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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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Private bided his time for almost a week before readdressing the name issue. When he analyzed the incident later, Kowalski realized that Private had waited until Skipper got sucked into a hockey game. It was taking a chance, Kowalski reflected, because if their team lost, then Skipper would have been in a bad mood. Not much would persuade him to accept a serious change such as that to his son's name.
It was in his more reasonable moments that Kowalski applauded Private's gamble; in the heat of the incident, his passions ran too high to approve of the strategy.
"Do we need to switch teams, hah, do we?" Skipper blasted at their TV screen as he chug a lugged a Duff beer. "Well, we will if the Rangers fart around any more! Mop up the ice with those guys, sheesh, Las Vegas! The Rangers better not trade McDonagh and Miller, you hear me!" He turned to his kids ensconced various places on Kowalski. "What is happening to hockey, I ask you!"
Sally hissed from Kowalski's lap, Rico booed from his belly down sprawl on the floor and Tactic squawked like Fred did when he got his tail caught in the revolving door of the museum. Tactic had opened his eyes in the same swift manner this morning as he had shed his shell, kablammo! as the teensiest rip in one corner unzipped within an hour.
The third period of the game remained scoreless, but the first two made up for it as the Golden Knights got with the program, 2-1 final.
Kowalski held his breath in memory of the incident as he had at its debut. He had felt secure that Tactic's name would remain Tactic, pure and simple. Private and Skipper shared their baby with him and Rico under no obligation, but what if one of the two went back on the agreement? He searched his memory for relevant advice from Doctor Phil and came up blank, which alarmed him further. Sally tensed between his legs and he willed himself to chill out. She shifted further, still awake in her nap time.
"Speakin' of switchin', Nippa is the perfect middle name to add to Sally's or Tactic's moniker! It rhymes with Skippa and it describes Her Tiny Highness and it's, it's cute in itself. Plus, it's British." Kowalski postulated that Skipper could imagine trumpets playing Rule Britannia and despite this, Skipper stood up for tradition because that's the way he rolled, good old sir.
"Okay, Private, your idea is noted and logged. I veto the suggestion of Nipper, however. Initiating middle names as a protocol would go against the penguin credo of having single names, which is called mononucleewhatsis, I believe - "
"Mononymous, sir."
" - right, that one, gracias mi segundo, but I forgive you, Private, for trying to wiggle in a British name. I'm easy." Gadzooks, was Skipper a great commander or what? Kowalski's alarm level eased to mildly tetchy as Sally slumped in pre-nap torpor.
He surmised that Private generally reserved certain sorts of sauce for his alone time with Skipper; he also observed that Private was getting bolder with the mantle of parenthood. "You say you're easy, Skippa? So I hear, from Doris, Kitka, Estrellita, Juana, Araceli, Fanny, Viola - "
Funny, the mention of Doris brought no sigh of regret. This felt like old territory in which to tease and Skipper rose to the bait. "I've told you there was no Viola!" He simmered down. "You ought to be glad, Private, that those others made me what I am today, the one who pops your hood each and every time - "
Kowalski placed himself between his commander and the crib holding Tactic. Rico had Tactic duty and Kowalski had volunteered to hold Sally while Skipper went over their mission schedule. Nowadays, action dwindled in the zoo, which he attributed to the zoosters allowing their protectors to become used to parenting, good old neighbors. Even the lemurs dialed down their antics; Kowalski suspected Maurice turning handsprings to make Julien rein in his whims.
"Ahem! Our youngsters Sally and Tactic don't need seeds planted in their wee brains before the appropriate season - "
Private giggled and then sobered. "K'walski's right, Skippa. I'll take this up with you later."
Skipper's voice reached the register below normal with the growl that rocked his partner's boat. "And when will that be?"
Private licked his beak, shivered and closed his eyes before offering a practical shrug. "Dunno. I'm still sore."
"Kowalski! Options!" Kowalski edged towards his lab. He whisked the door open and Rico waddled dutifully inside, rolling the crib before huffing in impatience and hefting it through the door.
Kowalski presented himself after pressing the door shut in exaggerated quiet. "Front and center as ordered, sir!"
"Why are Private's, um, privates still sore?" Unspoken was I want him now today as soon as possible what's the holdup.
It was time to divulge his theory on the matter. "Private is male no matter what Frances Alberta voodoed. His body parts weren't designed to handle the strain of producing one egg, much less two, and they need to recover." He cleared his throat and looked at a point dead between Private and Skipper. "A positive note is that Private's rearrangement of internal parts to foster parturition concluded naturally despite supernatural inculcation of such per my last examination of the area in toto."
