AN: Yup, a new story. I know I said my next one would be a comedy, but this came to me two nights ago and I just had to do this. And again, I'm a big Marshall fan. I'll do a comedy next time when I finish this. I'll also start the next Zuma's Fear next week. As for the Idea thing I posted, I'll be replying to those tomorrow.

Happy Fourth guys

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol

The train whistle blew as it slowly began to come to a halt at the station located in a town known as Adventure Bay. Despite being a small town, a lot happened in this community that was known for being family oriented, eco-friendly, and full of celebration every day. It was a community that was always there for each other, as most small towns were. For one passenger, it was a different sight to see from what he was used to back in the big city he was from. He had long black hair that made some of the passengers think he was a rock star only to be surprised how young the tall boy was. Despite his appearance, he was only seventeen, soon be heading to college in a few months at his city's university.

When the train stopped, he grabbed his sports bag and backpack and exited with the other passengers. His red jacket with blue flames on the back earned a few stares, but most of them from kids who thought it was a cool design.

Sighing, the teenager pulled out his phone and activated the photo album app, before he came across a picture that showed a young dalmatian chewing on a rubber bone. "Where are you, Marshall?"

The said pup was busy putting out a fire that had started from some bad wiring in an apartment complex. Since time was of the essence, Ryder decided to have all the pups rush out with him to the fire and give orders when they arrive. Chase and Rocky had helped civilians get out of the area while Zuma was using Marshall's EMT pup pack to help those who had inhaled too much smoke or got injured. Skye had taken to the skies to help a few people off the building, leaving Marshall to use his water hose to put out the fire.

"You're doing great, Marshall," complimented Ryder as he stood beside the fire pup. "Keep up the good work."

"Thanks, Ryder!" said Marshall as he turned the hose towards another window that was emitting flames. "This fire should be put out in no time."

"Wyder! Mawshall!" cried out Zuma's voice as the two turned around and saw the water pup, wearing the EMT pack, running towards them with a little girl with pigtails. "Dudes! We got a major pwoblem!"

"What is it, Zuma?" asked Ryder.

"My puppy, Zoe, isn't here! I think she's still in our apartment!" shouted the little girl with tears in her eyes. "I hope she's okay!"

Ryder got out his pup pad in a flash. "Which apartment is yours?" After she pointed to the fourth window to the right on the top floor, Ryder called his air pup. "Skye, do you see a puppy in any of the apartments on the top floor?"

Skye's chopper flew down, the wind of the propellers kicking up the flames a bit. After a bit of searching, Skye replied, "Ryder! I see the puppy! But the flames are getting closer to her! If we don't do something soon…"

That was all Marshall needed as he handed the hose to a surprised Zuma who barely held on to it. "Keep spraying that water, Zuma! I'll be right back!" He jumped on the end of his truck and barked, "Arf! Arf! Ladder up!"

Upon hearing it's voice command, the white ladder positioned itself and shot forward, allowing Marshall to jump on and ride it to the top of the apartments. All the training he had received quickly came into play as he shouted, "Arf! Water Cannon!"

The pack on his back opened up, revealing two cannons that quickly fired cold water at powerful impacts, allowing him to clear the opening window of the flames. The ladder soon reached the window and Marshall prepared himself for going in. For any fireman, going into a fire was the most dangerous part of the job. It was not only the life of those inside that were at stake, but your life as well. But Marshall was no rookie, he had been trained to do this by not just Ryder, but the best firemen and firedogs Ryder could afford.

"Marshall, get Zoe and get out of there as soon as you can. Be careful," said Ryder from his communicator tag.

"Roger, Ryder! Chase, you should also set up your net below us just in case," suggested Marshall.

"You got it, Marshall!" cried out Chase. "Ruff! Net!"

Once Marshall saw the safety net firmly in place below the window, he took a deep breath and summoned his courage. "Ruff! Oxygen mask!"

