Missing Moments in PoM Special

Ch 2: Spirit Guides Have the Worst Timing

'This is amazing!' Skipper released Hans' wing and rushed into the observation room. After the white-walled room and the dim-lit hallway, this was an unexpected treat. A circular wall of glass had replaced what would normally be three walls of a regular room. Through the window, the ocean itself was revealed using a string of lights encircling the glass on the outside of the ship.

The puffin followed the penguin into the room, watching his arch-enemy run from one end of the dome to the other, marveling at the sight.

'Dr. Blowhole said that it keeps the lobsters from getting claustrophobic,' Hans commented, stepping up behind the penguin.

'That doctor might have an unpleasant attitude, but he sure knows how to keep his staff happy,' Skipper said, watching fish dart through the water.

'I suppose he does,' Hans admitted.

The blue-eyed bird turned to look up at him with a shy smile. 'Hans... Thank you,' Skipper wrapped his arms around his new/old friend's chest and gave him a well-deserved hug.

'For what?' Hans wondered aloud, letting his wings slip around the penguin's shoulders in a half-returned embrace.

'For everything. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have someone like you helping me through this,' Skipper answered honestly, burying his face into the puffin's soft neck feathers.

Hans found himself staring at his own troubled face reflected in the glass dome. Here was his arch-enemy, trusting and naive, looking to him for guidance and support. It should have made him happy, in a dark and twisted way. But instead... it just made him feel like the worst kind of person in the world.

This just wasn't right. Even for a villain like Hans. No one deserved to be led-on like this, not even Skipper. Hans tightened his grip on the penguin, pulling his soft body even closer. 'Skipper...'

'Hans,' the penguin met his eyes and inched closer, closing the distance between their beaks. So close...

'Greetings. I am General Sun Tzu.'

Hans blinked as Skipper pulled back, blue eyes focused on something behind him.

'Not another one,' the penguin groaned, eyeing the white monkey sitting in a yoga pose in the middle of the room.

'Long did you study my theories of military strategy,' the monkey continued.

'And I need military strategies now why?' Skipper asked, flippers still wrapped around the puffin.

The general did a double take at the scene and coughed. 'Right. I'll just leave you two alone,' he commented as he faded into a golden glow.

'Sorry about that. The snow monkey is gone. Now, where were we?' the penguin smirked, nuzzling the puffin's cheek with his beak.

{The real Skipper wouldn't be doing this. He wouldn't be cuddling me and gently kissing me. He'd be shoving my face into the ground for even attempting this sort of thing. He...}

Hans' thoughts faded from his mind as Skipper pressed their beaks together. The world seemed to stop and the two birds were left floating in their own little paradise. It was at that moment that the Dane realized that there was no going back. No matter what happened after this, he'd never be able to see the penguin leader as an enemy again. He wanted to protect Skipper forever...

'Hans,' the penguin's groan send shivers up and down the puffin's spine.

'Skipper,' Hans whispered back, leaning down to nuzzle the other bird's soft neck. The delicate scent of the penguin washed over him, embracing him and warming his normally frozen heart.

The puffin pulled back, looking deep into his lover's blue eyes. 'Skipper, there's something I need to...'

BOOM!

An explosion rocked the ship, sending the pair flying to the floor. Hans pushed the penguin gently off him and stood, giving Skipper a once-over to make sure he was uninjured.

'Hans. What was that?' the penguin asked, giving the door a worried look.

'I'm not sure. Just stay here where it's safe while I go find out. Don't worry, I will come back for you,' Hans promised, pressing a kiss to the penguin's cheek before racing out the door.

Skipper nodded and folded his flippers around his body for warmth. Something deep inside him knew that this day was not going to end well.

...tbc...

Note: Just a little Hans x Skipper fluff.