A/N: Hey all! Thanks for reading my stories. I realized that I rushed Through the Flames and lost track of my original ideas and plot arc. I have decided to go back and retool a lot of the story. I plan on taking my time with the chapters going forwards. There will be parts of the original that remain similar, but after I got to about chapter 8, I realized I went the wrong direction with the story and needed to restart. These ideas came to me in the last couple days and I wanted to make sure that I could get the story where it needed to be!

In the meantime, enjoy Chapter 1 of Flames and Fury! Hopefully I'll have the start of a new story out by the end of the week.

In regards to the actual PAW Patrol show, Pups Save Puplantis was a pretty good episode. Hopefully we get more new episodes in Season 5 sooner rather than later. I've enjoyed most of the Sea Patrol episodes.


"I'm good," the young Dalmatian pup called to his friends. He quickly glanced backwards to see what had caught him this time. "How many times do I have to tell those pups to pick up their toys?" he thought to himself.

The other pups immediately stopped their volleyball game and rushed over to the fallen Dally.

"Marshall, what happened?"

"Yeah, dude, watch where you'we going!"

"Seriously, Marshall..."

Rubble, Zuma, and Skye rolled their eyes as they watched their friend pick himself off the grass. Marshall quickly shook it off and walked back to his side of the net, shouting "Ok, I'm ready again. What's the score? 3-1?"

As Marshall readied himself to serve, Skye shot Rubble a quick smirk: "What do you think the klutz will do this time? Or maybe I should ask, what won't he do?" The bulldog pup let out a small snort as he responded, "Oh, this is going to be good!"

Meanwhile, a stoic shepherd pup slowly stood up and stretched from his nap under the bright Adventure Bay sunlight. Chase wasn't one to miss a good game of volleyball, but the stress from the previous week of rescues had finally caught up with him. He glanced backwards towards the lookout, seeing Ryder working on his ATV with the helpful grey mixed-breed Rocky by his side. Chase chuckled to himself softly, wondering why any pup would rather toy around on machinery than play a game in this beautiful weather.

He stiffly bent down to stretch his back legs before looking up at the game in front of him. His best friend and constant companion, Marshall, was about to serve. Chase and Marshall were the first members of Ryder's team, brought together around the same time. They quickly became brothers and the de-facto leaders of the PAW Patrol. As the team grew around them, their bond only grew stronger. Only Marshall and Ryder knew the secrets of Chase's past, and likewise Ryder and Chase knew about Marshall's. He glanced over towards Marshall's team-mate, Zuma, and then at the other side of the net, where Skye and Rubble were snickering to themselves.

"I wonder what they're laughing about?" Chase thought to himself, as the pups in front of him readied for the next point.

"Ok, let me try this again," called Marshall to his playing partners. He tossed the ball in the air and sprinted towards the service line, leaping in the air as he reached for the ball. As he lifted his front paw to serve, a leaf fell from the tree above, distracting him momentarily.

The Dalmatian quickly regained focus, though his timing was now off. He smacked the ball towards the opposing court, but the ball did not cooperate with Marshall's intent. It rebounded off the net post towards his partner, Zuma, who sprung out of the way quickly to avoid the collision. However, Zuma's paw got caught in the net, ripping the netting from the posts and catching Skye and Rubble in tangles.

Marshall closed his eyes in embarrassment, knowing what was coming from his friends.

"Again, Marshall?" Skye whined.

"Uggh, my head," mumbled Rubble. "A little help here?"

"This is the last time I'm picking you as a pawtner, dude. I'VE HAD ENOUGH! My paw hurts, and I can bawely walk now. Thanks a lot," scoffed Zuma as he limped over to untangle Rubble and Skye from the downed netting. "Let's go, pups. We'll gwab some ice from the freezer and watch Apollo. We can't get hurt in there."

Chase stood to attention, watching the sore pups saunter slowly away from the wrecked game. Though he was some distance away from the court, he was able to hear what the other pups had said to Marshall. He gazed over at his buddy, who was pawing sadly at a leaf on the ground.

Chase softened his stance and trotted towards his downtrodden friend.

"Are you OK, Marshall?" Chase asked.

Marshall could sense the sincerity in his friend's voice. He slowly raised his head, sniffling and wiping a tear from his eye.

"I…I…I don't know," Marshall sniffed. "I was just trying to hit a good serve."