His water cannons retreated as a mask connected to a oxygen tank in his pup pack emerged and latched onto Marshall's face. Prepared mentally and physically, Marshall headed into the smoky building. His goggles managed to keep the smoke out of his eyes as he struggled to find the pup. "Zoe?! Zoe?!"

He heard a soft whimper coming from the kitchen, but was blocked by the flames. The downside to any pup pack was that one item had to be disused in order to use the other. Replacing the oxygen mask with his water cannons would only have Marshall choking up on smoke. Fortunately, there was a reason Marshall and the other pups trained to be as athletic as possible.

Noticing a small box of dog toys, Marshall moved it into a proper position before rushing towards it with a running sprint. He jumped on and then off the box, giving him enough air to leap over the flames and into the kitchen. Of course, as usual for Marshall, his landing wasn't as perfect.

"Woah!" shouted the dally as he fumbled on his paws and slide down the floor. He crashed into a counter and shook his head. "I'm good."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a small figure lying down on its stomach with the smoke just overhead. Marshall rushed over as his worst fears were confirmed upon seeing a tiny fox terrier motionless. "Ryder! I found Zoe, but she's taken in too much smoke! I can get her out, but I'm blocked by flames! Tell Zuma to aim at the apartment window and fire full power!"

Taking the tiny terrier into his paws, he quickly took of his mask while holding his breath and put it around Zoe's muzzle. To his frustration, he couldn't see her taking the air in. Too much smoke in her lungs. She's got maybe four or three minutes before it's too late. Come on, Zuma!

Just as he ended his thought a wave of water stormed in through the apartment, washing everything in its path like a storm. The flames that had been previously blocking his way out were now gone. Wasting no time, he put the mask back on and rushed towards the window with Zoe on his back. With careful skill, he jumped on the ladder and slide down, making sure to keep Zoe from falling off.

There were a series of cheers when he arrived, but then whispers of concern when they saw the motionless pup on Marshall's back. Once he landed on the ground, he put Zoe down and started doing CPR as best as he could. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five." Taking a deep breath, he pushed his lips against Zoe's and inhaled her with fresh air.

"Zoe!" shouted the little girl as she tried to rush over to her pup, but Ryder stopped her. The rest of the pups were watching also with waited breath.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five." Marshall took another breath and inhaled it with all he could. Still nothing. "Come on, don't give up on me! One! Two! Three! Four! Five!" shouted Marshall one more time as he did it again. This time he was rewarded with a cough and a weak moan as everyone let out a sigh or relief before cheering.

Just as Zoe began drawing breath, back up fire trucks and EMT's arrived to help out and soon got to work. While Zoe rushed over and gently held her awakening Pup, Ryder walked over to Marshall scratched his ear. "Nice work, Marshall. Good boy!"

"Yeah… Thanks…" said Marshall as he gasped his breath.

All in a day's work for him.

This is the Lookout? Thought the teenager as he climbed up the hill. When he showed the photo to the citizens they were happy to point out where Marshall was staying and why. A fire pup for an all dog rescue team? Who would have thought?

The teenager felt his hands begin to shake as he got closer and closer to the hill, amazed by how tall and advance the technology was. Whoever funds them must be loaded. When he arrived at the entrance, he saw what looked to be a parking lot for six trucks, but there was nobody around.

Are they out? He walked over to the doors and knocked, but to his surprise they opened for him automatically. Although it was rude, he had been waiting two years for this day and he wasn't going to stop now. He entered the building, taking in the dog themed room that had treats, toys, and games for dogs to enjoy.

There were also photos. He recognized Marshall, along with the other dogs, and saw that he had grown up quite a lot. But most importantly, he was happy.

Will he remember me? Thought the teenager as he decided to sit on one of the couches and wait.

With reinforcements arriving, the fire was out in less than an hour later and the Paw Patrol was, as usual, given huge credit for their first response teamwork. Reporters wanted to have an interview, but Ryder felt that they had a busy day already and deserved to go home.

