SORRY! I haven't updated in a long time because the last period has been sucky! I got in a car accident and bruised my ribs, my parents get arguing with me and each other over mail (they're divorced) and I had a massive writer's block! Sorry for everyone who has been waiting! And if there's anything you'd like to see happening, put it in a review! ^^
It was time for Skipper and his crew, to free their youngest teammate. The poor boy who had been captured by the diabolical Dr. Blowhole. Fearing that the mad scientist might have cause lots of harm to the fragile boy, the team made its way over to the evil lair in a record time. But who could have predicted that the private hadn't been harmed at all? Skipper knew the anger of Blowhole, knew what his wrath meant to intruders, and he was scared. Scared for his son, scared for his team…. scared of Blowhole. Although he would never admit the last part.
Private had been waiting patiently in the room, just like he was told. Not wanting to piss the scientist off, he stayed in the same position he was left in. Private didn't flinch when the door swung open, didn't whimper when he was roughly pulled up and made no effort to get away… when he was dragged into another room. The young guy was dragged into the center of all the madness; Blowhole's control room. A huge room with an echo effect from the high ceiling, wooden floor, hundreds of computers and some other machines that Private had no idea of what it was, and one big screen, showing the surroundings of the lair. The young soldier walked over to the big screen, eyes sparkling at the sight of his teammates sneaking around outside.
"Skippa…." He whispered to himself. A hand clamped down on his shoulder and the youngster didn't have to look to know who it was.
"They have come to safe you. Foolish people…" A maniacal chuckle sounded through the room. Private looked at all the lobsters surrounding them. They were real lobsters. A curious twinkle in his eyes betrayed the question he wanted to ask Blowhole.
"Yes, those are real lobsters. I have spend months on taming them and teaching them how to obey me. They are surprisingly smart animals." The scientist explained with a nod. Blowhole had stopped watching the screen, but that was only because he didn't need it. He didn't have to keep an eye on the intruders. In fact… he could easily count of because he knew how fast they were!
"That's.. amazing!" Private said in honest awe that his host was able to do such a thing. The young soldier looked around, wondering where the rest of his team was. What was the hold-up?
"Oh don't worry, they'll be here soon. They probably had some problems with my state of the art security system." Blowhole answered the unspoken question. "In fact! They'll be here in 3…2…1…"
"Private!" sounded a worried voice through the building. Private turned and looked around Blowhole. What he saw, much to his delight, was his whole team with Skipper in front. A smile spread over the youngling's face.
"Skippa!" He wanted to rush over to his father and hug him and he would have, if it weren't for the hand that kept him safely in place.
"Let him go, Blowhole! He hasn't done anything wrong!" Skipper yelled at the scientist, his face getting red in anger. Blowhole snickered at the irony. Private had done something wrong… he had left him the next morning to never return again, and Blowhole wasn't pleased with that.
"I wouldn't say that, Skipper. In fact, I've known young Private for a longer amount of time than you have!" He said with a chuckle. "Isn't that right… Sam?" The name rolled from his tongue, followed by a large grin at the probably uncomfortable situation he's put the younger one in.
Silence fell in the lair, in which Skipper stared at Private and Blowhole confused, Private looked away with a deep blush, Blowhole was grinning proudly and Kowalski and Rico were just utterly confused. To add some fuel to the awkwardness, Blowhole wrapped his arm around the boy's waist and pulled him in possessively, causing a glare from Skipper.
"S-Skippa… I-I… m-my innocence was stolen… o-on the day before I met you." Private started, unable to look Skipper in the eye. He fumbled nervously with his shirt.
"Where and who…?" Skipper asked sternly, although it was more out of shock and concern.
"I-I went to a bar to stay out of the storm… a-and he offered me a drink…"
"Excuse me…. HIM?" Skipper said with a frown. Private nodded embarrassed, his face turning a darker shade of red, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.
