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katleeptAuthor: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary: She's not just a covergirl!
Warnings: One-Sided Het, Slash, Established Pairings, Multiple Pairings
Word Count: 602
Date Written: 28 November, 2010
Disclaimer: Rico, Kowalski, Skipper, Private, King Julien, the starring doll, and Penguins of Madagascar are © & TM Dreamworks and Nickelodeon, neither of whom are the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The other Barbies mentioned and Ken are © & TM Mattel, also not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
It was lonely being a doll. It was even lonelier being a girl whose only friend was always too busy chasing after other guys and only paid attention to her when his penguins-in-wings were watching. Rico used to be so sweet. She had been the only one who could understand every word he said, and she would have laughed at his every joke if only she could have figured out how to make the bubbles in her mind come out of her mouth. She would have done anything he asked of her to keep his attentions, but she had lately learned that doing anything, doing everything, even giving him the whole world on a silver platter, would not be enough to keep his attention for more than the few scant minutes that his leader's beady eyes were upon him.
Rico was always too busy spending time with others, and both of the beings who contended against her for his heart and friendship were men. One was a crazy, ring-tailed King who appealed to Rico's need to blow up things. The other was a man whose brain knew no ends and whom she knew very well that Rico could understand no more than he could hear her when she was screaming in silence of her need to be with him. He couldn't hear her, and he wouldn't have cared if he had.
She held no interest for him beyond a mere play thing. It was the other two, the wild lemur playboy and the geeky penguin Scientist, who held his attention in their hands, hands that, though small, would always be bigger than hers and could actually grip his hand in return when he tried to hold hands. She would have sighed if her mouth had been capable of performing that function, but as it was, she sat alone in a dark corner and cried behind a plastic face full of grins.
She cried, because she missed Rico. She cried, because she was lonely and was tired of spending every night alone. She cried, because this lifestyle wasn't at all what her cousin, Tour Guide Barbie, had described. She was tired of being lonely, and one day, she swore, one day she wasn't going to be lonely any more. She wasn't always going to be the one missing out on Rico's love and affection -- even if she had to go G.I. Barbie and capture him for herself. She was going to live up to her namesake and all the Barbies who had come before her, and she was going to get her Rico instead of her Ken, get him and make him understand that she was a real woman and not just some plaything, not some . . . covergirl! She wished she could sneer as the word struck her. That was definitely the term for what she had become: She was nothing more than a covergirl!
Out of seemingly nowhere, a breeze rustled through the sleeping forms of the Skipper and Private, but it fell short outside the locked door of Kowalski's laboratory where he and Rico spent long hours at night when the others were tucked away, safe and sound, inside their bunks. The breeze stirred her determination as it made her plastic body seem to grow even more tense. She was going to show Rico she was a real Barbie and not a covergirl, and then she'd get her man! But then again, she wondered, Rico never showed any interest in any females outside of herself. Maybe her chances would be better if she was a Ken doll instead!
