Me and my good friend the WazzupPeople had been chatting about what would happen if Skipper and Crystal would be a couple, much to Skipper's and Blowhole's consent. And thanks WP for helping with the story!
Blowhole: The horror! Kill me now!
Skipper: I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Blowhole!
Me: Shut up! It's cute. So here's Chapter 5. Enjoy! And don't forget to review!
Chapter 5: A New Found Love?
Skipper was up.
How could he not?
Even if he was in the past he would never let his team grow soft.
They needed to stay fit.
Kowalski, Rico, and Private belly slid up to him.
They saluted.
"Morning boys. Let's start training."
"What do you plan on having us do, sir?" Kowalski asked.
"Laps, 50 of them, around Crystal's base."
They took off.
Crystal walked of her room.
She yawned.
She went into the kitchen, making herself a cup of coffee.
She sat in her recliner chair, enjoying the scent of her fresh coffee.
She turned the screen on to the news.
Skipper and his team ran past her.
She continued to sip her coffee, ignoring them.
She saw Kowalski lagging behind.
"Hop to baby brother. You're falling behind." She teased.
"I…don't see…you…training." He huffed doing his tenth lap.
"I don't start working out till my morning coffee." She explained.
When Kowalski was gone, Private stopped.
"Miss Crystal would you like to work out with us?" he asked.
"No thank you dear. I got my own training schedule that I attend to."
He nodded and went back training.
Skipper stopped.
He wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Nothing like fifty laps to start the morning, wouldn't you agree Crystal?" he asked.
"I guess, but I have my own training routine that I do." She answered, taking the last swig of her coffee. "Would you like to come?"
Skipper looked at her in shock.
"Are you serious?"
"I figured a commanding officer would be willing to learn anything to help farther his experience as well as his team."
He was struck speechless.
She gave a coy smile.
"Of course if you're scared, then I understand."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa there sister, I'm not afraid of anything."
He puffed out his chest to prove a point.
She poked it.
"I see. Then come along." She purred, stroking a flipper under his break.
He followed her, in a daze.
They walked to the eighth door on the left.
She flicked the light on to see a training room.
Skipper stared wide eye at the training room.
On the far corner of the room were a treadmill and a plasma screen TV. Weights and booby traps filled the outer area, making the room seemingly harmless, but difficult to get through. Up on the ceiling were a few hoops and a thin rope connecting between them.
A punching bag was lined up in the center of the room, various pictures offered to stick on it for helpful "motivation."
Invisible lasers were monitoring the room from all sides. Crystal grabbed a small remote, with tons of buttons on it. The remote's job was to change the rank of difficulty the task gives you, the task itself and the equipment needed for the task.
"What do you think?" she smirked.
"It's beautiful." He answered, tears forming in his eyes.
She looked at him.
"Are you crying?"
"What?" he squawked. "Of course not! I was sweating through my eyes!"
"Mmhmm." She replied, not believing him.
She looked at her remote.
"I usually go on the highest level, but I don't think you would be able handle it."
"Is that a challenge?" he demanded.
"Kinda." She answered with a grin.
"Bring it on!"
She pushed a button, the equipment turning on.
A couple of robots with bright red eyes appeared out of the ground.
"TRAINING ROOM ACTIVATED." A female recorded voice boomed.
I can see where Blowhole developed the usage of deep recorded voices. Skipper thought to himself.
Crystal attacked a couple of robots that started shooting lasers and darts at her, avoiding the other lasers that were moving around the room.
Skipper followed her.
A large log with two ropes, one on each end, headed towards them.
They dodged it as it crushed three robots.
"TRAINING ROOM SHUTTING DOWN. YOUR SON IS AWAKE." The voice boomed.
Everything in the room stopped operating.
They were put away.
"What happened? I thought we were training?" Skipper asked a bit disappointed that their training stopped.
"We were, but Victor is awake. I can be a soldier any moment, but I'm a full time mother. I can't put that on hold."
She left the room, leaving Skipper alone.
He sighed.
He had never seen a girl who could move so gracefully in battle.
The fierce look in her eyes.
Her determination as she fights.
God, she's beautiful.
Skipper's eyes widen at his thought.
Did I just think that?
What is wrong with me?
I'm falling for Kowalski's sister! Blowhole's mom!
He held his flippers against his head.
"No, no, no, no! I can't be thinking these thoughts!" he told himself, running into the bathroom.
He turned the faucet on and splash water on his face.
He looked at himself in mirror.
"What is wrong with me?" he asked.
You're in love with your enemy's mom that's what's wrong with you. His reflection shot.
He groaned.
"I can't be in love with Kowalski's sister. She's Blowhole's mom! It'll be awkward."
Well you are. Whatcha going to do lover boy? Hide your feelings?
"Possibly. I'm not going let this slip. Kowalski will kill me! And who knows how Blowhole will react."
So you're not going to tell her?
"I can't! Maybe when we get back to the future."
He shook his head.
"What am I going to do?"
He walked out of the bathroom, rubbing his eyes.
Private went up to him.
"Skippa'? Where were you?"
"Crystal was showing me a new training method."
"Oh, that sounds exciting! Maybe you can show us one day sir."
Skipper smiled.
"One day Young Private, but today is not that day."
Private nodded.
Skipper glanced to see Crystal in the kitchen, feeding her son.
He was being a little stubborn.
She was talking to him in a gently, forcing the nipple of the bottle in his mouth a bit.
He complied once he tasted the milk.
He smiled.
Maybe liking Crystal wasn't a bad thing.
He shook his head of the thought.
He can't be in love right now.
His team needed to get home, and that was the first thing they need to do.
Love would have to wait for the time being.