"Y-Y-Yes and… and I got drunk.. and he got drunk.. and he started teasing and I went along with it and before I knew it.. I kissed him and.. w-well.. I woke up in bed.. with him." He managed to get out. Blowhole wasn't grinning anymore besides him. His face showed no emotion at all. He hadn't expected Private to experience such strong… trauma… from it.
"Who is this… he?" Skipper asked almost afraid for the answer. Private swallowed nervously, and pointed to Blowhole.
The whole team, minus Private, gasped and stared at them in a mixture of slight disgust, confusion, shock and probably anger.
"How dare you take away Private's innocence! You MONSTER!" Kowalski shouted, causing Private to flinch, and Blowhole to remain emotionless.
"This should've happened by someone who loves him!" Skipper stepped in. At this… the evil scientist looked at them with a hard stare.
"Who says I didn't.." He spoke emotionlessly.
Time froze again, it seemed, with Private staring with wide eyes at Blowhole, and the rest of his team following his example, only with their jaws dropped. Everyone was at loss of words, even Blowhole's henchmen.
Blowhole took this opportunity to press a button, dropping a cage on his three enemies, before finally taking his arm off of Private's waist. The soldier wasted no time and ran over to the cage and held onto the bars.
"Skippa.. Skippa!" He called for his father, who had fallen over by the sudden appearance of the cage. Skipper scrambled to his feet and ran over to where Private stood, taking the small face in his hands and looking at it for any damage, before hugging him gently through the bars.
"I thought I lost you. Don't scare me like that!" He mumbled to his son and patted the soft hair. Private had tears in his eyes from the whole situation; the embarrassment of having to tell his team about that dreaded mistake, finally being reunited with them and Blowhole saying something that was still a shock to them.
"Lobsters.." Blowhole called. Within a few seconds, the cage was lifted into the air and the henchmen of the scientist gathered below the cage, snapping their claws. Private had stumbled backwards when the cage started to move upwards, and he stared in concern at his team.
"No!" He cried out desperately.
"Private.. go to your room." Blowhole said coldly.
"But-.."
"NOW!" Blowhole sounded very pissed and displeased, though when Private turned around and looked at him, he saw something pleading in his eye. With a single nod, the younger shuffled out of the room and to the room assigned for him.
Private had been rocking on the bed for a few minutes, his hands pressed ears to his head to draw out the sounds of the battle that was raging on in the room he had previously been in. The darkness of his dimly lit room, and the coldness of the iron walls, felt good for a change. He knew that if he was in that fight as well, his body would be burning with adrenaline and the will to fight for his team's safety. He didn't like that feeling. He wanted his loved ones to be safe, but he wasn't fond of fighting.
The door to his prison opened and a tall figure slipped inside. The young soldier tensed and prepared to attack the intruder.
"Private… it's me." Said intruder whispered. Private blinked confused and leaned forward on the bed.
"Blowhole?"
"Of course!" the voice snapped, but then turned surprisingly soft though hesitating. "How… are you doing?"
"As good as I can possibly be in a moment like this.." the soldier replied sadly. A hand patted his shoulder sympathetically.
"For what it's worth, I'm not going to kill them. There's no fun in that."
"Thanks.."
"Uuuhh.. ok spit it out then.. what's the problem?" Blowhole said with a heavy sigh. Private frowned at the floor and started to go over the things in his head. He actually only had one question.
"Did you mean that?"
"You'll have to be more specific, Private."
"What you said… a-about loving me…?" The younger asked carefully and mentally preparing for the bomb he thought was about to drop, but it stayed quiet… for six minutes.
"I said what I said for the purpose I used it for. Confusing? Not to me…" The scientist spoke before standing up, looking down at the frowning Private.
"So…. Is that a yes or a no?" Private asked utterly confused. Blowhole shrugged and started to walk for the door. However, before he got there, he turned around and walked over quickly to Private, grabbing his face and giving him a surprisingly gentle kiss before almost running out of the room.
Private's eyes were wide. He had just been kissed by his enemy.. again! What was going on here? What did he mean with all those confusing words? What was the soldier supposed to do know?
"Oh… dear…"
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