A/N: Hello to all who stumbled upon this fic, and those who've read my first fic, and were either sorely disappointed with the ending, but decided to forgive me!:) As I stated in my previous fic, I am trying to create a story similar to the Skipper/Private moments in said previous fic, but I'm also trying to get more in touch with the characters' emotions and actions, based on how they originally act in the TV series. So, please review, as I am looking forward to hearing feedback as always, and enjoy :)

WAIT: Disclaimer, I don't own PoM, Characters, blah blah okay storytime!

Skipper took Private in his arms, compelling him in a passionate kiss, which was replied by the little private moving his beak slowly up and down his neck, forcing a giggle from him as they slowly made their was to the bunks. Skipper had sat down, and he was about to get comfortable as Private lunged onto him, bringing on another kiss. Slowly everything faded to black and the last words Skipper heard were:

I love you.

Skipper shot up in his bunk as he awoke from his dream, trying to catch his wits as he realized his surroundings. How could I have dreamed that? Again! Me..and Private? Doing those...things...to each other.. Skipper had managed to calm his breathing as he glanced at the clock opposite his bunk, It read 5:33. Skipper sighed as he hopped down and paced nervously around his Head Quarters, remembering every single moment from the dream he had just awoken from as if he lived it.

This wasn't the first time he had noticed the dream. In fact, it had been reoccurring for almost a week now. He was too scared, or as he thought, paranoid, to tell anyone about it. They would be appalled. After all, it was all monster trucks, right? As the distraught penguin paced around and around, he had abruptly stopped at one side of the room. Ironically enough, it was right in front of Private's bunk.

Skipper had edged himself closer to the slumbering penguin, nearly towering over him as he found himself deep in thought. What was it about the little guy that makes me dream this way? I can't see myself ever really doing anything at all with Private, yet as the seconds grow, I catch himself becoming more and more enthralled with him. He quickly shook the thoughts away, as he had noticed the time had flew by, the clock now reading 5:56. "Damn" he said under his breath, realizing he was thinking about Private for 20 minutes. He had wished he had the time to figure everything out. But there were more important matters at hand, like training. Well, those matters were important at least to Skipper anyway.

"Rise and shine men, we've got work to do soon." The flat-headed penguin exclaimed, pouring himself a mug of coffee, waiting for a response from his team-mates. Nothing but a few tired moans. Skipper chuckled to himself as he said, "Alright, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way." as he pulled an air horn out from a trunk in the corner. "One last chance, men." He warned. "Just five more minutes sir." Kowalski said, a hint of grumpiness in his voice. Skipper sighed. "I warned you.." Skipper said as he went to the bunks and braced himself. 5 seconds later, the team had all awaken, nearly jumping out of their skin as the extremely loud noise invaded their slumber.

"Well, it's good to see you're all up," Skipper said astringently as he threw the air horn back into the trunk. "We have approximately 40 minutes until our morning training session, so do what you need to get ready." Soon after everyone had managed to slump down from their beds, Kowalski found himself playing a game of "Go Fish" with Rico, and Private was watching the television intently. Skipper was sitting next to Private, but not paying attention at all to the screen, or to the little penguin.

Usually after the dreams, Skipper would be able to forget all about it, thanks to all of the hard practicing he and the team did. But today, he just couldn't get it out of his mind. Without Kowalski to make the options for him, Skipper decided himself it was best to try to avoid Private today as much as possible. Though, right now, he found it to be increasingly hard, as the private tried to spark up a conversation. "Something on your mind, sir?" "No." Skipper had thought it to be a bit harsh, but he'd rather have as little interaction as possible. For some reason, he just felt weird. No, weird wasn't the right word. It was more like...nervous. Private was taken aback, expecting something a little more than 'No'. "Oh, well..eh.. alright. Would you like to watch the tele with me?" The small penguin said as he tapped the spot next to him. Skipper completely disregarded Privates existence as if he weren't even in the room. "I'm going topside to start training, you can join when you're ready, men" Skipper said as he quickly climbed the ladder and opened the fishbowl entrance to the zoo.

Private was at a loss of words. He'd never seen Skipper act this way before, especially around him. Did he do something to make Skipper angry? He'd thought back on the previous days and come up with nothing. In fact, he thought he was doing so well, Skipper should be treating him better! "Did Skippah seem a bit.. eh.. different today, K'wolski?" It took a bit for Kowalski to respond as he calculated his next move on the seemingly simple card game with Rico. "What do you mean, Private?" Kowalski must've not even noticed what Skipper had said. "Never mind, we should probbly get going to training though." He said solemnly as he got up from the chair and waddled towards the ladder.

