Finally an update. This is playing Julien a bit lusty. Sorry if you don't like. I'm going to posting this message here on most of my stories as I work on them:

If you'd like a little sad Christmas fanfic with Private, check back with me in December. I've been spending a lot of time on a fanfic of this type, and hopefully if you do check it out, you will not be disappointed.

A PENGUIN'S FUZZY LITTLE FRIEND

BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON

Passion in my eyes, I lived it everyday, but how could you go throw it all away?
In my dreams it's me and you, it's there I saw it all come true
As time went by faith in you grew, so one thing's left for me to do

-Betrayed by Avenged Sevenfold


CHAPTER ONE: A PRIVATE MATTER

Ich nehm mein Schicksal in die Hand
Mein Verlangen ist bemannt

Wo das süße Wasser stirbt
weil es sich im Salz verdirbt

(I take my destiny in my own hands
My desire is manned

Where the fresh water dies
because it taints itself in salt)

-Mann Gegan Mann by Rammstein

Blowhole's clicking laugh sent shivers down Skipper's spine. Julien was tempted to offer a place against the royal chest for warmth, but it was certainly not the time. Skipper seemed out of it. He was totally bewildered. He had suspected nothing.

"I'll leave you to your price." Blowhole clicked to Julien. "Try to make it quick though, we have little time."

He winked at Julien before closing the door and setting the code activated lock. Julien smiled slightly and looked at Skipper. He was speechless for a moment and as Julien opened his mouth to speak, Skipper spoke; "You were a... double, double agent?"

"I will be excusing de interruption of the King," Julien said, rolling his eyes. "And be answering your silly question instead."

Skipper stared at him waiting for an answered. Julien sighed and shook his head. This dumbfounded state of Skipper was cute, but a bit annoying.

"Yes." Julien finished.

Skipper gasped as though it was a conclusion that no one could have suspected. Julien began to feel bad. The only way he could be this surprised was if he had had a lot of faith in Julien, right?

"Why?" Skipper croaked.

"Dat, is why the fish left you wit' me." Julien said, and smiled widely at Skipper.

Skipper backed up against the wall and glared at Julien. "I'll say nothing. You'll never get anything out of me!"

"Silly penguin," Julien cooed, shaking his head and taking a step or two toward Skipper. "You don't need to be saying anything."

He closed the space between them, and placed his paws on Skipper's firm chest, stroking the white plumage.

"Unless of course, it is; 'I love King Julien'." He murmured.

Enlightenment flicked into Skipper's eyes as he stared into Julien's, as he realized what Julien wanted, what he had craved for so long. A tentative flipper wrapped over Julien's waist, just at the verge of being wrapped around his bum. The other was placed on Julien's shoulder, stroking his fur softly.

"A king can have whatever he wishes." Skipper said softly, leaning up towards Julien's muzzle.


"Ringtail!" Skipper barked loudly, snapping Julien out of his daze.

The King had been slumped in his seat, staring off toward the penguin habitat, waiting for the penguins to emerge and for Skipper, in his strong, masculine voice, to begin giving them orders. Julien could think of some orders he'd like to receive from Skipper...

"Ringtail! Calling Ringtail!" Skipper shouted in the lemurs face.

Julien snapped back into reality again and drew back, annoyed.

"There is no need to be being this close." He said, though he wouldn't mind it if Skipper wasn't angry.

"I've been trying to ask you a question for the past five minutes!" Skipper bellowed, and Julien could tell he was seriously angry. His blue iceberg ice were burning wildly, and his voice conveyed nothing more than determination to know what he wanted to know. Julien would have played up his normal routine a bit more, but he was a bit frightened by Skipper's voice and eyes.

"What do you wish to know?" He asked, quietly.

"Have you seen Private?"

"The small penguin?"

"Yes, the small penguin!"

"The little, chubby one, about this high-..." Julien began to regain his courage but it was smacked out of him. Literally. By Skipper.

