A\N: Since the last chapter was so short, I wrote the next one too. =}
The five penguins sat around the table, passing food, talking and glaring. Well, no, Kowalski did that one. Anthony decided it was ruining the mood and tried to start a conversation with his son. "So, Kowalski…" The name kinda felt weird in his beak. "How do you like it here?" "It´s nice, better than Antarctica." The penguin returned. "I´m glad to hear that…" Anthony nodded, going back to his food. "Kowalski, your father had come a long way…" Skipper started. "Wouldn´t you two like to sit alone and catch up on things?" "Oh yes! I created a monster that almost ate up the whole zoo, blew up our HQ multiple times and I´m on the road to madness! Are you proud of me?" Skipper scowled, wanting to slap his soldier for being so childish. "Kowalski-" "Look, son. I know how I treated you was wrong-" "And I want to say I´m sorry!" Kowalski interrupted. "You said exactly those words back at the university. Looks like you haven´t changed at all." "Kowalski!" Skipper snapped. "No, Skipper, I´m sorry, but this isn´t any of your business. Look, Anthony, I don´t care if you´re really feeling guilty this time, which would be rather hard because you don´t actually have feelings!" Anthony stood up too, but didn´t move, not even blinking at the verbal attack from his son. "You just filled my childhood up with pain and lies, making me believe I wasn´t good enough to be your child! It took me ages to finally convince myself that I never was the problem! It was you! And the truth is, you´re the one not worthy!" Kowalski slid out and slammed the door to his lab shut so hard, that the ground shook. Private and Rico were too shocked to move, while Skipper turned toward Anthony again. "It was a mistake coming here…" The father quietly said. Before anyone could convince him to stay, his flippers were already in theirs, shaking them. "It was nice to get to know you." The elder saluted Skipper before climbing out of the hatch. Skipper sat down again, glancing at the lab door. "Should I go talk to him, Skippah?" The Brit offered, but his leader shook his head. "Not now, Private."
Kowalski rested his head in his flippers, staring at the scorched wall. Even though his conscience started to whisper again, he felt like he hadn´t expressed himself well enough. "I hate him." Kowalski groaned, resting his head in his flippers, also hating the way he yelled at his father and how he couldn´t get his feelings under control. Skipper was probably really mad at him. The scientist sighed, wishing that Jiggles were here. He missed the Jell-o cube, but more, he needed someone to talk to. Someone who won´t talk back and always agrees with him. (of course, Jiggle always agreed with him, only when the fruits\whipped cream kept coming) Kowalski lay his head down on the table, taking in the familiar smell of ashes, science and soap that didn´t help much against the stains. Soon, he fell asleep, unaware of what was going to happen in a few hours.
Anthony walked through the park, wanting to get back home as soon as possible. Home was the Bronx Zoo, where he had been moved to about a month ago. Maybe he´ll try another time. He couldn´t give up on his son. Anthony was just thinking that, he knew Kowalski won´t ever forgive him. While it was true he had tried to win Kowalski´s trust back at a certain university and then misused it again, he really was sorry. ´I never was good with words…´ He thought, rounding a corner. He passed a duck family that were peacefully sleeping in a nest, the mother spreading her wings out. Anthony smiled at the cute sight.
"Well, the boss said to get a tall penguin who had a special design on his feathers." Red Two told his buddy. The two lobsters were searching for that special penguin, hoping he wasn´t like the four, kicking their heads before they could blink. Red Five shrugged, holding the tazer between his claws.
Skipper knocked quietly at Kowalski´s door. "Soldier?" Nothing. The leader hated being ignored, so he pushed the door open. The genius was sleeping soundly on his desk. Skipper smiled, before sighing and getting behind him. The two penguins never talked much about personal stuff like their past or childhood, ect. Skipper because some of his memories weren´t some he liked to recall, others might give the team a whole other image of him. Kowalski never had been a penguin of many words when it came to personal experiences, Doris as an exception of course. The leader picked the much taller bird up with great difficulty, carrying him into his bunk, where the other two were joining them.
Anthony was not too far away from the exit now, shivering as the cold breeze floated over him. It was a cold night, something below zero. Suddenly, muffled clicks, click, click, clicks on the grass filled the air. But before the father had a chance to turn around or indentify the noise, white-hot pain shot through him, disabling the penguin long enough for the salt-water couple to pick him up and carry him away.
A\N: Think of this as a part two of the last chapter. xP Yeah, I know they are short, but some stories have short chapters. $.´} Hope you enjoyed and please leave a comment on your way out. K:D