Fandom: Penguins of Madagascar
Characters/Pairings: Skipper, Private, Kowalski, Manfredi & Johnson, Hans, Roger the Alligator, Max the Stray Cat
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'll give them back clean and de-humanized when I'm done, mm-kay? If I ever actually finish these. They're kind of fun.
Warnings: AU, Humanized, slightly strong language, dark in spots (especially 144), violence, threats, slash,
Author's note: And we've made it to 150! I may have inspired some others to take up writing prompt based stories as well. Enjoy! 145 is SLASY!! You find out who it is at the end. Be calm.
"Skippah, why can't you go to Denmark?" Private asked as he and Skipper watched Hans walk away.
"That's between me, Hans, and the Danes," Skipper replied.
After leaving Skipper alone, Private went and asked Kowalski. The older scientist sighed. "You know how we say all kinds of strange things happened to Manfredi and Johnson?"
"Yes, but what do they have to do with Skippah not being allowed in Denmark?"
"We never found out what happened to Johnson, but I suspect something horrifying. As for Manfredi... I think he threw himself in front of Skipper to prevent him from getting killed. And it traumatized Skipper." Private's baby blue eyes went wide. "I wasn't there myself I was still recovering from knee surgery. But that's the only thing I can think of that would make Skipper act like that. And I know they were working with Hans at the time. But I don't know all that much. Hans won't talk about it and Skipper can't." Kowalski was sad, and Private sat down beside him. "Manfredi was basically our big brother, despite him being our leader. He was an amazing person."
"He sounds like it." Private was sincere. "What can you tell me about him?"
"You really want to know?" Private enthusiastically nodded his head. "Well alright. This one time..."
"Way. Congratulations, you're about to be the proud owner of a giant beating stick that has a blade."
"Not a problem."
Sunday night was movie night, the one night everyone sat down and relaxed. This particular Sunday was Private's turn to pick the movie.
"The Fox and the Hound? Really?" Skipper asked, placing the VHS tape into a VCR Kowalski had unearthed from the bowls of his lab.
"Yes, really. It's a good movie and it's been a while since I've seen it. I thought it would be a good choice," Private answered.
"Well then. Pass the popcorn."
Part way through the movie, Private heard a soft sniffling noise. When he looked away from the TV screen, he looked at the others. Kowalski was actually watching the movie, Rico was half-asleep on Kowalski's shoulder, and Skipper...Skipper was crying. Not very loud, as neither Kowalski nor Rico could hear him, but since Private was closer, he could. Private smiled to himself, secretly glad that he had chosen the movie he had.
Fear kept them in check. It was what had Kowalski working hard to get communications back up as soon as possible. He may have been confined to a hotel room on his own in the middle of Copenhagen, but he'd be damned before he failed them.
Managing to get communications back online, Kowalski heard something that horrified him Skipper yelling Manfredi's name, an agonized scream potentially from Johnson, and a pained grunt that could only have come from Manfredi himself. Kowalski let out a horrified gasp and tried in vain to triangulate exactly where they were, nearly screaming in frustration as he got error message after error message, being forced to hear Blowhole berate Skipper, something happen to Johnson, and the last pained gasps of Manfredi.
And he was afraid of what might have happened had he not been injured and had been there as well.
"Why?" Skipper asked, staring straight up into the eyes of the person who could either be his greatest enemy or his greatest ally.
"Why what?" they asked, leaning forward a little, straddling Skipper fully.
"Why do you keep coming back? I know you've got better things to do."
"And yet here I am. Have you ever considered that I might find you more interesting than the things I'm supposed to be doing?" they countered, touching foreheads with Skipper.
"You're going to be the death of me some day," Skipper said, closing his eyes.
"That's debatable, considering your job." They relaxed fully, completely lying on top of Skipper.
"Don't remind me. But yours is just as dangerous. If not more so."
"It's alright. I know what I'm doing."
"I hope you do Hans. I hope you do."
He'd almost accidentally let it slip. Uncle Nigel thought Private was working for MI6 reasonable, considering the training he now realizes he went through that he wasn't a nancy cat and it was an act. Skipper thought Private really was a nancy cat and that he didn't work for MI6 but their UN sanctioned team.
They were mostly right.
"Rico, you've got braided rope, right?" Kowalski asked. Rico just sent him a Look. "Of course you do. You have everything in that stomach of yours. That was a stupid question."
148 Model (Genderbend!AU)
"I hate you," Kowalski growled, smoothing her skirt and standing straighter.
"I'm sorry, you're the only one who can infiltrate this particular agency. Now smile, you're prettier when you smile," Skipper replied, handing her a file folder. "Kowalski, you're a beautiful woman. Knock 'em dead."
"Rather do it literally," she stated but smiled anyway. "I guess I've got to play nice with the other ladies, now don't I?"
Rico tapped her on the shoulder. "You look amazing."
"Kowalski, your figure is perfect for a woman your height," Private said. "What? It's true! She's really pretty."
"You're adorable Private. Alright. I'm going in."
"Good luck," Rico said.
"Thanks. I'm going to need it." With a determined step, Kowalski strode into the modeling agency.
"Whoa... stereo," Private said after getting simultaneous and resounding "no's" from both Skipper and Kowalski. He'd asked a seemingly innocent question and received an unexpected denial. The force of their collective "no" startled him slightly. "Chill. I'm not that crazy. I won't bungee jump off Brooklyn Bridge." Once they left he muttered under his breath, "I'll jump off London Bridge instead, next time we're in England."
"They love Max," Roger said to Private. "He's a nice young gentleman, and the ladies who frequent my diner after musicals tip him really well. These are actresses who are hard to impress, as well."
"That's brilliant, Roger," Private responded.
"And he may have taken in a stray cat. I always end up with a little less fish than I order, but then again, I am ordering extra, since I suspect that's where it's going," Roger continued. "He really is a good boy."