er, yeah, I visited Marlene on my, um, toot. I'll report myself to HQ tomorrow morning."
"As you see fit, sir." Damn, that was a lot of 'sirs.'
"Any developments on the Private front I ought to know?"
Kowalski hesitated. "Yes. He talked to his Lunacorn for one point thirty-six hours after you left this afternoon. He took a waddle around in the rain to clear his head, he said, and came back to get into yours and his bunk, er, the one you share when you s-sleep together. Talking to his Lunacorn resumed after the walk. Rico and I stayed in the lab because he said he wanted to be alone at that point. As of this evening, he ate his usual portion of fish and seemed more settled."
"Soldier, I'm only asking this because of what the team needs to stay frosty. What did you and Rico overhear him say to his Lunacorn?"
"Nothing, sir. He mumbled."
"Did he cry?"
"No, sir."
Splendid. Now for what he'd hoped never to need to ask. "What would Doctor Phil say to all this?"
Kowalski stood at attention. "Many things, sir. You generate the results in your life that you believe you deserve. The best predictor of future behavior is past behavior, so you have to create a new history. Never base a relationship on sex; you need love, compassion and caring, then sex can be a reflection of that."
"The middle one."
"Sir?"
"Recap it for me."
"Uh, uh, I don't know if I can read emotions well enough to - "
"Try. That's an order."
Kowalski took a deep breath. "Well, sir, I think it says to, to think how you want the future to be with Private and rework your opinions about his actions and so create a new revisionist view of your relationship with him - "
"Not bad. Pat yourself on the back."
"My apologies, sir. I realize that Rico and I never will have to deal with egg production, and I cannot truly understand your sitch." His voice broke. "I wish that I could."
"Not in the hand dealt you, my friend. My compadre. Mi terroncito de azúcar." Nothing in life had ever felt more right than Kowalski's and his swift hug and swift release. "I'm rested and ready, so onward into the breach. I'm sending up Rico to join you in a minute. He'll have the metal polish and I want the interior and exterior of our habitat fence to gleam when you're finished."
"Sir, it's raining."
Crap, so it is! Get grounded, soldier! You can do this thing. "Yeah. Right. Keen observation. Well, sweep the garage, then. Be back at lights out, no exceptions, and no more joy riding after joy humping in our car."
"Got it, sir."
Skipper headed down the hatch to meet his doom or so said the expression on his face.
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Kowalski caught sight of the lemurs dancing in the rain and shook his head. What would the zoo turn into if lemurs had the same experience with Frances Alberta that his commander and the private endured? Was endured the correct term? Meh. When Rico emerged two minutes later, the partners headed for the garage without a word.
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