A/n- Aloha, my friends. In celebration of absolutely nothing, I decided to give you two chapters in one day. I've recently realized two things about this story; one, I've been using mostly speech, instead of detail, and two, I've been trying so hard to make an Oc that everyone would like, that my character doesn't even resemble me anymore. So, to fix this problem, this chapter is going to be mostly thought, and is going to reflect the real me. This is part one of the epic conclusion of this story, but fear not! I do have a sequel(s).

Disclaimer- (Bob walks up) Uh, she don't own Pom. I don't even know why you would think that...

Chapter 7: It Only Happens In New York

I sat in the corner of the concrete bunker, staring at the ceiling. My mind was wandering. I couldn't believe how fast it had gone, but already a week had passed since being kidnapped by Dr. Blowhole. It had taken a lot, but I think I had finally adjusted to life as a penguin.

Most of the week had been uneventful, with the exception of King Julien's constant attempts to 'court' Mary. The idiot just wouldn't give up, no matter how many times she rejected him. I thought it was hilarious.

Slowly my thoughts wandered to Private. He was sitting at the table doing a Lunacorn puzzle. It was his turn to watch us. Skipper, still not trusting us, wouldn't dare leave us alone in their HQ. However, this became a problem when the zoo was open, so one penguin always stayed down with us. Usually it was Private or Kowalski, but one day it was Rico. I shuddered. Being alone with that psychotic penguin was something I defiantly did not want to do again any time soon...

I shook myself. Enough thinking about that, I told myself. I focused back onto Private. Private was the sweetest, most caring being I had ever met. And he took care of me; making sure I had everything I needed, opening doors for me, and constantly contradicting Skipper when it came to Mary and I's loyalty- something, Kowalski told us one day when it was his turn for watch, Private rarely ever did. I wondered what I felt for Private. I think I love him, but how can I be sure? I barely know what love is, let alone ever felt it, so how can I be sure this is what I'm feeling? Only time will tell.

I was still contemplating my feelings about Private, when the zoo bell rang, signaling closing hours. I heard the scrape of metal against concrete. Skipper jumped down the fish bowl entrance.

"Come on Private, we have to go to midtown to get supplies for Kowalski's invention." Skipper announced.

I stood up "Does this mean we're staying here?" I asked, indicating Mary and I.

Skipper sent me a look "Not in this lifetime, spy, you're coming with us."

Skipper was staring at me, daring me to contradict him. I didn't really matter to me whether or not we were staying, I just wished I had a say in it. I sighed, this whole spy thing was getting old.

"Whatever. Let's just go." I said.

And with that, Mary, Private, Skipper, and I met Kowalski and Rico up top. We then left the zoo.

Sometime later...

We got the supplies- Rico swallowed them- so now we were on our way back to the zoo. Inwardly, I sighed. Our first time out of the zoo in a week, and it didn't even last that long. Why didn't Skipper trust us? I mean, it's not like we've been doing anything suspicious. The only thing I've lied about so far is the fact that my dizzy spells have yet to go away. But I wasn't worried about that, even though I had a nagging feeling that I should, because everyone gets a little dizzy every now and then. Right?

We continued to walk on the sidewalk in silence. I was wondering why no humans had spotted us yet, when sudden shouting from an apartment ten stories above us shook me out of my thoughts.

In the apartment...

"Zach, don't you dare touch that air conditioner!" A man yelled at his three year old son from across the room.

But Zach, unfortunately, was rebellious like any other boy of his age. As soon as his father told him not to, Zach automatically stuck his arm out and gave the air conditioner a hard shove.

"Like this, daddy?"

The man tried to stop it, he really did, but he wasn't fast enough, and the ac unit fell out the window.

"LOOK OUT BELOW!" The man yelled out the window. The man, although he didn't live on a busy street, could only pray that it didn't land on somebody.

Back on the street...

"LOOK OUT BELOW!" Was all I heard before I saw an air conditioner fall out a window. I calculated where it was going to land. To my horror, I realized it was heading right for Skipper! And he just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car!

I knew what I had to do, and even though I knew the cost, something in the back of my mind told me I would of done it a thousand times over. So with great precision, I turned on a dime and began my run towards Skipper.

"Skipper look out!" I cried.

He seemed to blink out of his transfixed state, but it was already too late for him to act upon his accord. The air condition was only ten feet from him! Just as he turned to run himself, I lunged at Skipper and gave him a forceful shove, pushing him right out the path of danger.

Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough to save myself, and I was crushed under the weight of what I could only compare to that of ten anvils.

And it hurt like heck too.

I still had feeling, but all I felt was the pain. All I saw was darkness with little shafts of light filtering the metal and plastic prison that surrounded me. I'd had injuries like this in the past, but nothing quite to this magnitude.

If the others had been calling me, I did not hear them, for abruptly the confines of the metal and plastic prison were lifted off of me. I found myself staring unblinkingly into the eyes of my concerned friends.

The one that caught me off guard, however, was Skipper. His face conveyed a mixture of worry, disbelief, but mostly pure shock.

"You, you saved my life. Why?" He asked suddenly.

I was weak, but I managed to choke out "Because that's what friends do for each other."

The last thing that I registered before I succumbed to the darkness that overwhelmed me was Skipper saying "Alright boys, and Mary, let's get her back to the base."

A/N: I just wanted to add that while the air conditioner falling out the window was my idea, it was my brother, Zach, who came up with the scene in the apartment. So, to humor him, and because I could totally see him doing that at age three, I named the little boy Zach. Love ya bro!

(Gives puppy-dog pout as my eyes widen and my bottom lip goes over my top) Pwetty pwease, with cheeries on top, review.