As the rest of the team got topside, Skipper was vigorously practicing his hand-to-hand combat, obviously trying to forget anything that happened in the HQ. And in his mind. "Oh, good to see you joining, team." He said with a dignified smirk on his face. "Today, we will be practicing our hand-to-hand fighting and evading skills. Good,Skipper thought to himself,Now I can show him how hard I've practiced! Alright Rico, you're with..." He took a look at Kowalski, which made Private smile, hoping Skipper would train with him. But the smile was instantly ripped off as Skipper finished. "You're with Private, and I'll be with Kowalski."

Private's heart literally dropped as he watched Skipper go ahead with his training, with what seemed to be his new training partner. He couldn't help but feel a spark of jealousy. Even after training was over, Skipper refused to sit next to him as they ate, scooting away whenever Private would move closer to him. He had it. He didn't know what was wrong with the penguin that was perfectly normal yesterday, but he was determined to find out. Skipper, on the other hand, was determined to get rid of him so he could be at peace Why can't the little bugger understand? He decided to take drastic measures to have him leave.

"Alright men, I think we did an excellent job at training, so you can have the rest of the day off." He said, trying to sound as professional as he could. "Why don't the three of you go get a snow cone?" Rico's face lit up as he screamed, "Snoww Coowne!" as he ran off, Kowalski not too far behind. "I think I'll just stay here.. Sir." Skipper heard Private say. He could feel the anger and sadness in his voice. Skipper tried to walk off, holding back the wanting to talk to him, but Private held his shoulder' with his flipper. "What is up with you, Skippah? You've been avoiding me all day!"

"I have not!" Skipper replied, wishing he could just forget the dream, and the odd feeling he felt as Private touched him. It felt..good, but so different. Skipper almost immediately knocked the flipper off his shoulder. "Yes you are, don't deny it! You're even doing it right now!" Private then looked to the ground, frowning and feeling a small amount of tears swell up in his eyes. "Is..Is there something...Wrong with me?" Skipper couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to hurt the little guy's feelings, but he just wanted to figure it all out. "I've had enough of this, soldier. I'm going back inside an-" "No! Talk to me, Skippah!" Private yelled as he put a somewhat forceful had on Skipper's shoulder again.

Skipper was through this time. He turned around, yelled, "I'm done!", and with most of his strength, he backhanded Private. Skipper watched in shock and horror at what he'd done as Private hit the ground with a loud thud. When he looked up, tears swelled in his eyes, and a large red mark covered half of his face. There was a small trickle of blood running down his head "What the Hell is wrong with you, Skippah?" He cried as he ran into the HQ, tears now pouring from his face. "God-Dammit! Skipper yelled as he punched the concrete wall. What was wrong with him?

I can't believe I hit him..hard! What the Hell am I thinking? And this was all over some stupid dream! But Skipper felt there was a more deep meaning behind it. He balled his fists in anger, wishing he could process these emotions he was feeling. Why should I? I was trained not to feel anything but leadership! Why do these new feelings pop up, and seem to intensify every time I see Private?

After a few minutes, Skipper felt he had to go into the HQ. He Slowly climbed down into the lair, where he could already hear Private bawling into his pillow. Skipper felt so terrible. He hadn't meant to hit him so hard. Why did he hit him at all? He didn't have the time to think, as he turned the corner to Private. "Private..I'm s-" He began but was interrupted by Private.

"Get the Hell away from me!" Private screamed as he lobbed his pillow towards him. Skipper caught it in an instant, but was horrified as he looked closer at the pillow. The one side Private was leaning on was almost completely blood-soaked. Skipper wanted to kill himself for the way he hurt the younger penguin. He had also noticed that behind the anger and sadness in Private, he saw fear. He was cowering in the corner of his bunk as Skipper tried to move in closer. Each small step he took induced more and more fear into the little penguin, as he was now shaking uncontrollably. "I said stay away!" Skipper looked into Private's eyes, and was shocked at what he saw. He saw not only the fear, but the feeling that the commanding officer he was staring at was a completely different person. Skipper held back small tears himself as he realized how monstrous he was.

He had swallowed down his tears as he said to the frightened Private, "Please, Private. Let me talk to you." With that, Private had seemed to calm down a small bit, but Skipper felt something inside of him that he needed to let out, now. Skipper ran to Private and hugged him as hard as he could. He couldn't contain his tears anymore. Skipper, the one everyone praised for his bravery, was now crying into the shoulders of his Private.

"I'm so sorry, Private! I don't know what the Hell came over me. I feel like killing myself, I didn't want to hurt you, please believe me! I just.. just.." "Skipper.." Private began, now wiping the tears and blood from his face. "you're... you're crying" Skipper strangely felt 100 times better as he felt the little penguin's flippers hug him back. "Why? Why did you ignore me? What happened to you?"

Skipper wished he could answer that question.