He'd been smacked by Skipper before, but never in such a frustrated, and infuriated manner. It hurt very much when done this way, and he drew back, holding his stinging cheek. His eyes showed his hurt, but Skipper's eyes did not break their angry gaze and he showed no remorse.

"Where..." Skipper hissed, his low and venomous. "Is he?"

"What makes you think I would be knowing?" Julien asked. "I have not seen him since yesterday."

"When yesterday?" Skipper growled, ignoring Julien's question.

Julien could tell that he'd either made a mistake, or Skipper had some reason to believe that he had done something with Private. His guts knotted. Had Skipper been suspecting his partnership with Blowhole. Did he know that Julien had not wiped his paws clean of the sea?

"Whenever you were coming back from getting de snow cones." Julien whimpered.

Skipper's eyes burned farther into Julien. He was analyzing him. Looking for that weakness that was beginning to show in Julien's eyes. Fear. Fear that Skipper knew what he had been doing. Where he went when Skipper would say he could careless about where the lemur was. Julien couldn't help but feel a slight poke of giddy pleasure that Skipper might be monitoring his actions. Even if the penguin was doing it only for his commando things, Julien liked to think that he was doing it because he was interested in what he did in his spare time, maybe looking for some sort of sign that the lemur felt something for the penguin...

"Skipper," Kowalski said, snapping them both out of each others eyes and to look at the intellect. "Julien checks out fine. The evidence that he was there was planted, the security footage from last night gives us all the information we need to know to begin a search."

"Good work, soldier." Skipper said nodding.

He shot Julien a hateful glance before the two penguins left. Julien was stunned by Skipper's treatment of him. Even whenever they were fighting, he treated him as... well maybe not an equal but an adult to an adult. Not a police officer getting tough on a kid. His intestines had untied a bit, but he felt sick still. He watched the penguins enter their habitat and caught one last glance from Skipper that he wished he hadn't. He sighed and went back into a daydream, ignoring Mort and Maurice for the moment, more interested in his fantasy life than his real one.


Julien tapped the dolphin on the back, who turned quickly, a ray gun like gizmo shooting up out of the front of his moped. It retracted as he saw it was Julien and the dolphin straightened back up.

"How do you sneak around like that?" Blowhole chirped, tilting his head.

Julien shrugged, dully.

"Okay, what do you need?" The Doctor asked, sighing and crossing his flippers. "It better be important."

"Did you kidnap the short, chubby penguin?" Julien asked.

"Yes, in fact, I wanted to show you that now." Blowhole pressed a button and a sheet of metal slid down with Private strapped in metal cuffs to it.

The penguin looked harrowed and tired, he was slumping and nothing to say, he didn't even look surprised when his lazy eyes fell on Julien.

"What have you done to him?" Julien gasped.

"I've sucked all of his vigor out." Blowhole said, giving an evil laugh. "He no longer has a will to fight, nor even live."

Julien thought of saying something in protest to this. After all, he didn't think the other penguins deserved this even if he wasn't too fond of them. But he didn't and simply asked what he wanted to ask.

"So why did dey think I had something to do wit' the penguin's kidnapping?" Julien asked.

Blowhole looked at him for a minute before bursting into laughter, as did several of his henchmen, and the rest joined in, not wanting to be left out of whatever the joke was.

"Oh Julien, it was a mere jest," Blowhole said. "I had my lobsters plant a little false evidence linking you, so we could all have a good laugh."

And they broke out laughing again. The lobsters didn't find it quite as funny this time but with an evil eye from Blowhole they found it much more hilarious.

"Isn't dat kind of dangerous?" Julien asked.

"A bit yes," Blowhole admitted. "But I've got everything covered. Don't worry, I won't betray you."

He winked at Julien and Julien turned to leave.

"I won't be the Julien, and you the Skipper." Blowhole murmured as Julien walked away, causing the King to grimace a bit and pause before walking on.


I hope I don't over-do or under-do Julien's accent, I'm not very good when it comes to them.