This is my first time writing on this site, so I thought a one-shot book would be the best for a beginner like me. I have always loved the pairing chase x marshall. It just seems so right how best friends becomes lovers. I most likely won't update this for a while. Probably not until september 2018. That is when I get a better computer hopefully. I will try to update whenever I get the time too but no promises. Without further ado here is the one-shot.

It all started back about 3 months ago when the only thing on my mind was to not fall or do something stupid on the job. Although I could not manage to do something clumsy it was still goal. It was like I always had bad karma just following me around never letting me do something right the first time. Even the second time around I couldn't manage it.

Today was not like any other day it was the second wednesday this month. And that means it was the day we clean the fire trucks, my least favorite pastime. My train of thought was broken as I pulled up to the fire station. Almost running into the main fire engine which was already pulled out of the station, ready to be washed.

"Maybe today my krama won't be as hurtful today as it usually is" I sighed.

"What's that" Hollered chief.

"Nothing Top-dog"

'You know what today is right?"

"Yes top-dog"

"Well, why are you standing there" thundered chief "Get to work newbie".

"Sir, yes, sir" I replied while rushing to the closet to get some cleaning supplies.

Yeah, the boss is always that mean. I think he picks on me the most because I am the new dog on the block. I don't hate him mainly because he can fire me at the drop of a hat, but I wish he was a little bit nicer. But enough of that I have a job to do, I have to help clean the already clean trucks. Really the trucks shine brighter than an navy recruit's shoe on inspection day. But I still have a job to do.

After getting to the trucks with the cleaning supplies which consisted of a sponge as big as my head, a bucket of hot water, and some soap I start by splashing the main fire engine with some water. After about an hour of waxing on and waxing off soapy water I decided to take a break from the truck and headed inside.

The sight of all my co-workers hanging out in the lounge was unsurprising I didn't even bother getting mad. Unlike normal firefighters they forced me to do all the grunt work; I would take it up to the boss but he was in there with them just hanging out. They all hate me for one reason or another, it wasn't like this all the the time.

When I first started working here a couple of months back they all loved me they took care of me like a little brother. Until they discovered my 'bad karma' or as they call it 'the marshall curse'. I started doing clumsy stuff and for awhile they were fine, until that clumsy stuff started to impact them. That was when they started hating me, I would trip over a bucket of water and soak someone's lunch box or knock over the suits and it would take an hour to set them back up. Soon everybody started to avoid me afraid of the 'marshall curse'. For awhile I thought it was a joke that was until a week passed and they kept avoiding me.

That is when I noticed it started to hurt, they would only talk to me when needed or at lunch when I sat down everybody scooted to the other side of the table. It hurt when they left me to do all the work. It hurt when they take all the food out of my lunch box. It hurt because I had never thought my co-workers, no friends even, would turn like that. Now that I think about it like that, I don't think I have any friend in this dark and dismal town I call home, Foggy Bottom

Back to reality, my co-workers are just staring at me from their seats with judging looks on their faces and one by one they get up and leave by the door next to me some pushing me and others muttering under their breath "Marshall the mess up","How did you even get out of the academy" , while shaking their heads in disapproval. After a couple of pushes all the dogs were out of the lounge except chief. I was still at the door for a couple of minutes, until my thirst got the better of me. As I walked by chief I could feel his gaze burning into me. I was halfway to the kitchen when chief spoke "Marshall you have something on your collar" and then he walked out of the room.

I froze upon hearing this words and finally felt my collar was a bit heavier than usual because of a wet rag that was caught on it.

Wow, I am a mess up, I couldn't even put away a rag right. Maybe they were right how did I get out of the academy. Maybe I am just not cut out for firemen's work. You know what NO, I won't listen to them, why should I even care what they think?

I worked throughout the day cleaning the trucks in peace, because the others were called out to a fire. They decided that they didn't want me to help them. Their excuse for leaving me behind was "They didn't want me to mess this one up". I am clumsy during the day but when I am on a mission I am anything but clumsy. But they wouldn't care or know because they always leave me at the station the clean up their mess. Once I was done with the truck I was working on the main fire engine pulled up into the garage just barely messing me. Sometimes I think they just want to kill me. And just the thought of that scares me more than I would like to admit. One of the smoky firefighters got off the truck and went over to the clean truck and smeared his sooty glove over the door and said," you missed a spot" in a teasing tone. All the others laughed but not chief who was at the door of the station looking at me disapprovingly, and sighed, then locked up for the night.

I stood frozen in place while the others put away their suits then left to go home. I stood staring at the smudge, my psyche slowly breaking down as time wen't. Until it was around 1:00, my psyche was all but gone so I got up and camly went in to the station, with the extra key under the pipes outside of the station. I went to the garage and got the fuel can and then proceeded to drench the place in gas until it reeked of it. Then proceeded to rig a match to a timer to go off in exactly 6 hours. Which is right before chief opens the door for the morning. The thing that scared me the most wsa that I felt nothing except empiness.

I sat on top of a random hill outside of foggy bottom until the first light of the sun shone down. With the sun I rose and just left foggy bottom. Thanking it for teaching me never to trust anyone especially those who called themselves your friends.

THE END. There you go guys how'd you like it? Well you guys remember when I said "this was a one-shot", well that might change depending on how much I write. I want to continue this one but I have no clue if I will do so in a story or a part 2 one-shot. Sooo yeah I think I am going towards a story, but hey I have no clue. Sorry forgot to add that I don't own paw patrol.