Disclaimer: PoM does not belong to me.

The idea started simply with the reading of a Skipper and Private fatherly fic and I thought, "What about the other two?" I was able to find brotherly Kowalski and Private, but all the Rico and Private stuff is romance... so, to spice it up, the first (as far as I can tell, anyway) Fatherly!Rico and Private fanfiction. Also contains Julene, but what else do you expect from me?

The debriefing room in the penguin headquarters, though in pristine shape, had almost never been used. This was mostly because the team had most, if not all, their missions together, and whenever Skipper had to interrogate one of them, it was usually in the sanctums of their HQ, strictly between the offending penguin and Skipper. The others learned long ago that the wise way to handle this situation is to ignore it, letting their teammate handle the brunt of Skipper's wrath. They'd do almost anything for each other. Diving into the line of fire directed from Skipper to the other penguin was not one of them.

In this case, however, the debriefing, involving both a series of events Skipper was NOT present for and members of other species, was 'official' enough for Skipper to trap them in the hot box that served as the penguin headquarters' debriefing room. No air-conditioning, unlike the rest of the zoo. A simple black room with a mirror -which the penguins knew was actually a one-way window- and a table with one chair for everyone involved.

Private sat at the far end of the table, nursing a black eye. Of course, it was the least of his injuries -anyone looking at him would know that- but it was the one that was hurting most right now, so it got priority. Rico, sitting next to him, regurgitated an ice pack for his younger teammate, which he took without hesitation. After a while of using slobber covered items, you got used to it. And Rico was getting better at regurgitating non-slimy things. Sometimes it was a joke, but this was far from a joking time. They all knew that. Next to them, Maurice cringed slightly in disgust. Julian admired himself in the one-way window, while Marlene tapped her paws on the table, nervous. Mort simply sat there, blabbering on and on. He was ignored.

The door to the far left of the room slammed open. Skipper, wings folded neatly behind his back, waltzed in, Kowalski in tow. They sat parallel to their fellows, Kowalski scribbling something down on his white board before turning around and tracing a green button on a video recorder with his wing, "Debriefing to begin in three... two... one," With that last word, the button was pressed, and the device turned on. Kowalski quickly took his seat next to Skipper.

"Greetings men... lemurs... Marlene," The otter shyly waved to the camera, "I'm sure you all know why you're here. I leave for three days and come back to the Main Antarctic Militia surrounding our zoo, carrying away some screaming lunatic. Private's hurt," Here, he gestured to the young penguin, "Rico growling at anyone who comes close to Private and unauthorized personal are in my base!" The lemurs and Marlene exchanged glances, "Now, you're lucky I talked the Commander-in-Chief into letting me do the debriefing because, trust me, you wouldn't want one of those upper ranks to do it. They wouldn't hesitate to use force-"

"But Skippah," Private innocently interrupted, "Neither do you," He recoiled at the glare Skipper sent him. Rico growled, causing the leader to raise an eyebrow.

"...Anyways," Skipper, for the most part, ignored that, "Who wants to tell me what happened?" He hadn't expected volunteers, but still frowned when nobody raised their arms/wings, "Come on, I'm not gonna bite. You know me better than that," Still, the silence persisted. The Skipper sighed, "Alright, I'll call on volunteers... Private?"

"Why do I always have to volunteer?" the youngest penguin wondered allowed, before sighing, "Alright, Skippah, I'll start. You see, it all began four days ago, as you were handing out the results of our Annual Physical and Mental Fitness Examinations..."

...That was short.

Don't worry. The next one will be longer. I promise you.