Hey Everyone. Let me start off first by saying a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who read Burning Responsibility. (Even those who sent me pretty rude messages, thanks for the views anyways :) ). I really appreciate everyone's feedback. Now, that story took me a number of months to complete, and I do not have the aim to do so with this one. I will upload as often as I can. I have until the 13th of January before I head back off to Uni, so technically free time, but I do have an assignment to do as well, and that takes priority.

I think this story will be no longer than 3 chapters, 4 at most! I really cannot do another long one again, and in fact, I was not planning on doing another story full stop. I had some ideas, this being the shortest one.

I'm not usually one for fluff pieces, but since it's Christmas, I figured a lighthearted one couldn't hurt. Nothing massively dramatic is gonna happen in this one like in Burning Responsibility.

Thanks guys, you're all the best.
PupPupGo xx

"So uhhh.. you wanna go to the park? Just.. eh.. just you and me?" Chase asked, looking straight into his own reflection on the lookout doors. He momentarily cringed, realising how awful the delivery of his line had been. "Yeah.. great job Chase. She'll really dig the scared puppy routine". The German Shepherd sank onto his front paws, looking out the door onto the drive. As usual, his friends were out there, doing what they did best. Marshall rolling and tripping over whatever item he could find, Zuma laying starfished out in the sun, Rocky rifling through the dumpsters, Rubble digging for... well who knows what for? And of course, Skye.

Chase felt his heart soften, looking out at the pilot pup, who was gracefully diving in and out of trees with her wings. Everything about her was beautiful to the Shepherd. Her rose-coloured eyes, her strawberry smelling fur.. It was at this point that Chase began to feel like he was being weird.
"Who sits staring at people, thinking about how they smell?" Chase asked himself, quickly sitting back up and turning his back to the doors. "I just need to ask her. I need to just walk up to her and be honest". Chase began pacing, his own mumbling blocking out the sound of the lookout doors swooshing open behind him. "Or.. or! I could just walk up and.. I could just walk up and kiss her. Just on the cheek, if she doesn't like me that way, it could just be a friendly kiss. Yeah!" He suddenly stopped talking, feeling a paw tap him on his shoulder. "Screw it!" Chase spun around quickly, letting his own muzzle come in contact with Skye's. He felt a momentary bliss, before he heard something. Chuckling. And it sounded more masculine than Skye's would be. Chase opened his eyes, seeing a pair of amber ones staring straight back. Instantly, he let out a muffled yelp and back away, spitting furiously and wiping his mouth with his paws.
"Uhh... Chase, you kiss Skye like that dude, and she'll have no choice but to fall for you", Zuma said with a grin, before he began laughing.
"Zuma?! What the heck? Why'd you ki- ugh", Chase gagged, causing Zuma to laugh more.
"In case you weren't looking, which you weren't, you kissed me. I was just on my way to the kitchen dude". Chase continued to whine and wipe his mouth, causing Zuma to laugh harder.

With another familiy whoosh, the lookout doors opened. Marshall scanned over the scene laid out before him, and cocked his head. To one side, he saw Zuma laughing uncontrollably, to the point of tears, and one the other, he saw a visibly displeased Chase, who began to lick the ground in a vain attempt to clean his mouth out. "Chase.. thats really unsanitary". Zuma looked up, and then back at Chase. Chase looked over at Marshall, continuing to lick the floor beneath him. "Seriously Chase. We sit on that, and in case you haven't noticed", Marshall turned to his side a little, "none of us exactly wear pants". Zuma's laughter stopped for a second as he looked back at Chase who simply pulled his tongue back into his mouth and plunged his face into the nearest water bowl. Zuma fell onto his back, eyes streaming and his laughter infecting Marshall too, who began to chuckle confusedly along with the lab. "So, uhh, what exactly did I miss?" Marshall asked. Almost instinctively, Chase's head yanked itself from the water.
"Zuma, I swear, you tell him anything, and I will pop your hovercraft with you in it". Zuma sat back up, his laughter slowing down as he glanced between Chase's look of loathing and Marshall's look of curiosity. His laugh slowed down to a chuckle, and then he sighed happily. Chase continued to stare, prompting Zuma to grin back and just wave a paw, signalling to the Shepherd that he wasn't going to say a thing. Chase got the message and stood up, shaking the water from his head. The room fell awkwardly silent as Chase, Zuma and Marshall looked at each other. Chase rolled his eyes, and stood up, turning towards the door to leave. The second Chase's back was turned, Zuma opened his mouth.
"Chase kissed me", Zuma said, looking at Marshall. In almost a blink, a tan and brown blur shot across the room, throwing itself and Zuma into the bean bags. Zuma continued to laugh and Chase buried him under the soft furnishings, sitting on them for good measure. Marshall rolled his eyes, laughing slightly.