Private and Skipper stared at him a really long time without blinking, so he added, "You won't need rubbers. No more baby carriage, just the playpen left."
"Oh. So that's what you meant."
"Good to know, K'walski."
He went on, "I estimate another twenty-one and seven nineteenths days before intimacy to be on the safe side."
It struck him as a change for the better in Skipper when Private's awwwwww was louder than Skipper's crap under his breath and there was no wordless yell to the ceiling. "Ten four, dammit."
Kowalski reflected that he owed Skipper and Private for allowing him and Rico to rear their delightful Tactic. He plunged ahead to Option Number Five. "There are other options to do, sir, and I'm sure you and Rico and I know them. You could teach Private to - "
"Ah bup bup bup, I'll handle that phase of our team's training and I don't need you to - "
"Nobody's asked me wot I want." Private's plaintive words stopped his lover cold.
Skipper stood at attention, flippers straight at his sides per regs. "My most grievous fault, babe. Continue."
"I'm all tuckered out in my noggin, Skippa. Remember how I said I wanted a break before my March March in Åland? I never did get one. We flew back here and then avalanched Little Egg Harbor and all that came after." Private tapped his flippertips together and looked deliberately winsome. He cocked an ankle and tilted his head to look just shy of his hyper-cute. "Twenty-one and seven nineteenths days is a good long holiday."
Kowalski was impervious to batting eyelashes from anyone except Rico. His voice rose. "Holiday? While tending to demanding babies and a demanding - er, uh, I mean - "
"I get it, Kowalski." Skipper faced his team at parade rest, for a change. "Operation: Staycation is a go. R and R around the house, here we come. Right a rooney, I'll do my share of Sally and Tactic care as expected and I'll, er, take a mental health break for twenty-one and seven nineteenths more days in addition to the forty-two since the kids' debuts as shiny new eggs. Restraint will do me good." He frowned and set the facts straight. "I guess. Sixty-three days? Nine w-weeks? Oh well. I can do this." He brightened. "Of course, we'll still go out on local missions - "
"Naturally, Skippa. Status as quo as you need it." Private put forth his own concerns, which Kowalski thought only fair. "As long as we take proper care of these two - "
"Tactic." Kowalski willed his voice to remain firm. How could he have doubted Doctor Phil? The most you will ever get is what you ask for—so be bold enough to reach for what's truly important to you. You deserve more, and you can have more, but first you have to name it to claim it surfaced in his cerebral cortex like a gift from Julien's Sky Spirits that a scientist did not believe in.
"Tactic, K'walski?"
The voice betrayed his excitement anyway. "Let's all agree to keep the name that Rico came up with, isn't my big sugar cube ingenious? It's appropriate for our callings, it's possible to nickname Tikki or maybe Takki, er oh no, Tacky wouldn't do. Anyway, we thought it the best choice a week ago and now reaffirm it to you two as a name for Egg Number Two." Kowalski's eyes begged as much as they had when he was invalided out of attending Invexpo. "Please?"
Rico had meandered to the refrigerator for another Duff, but Kowalski never worried if Rico would stand by him because some things in life were clear as the crystal waters of Homosassa Springs. Skipper ringed Private's waist and Private leaned his head on his love's shoulder.
"We've already agreed, so deep six that nervous nelly nattering, compadre."
"Righto, K'walski, Sally and Tactic it is."
Private and Skipper nodded at each other and then at Kowalski before Private frowned and piped up, "Wasn't Tactic where we - "
Skipper poked Private's ribs. "Tactic it stays, soldier."
"But, Skippa - "
"This time you'll see I'm right."
Private subsided after an ohhhhhhh. He smiled at Kowalski's slump of relief. "Tactic is smashin', K'walski. Good choice." He winked. "Tell Rico I understand."
Kowalski winked back. "Will do."
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Skipper knew better than to pursue the subject. Whether Kowalski realized or didn't realize the Xochi connection would remain between Kowalski and Rico as part of the baggage that any couple carries, baggage that exists but never ought to be opened. "Settled and sorted, excelente. Now send Rico topside with Private and me for tai chi and take over babysitting for the evening." He waved at Sally's drowsy face. "This kid ought to be no problemo so you ought to be able to watch highlights of the Stanley Cup Playoffs on Channel One. Look for Scooter Alvarez commentary, he's numero uno."
"Yippee! Aye aye, sir!" Kowalski waddled carefully for his lab and Rico pulled his face out of the refrigerator, stretching his legs in some deep knee bends before placing the Duff near his place for later. He winked at Skipper, included Private after a moment, and the three headed up the ladder for night time tai chi to wind down their day.
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