While the team was packing up, Marshall was watching Zoe and her owner being cared for by EMT's. She looked up and gave Marshall a smile and wave which the dally gave one back in response. It was comforting to know that he saved the little pup's life, but as he saw Zoe and his owner hugging each other he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness that he hadn't though about in a long time.

"Something up, Marshall?" asked Chase as he walked over, nearly spooking the fire pup. "You looked a little lost."

"Oh, I was… uh, just checking on Zoe and her owner. Making sure they were okay," lied Marshall, rubbing his neck.

Chase turned to face the two as they were put in an ambulance and taken away. "You did a really good job, Marshall. That little pup almost lost her life, and that girl almost lost her best friend. You really showed courage and commitment in there."

"Aw, it was nothing," replied Marshall, blushing. "Just doing my duty."

"Isn't it scary? Charging into a fire?" asked Chase.

Marshall sighed as he turned over to the smoke remains of the building. "It is. It's one of the scariest things anybody can go through. But it's scarier to hear people screaming in a fire… and not doing anything to help them."

Chase winced. "You mean… like that one time?"

"Yeah," said Marshall, quickly. There was a pause between the two friends before Marshall turned around with a smile. "Let's go see Ryder! I wanna get home and have dinner before watching tonight's movie!"

"Robocop or Terminator?" asked Chase, smiling back.

Marshall rolled his eyes. "You and you're action films. Can't we see a good comedy like Airplane or Shrek?"

Chase rubbed his chin. "Why not combine them?"

Marshall thought about that before smiling. "Rush Hour?"

"Rush Hour!"

The trip home was uneventful as all the pups parked their vehicles in their respective places. Ryder walked over to his team as they stood outside the Lookout. "Great job today, pups. Especially you, Marshall. That was a great rescue you did today." The pups all barked with approval as Marshall bowed his head in thanks. "I think you've earned a special reward for today. A nice juicy bone."

"Bone?! Yes!" shouted Marshall, licking his chops at the thought of licking it. "Thanks, Ryder!"

"You deserve it buddy! Although, if you wanna share that bone it would be nice," teased Rubble which made the others laugh.

"Can we get dinner now? I'm starving!" said Rocky, rubbing his tummy.

"Sure thing, let's head inside," said Ryder, leading the pups to the door.

Marshall was about to follow when realize something. "Oh, wait! I forgot to turn my engine off! Be right back!"

The pups and Ryder nodded before walking inside the Lookout where they froze upon seeing a stranger waiting for them inside. The teenager slowly got up and raised his hand with a small wave. "Hello."

Chase's instincts kicked in as he got up in front of the group and growled. "Who are you? You're breaking and entering."

"Actually, the door was unlocked," said the teenager, but shook his head. "But I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm here looking for-"

Before he could speak, the door opened again and Marshall entered this time. "Sorry, pups. Are we gonna… gonna…gonna…"

Marshall's eyes widened as his jaw opened wide. Frozen stiff he stared at the equally stunned teenager. The pups and Ryder looked at each other in confusion as the two continued to stare at each other. It was if time stopped for these two and nothing else mattered in the world. Finally, Marshall spoke. "T-Travis?"

A smile broke on the stranger's face as tears began to mist in his eyes. "Yes… it's me, Marshall."

Tears of joy fell down Marshall's cheeks as he rushed over, laughing, and nearly tackled Travis in a hug. The two embraced, holding each other to the point where a crowbar wouldn't be enough to separate them. Sobbing, Marshall wet his tears on Travis's shirt and began to whimper. "I… I thought you were dead…"

"I thought you were dead…" whispered Travis, nuzzling his pup before scratching his head. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," whispered Marshall, as he looked into the human's eyes and gave the brightest smile any of the pups had ever seen.

"Um, Marshall?" asked Chase, deciding to interrupt the moment. "Do you know this guy?"

Marshall smiled and nodded. "Yeah… he's my original owner."