He looked up at Chase, who was comfortable sat on top of a mound of bean bags, which was shifting ever so slightly from the struggles of the lab beneath them. "So.. Chase". Chase looked at Marshall.
"Nothing. It was nothing. What kiss I don't even know what you're talking about".
"Hey.. I wasn't that bad was I?" Zuma's head popped out from between a red and blue bag, prompting Chase to throw another in it's place, gaining laughs from both Zuma and Marshall.
"Chase?" Marshall asked, looking up at him. Chase turned his head away. "Chase?" Marshall asked again with a varied cadence. "Fine, if you won't tell me or Zuma why... maybe you'll tell another pup?" Chase's head flicked back to looking at the dalmatian. "Rubble maybe? Or Rocky? They're pretty fun to talk to, oh oh, what about Ryder?", Marshall said to himself with a sarcastic tone in his voice, turning around and heading towards the doors. Chase watched,
"Marshall, please!"
"Ohhhh, y'know who's good with all this?"
"Marshall, stop."
"I think Skye might be able to- ooof", Marshall felt something on top of him, looking up, he saw that Chase had leapt halfway across the room, landing over him sideways. Zuma popped his head through the top of the pile and snorted at the scene before him.
"Gee Chase, moving a bit quick awren't we? Kissing one second and now you're trying to m-"
"Zuma, I will fill your diving tanks with helium". Zuma fell back into the pile laughing.

"Please Marshall. Don't." Marshall smiled, realising he had struck that all important nerve he was looking for. It wasn't exactly a secret that Chase had a crush on the pilot pup. He practically drooled when she was around. Looking back, in any rescue where Skye seemed to be in danger, heck, even her own rescue*, Chase showed a bit more... compassion towards the cockapoo than any of his male counterparts.
"Yeah.. guessed so".
"Am I really that obvious?" Chase asked, standing back up. Marshall just nodded.
"Dude, if you were any more obvious, you wouldn't need the siren on your twuck, just Skye within your eyesight". Chase looked back down at Marshall, who stood back up.
"Let's face it Chase, even most of my wipeouts are more subtle than your crush on her." Marshall said, wrapping a paw over his friend's shoulder as Chase sat down again.
"If you all knew- wait.. does Skye.. know?" Chase asked, looking at both Zuma and Marshall. Zuma shrugged.
"Yeaahhhnoooo... maybe? We never exactly... asked? Everest does though... and Tracker, and neither of them have been around you as long as Skye has, heck, not even Zuma, Rocky or Rubble have, and they've known for ages. I think it's a safe bet to assume that she.. uh.. she does". Marshall said. Chase collapsed to the ground into a heap.

"I must look like a total idiot" Chase said.
"Yep!" Zuma yelled across the room.
"Not helping, Zuma!" Marshall yelled back.
"What? I'm just being honest. Wyder always says to be honest!"
"Not in every situation, dude". Marshall said before turning back to Chase. "Chase.. what if she does know? How's that a bad thing?"
"How's it a bad thing?!" Chase sat back up in response, "It means for almost every day that I've seen her, I've been trying my absolute hardest to not look like a lovesick goofball in front of her, and apparently, she's known all along. She must thing I'm a coward for not talking to her". Marshall sighed in response.
"Chase. One, we're pups. Relationships aren't exactly on the front of our minds all the time, especially when we're pups that fight fires and rescue people stranded at sea. Two, I think it's actually quite polite of you to hide it for this long, even hiding it badly". Chase groaned at that last part. "And three.. no actually, I can only think of two". Chase rolled his eyes and flopped his head down onto his front paws.

Marshall sat and thought for a moment, watching as Zuma comically pulled his rear end from the heap of bags in the corner. "Well.." Chase looked up to Marshall, but still kept laying down. "What if we just ask her?"
"Are you crazy!?" Chase yelled, bolting back up.
"No, I meant me or Zuma, or Rubble, or heck, even Ryder. Or maybe Everest might be-"
"Marshall.. I don't want her to know".
"Well in that case dude", Zuma joined the two, shaking foam beads from his fur, "Skye's never gonna date you. Because.. y'know, she'll never know", Zuma said. Marshall opened his mouth to speak, but closed it and looked at Chase, simply nodding in agreement.
"He isn't wrong".
"Ughhhhhh", Chase held his paws over his eyes. "I don't want anyone telling her. I'll tell her", he proclaimed triumphantly, but then sank a litle, "eventually. When I feel better about it".

Zuma and Marshall looked at each other. "Chase, dude. Look we only wan-"
"Paw Patrol, to the lookout". Zuma sighed and walked towards the elevator. Marshall stood up to join him, but stopped, seeing Chase sat not moving.
"Uhh, hello? Mr super police pup spy guy? Ryder's calling".
"I know. I heard", Chase responded, standing up lazily and slumping towards the elevator. "Please guys, I don't know how she'd respond. I can't risk it. Don't tell her". Marshall nodded and then looked at Zuma.
"Alwight fine. I won't tell anyone. About Skye.. but that kiss.. Nah, I'm keeping that for your next birthday. I'm sure Wyder will let me see the surveillance footage". Chase rolled his eyes and playfully slapped the younger lab around the head.

"Awww.. did we miss the wipeout?" The elevator doors closed as Rubble stepped through last.
"Actually, Rubble, I didn't wipeout this time". Marshall answered proudly.
"Well that's just boring", Skye said as the elevator began to move upwards.
"Hey, I put a lot of effort into my wipeouts, maybe you guys will appreciate them more if I do them less often".
"I think we'd all appreciate that, Marshall", Rocky said, followed by everyone laughing along.

Season 2 Episode 24-B: Pups Save Skye

Really wasn't kidding about it being shorter. My previous story had chapters that were each at LEAST 7000 words, (I think one or two might not have hit that limit. So sue me). I had a lot of requests towards the end of my last story to have more relationship things between Chase and Skye. So I figured I'd made Chase super awkward around Skye in the next chapter. Is that a decent idea? Idk lemme know. Anyways, thanks guys. Have a good Christmas and New Year

~PupPupGo xx