Chase put his paw on Marshall's shoulder, nuzzling him to get him to stand up. "It wasn't your fault, Marshall. I saw the leaf distract you."

"Thanks, Chase, but I don't think the other pups saw that. They all think I'm just a clumsy goof. I'm useless," Marshall said as he sat down, facing away from his best friend.

Chase whimpered silently as he watched the usually happy Dally pup melt into a pile of tears. "Oh, pups, if only you knew…"

Chase licked the tears from his friend's face and tried to cheer him up. "Come on, pal. You know you're not useless. Who's been called on the most dangerous missions? Who's been my sidekick here in Adventure Bay since day one? There's no other pup I'd rather have along with me on any rescue."

"Thanks, Chase," Marshall sniffed, as he sat up coughing. He couldn't help but let a small smile show.

"Now there's the Marshall we all know and love! Here, let me help you fix the volleyball net. Then we can go in and have some snacks with the rest of the pups."

Chase picked Marshall up off the ground with his muzzle, giving his bud one last pat on the back. The two leaders of the PAW Patrol quickly rebuilt the volleyball net before jogging back towards the lookout.

"I'll meet you inside, Marshall. I left my pack back on the hill." Chase trotted off towards the hill as Marshall built the courage to rejoin his friends inside.

As he approached the door, Marshall stopped as he heard the pups talking inside.

"What a useless dog," Rubble scoffed. "Has anyone ever seen such a clumsy pup!"

"Ha ha ha ha, I know, right!" laughed Skye. "I can't believe Chase puts up with such an idiotic friend."

Marshall could hear Zuma giggling at Skye's comment, before joining in: "We'd be so much better off without him. We wouldn't be getting huwt or wun over all the time. He's such a hindrance."

Tears began to well once again in Marshall's eyes. "Could those pups, my…my…friends, really think that about me?" Marshall thought to himself. "I…I…can't…"

His thoughts were interrupted by one more voice from inside, "All he ever does is spray me with his water cannons. I wish we could lose him, and not reuse him," laughed Rocky.

"Oh, that's classic, Rocky!"

"Wocky, too good! Too good, dude!"

"Rocky too? He wasn't even playing volleyball today…and I've worked on my aim with my cannons." Marshall could no longer hold in his tears. He sprinted towards his pup house, sobbing as he ran.

Chase had finally made it back to where Marshall was waiting for him, but the spotted pup was no where in sight. "Hmm, he must have gone in without me. I'm glad he's feeling better," Chase thought to himself. He turned to walk inside, hearing laughter as he made his way towards the door.

"I'm glad Marshall hasn't come in yet. I'm tired of him always messing things up. And messing us up with his uncoordinated actions," Skye sighed as the other pups stopped laughing and agreed with her.

Chase stopped after hearing this. If Marshall wasn't inside, then, where was he? He had to find his friend.


Marshall swiftly wiped away the tears at his pup house, stunned at the comments he heard from his friends. "I know I'm not the most coordinated pup, but it's not my fault. They don't know…" his thoughts trailed off as he glanced down the driveway. "If they want me off the team, then I'm going to take a break."

Marshall knew he had to be quick, as the PAW Patrol would be on their way soon to find their teammate. He tried to think of a place to hide for the night.

"Mr. Porter's…no, the pups would check there first. Katie's place? No, she'd call Ryder and have him come get me. Aha! I got it! The place only Chase and I know."

Marshall sped off towards the pond in the woods. It had become his and Chase's secret place; a place where the two of them could go if they needed time to think. Most of the time each pup went by himself, but sometimes the two buddies needed each other's company when the times were tough. Neither of the pups had shared this spot with anyone or any pup, so Marshall knew he was safe.

Soon enough, Marshall saw the clearing in front of him. He could hear the birds chirping peacefully and watched happily as bunnies were playing in the flowers. "There's a reason this spot is so special," Marshall thought to himself as he glanced over at the pond.

He quickly found a place to lay down under the sun, and closed his eyes. It had been a long day for the pup and his tired body was only matched by his tired mind. He could no longer keep himself awake and he allowed the drowsiness to overtake him. "I'll be on the move in a little bit," Marshall yawned again as he laid his head on his paws. His mind quickly raced off as his eyelids closed.


"Slower…SLOWER…how could you go slower?" an angry voice growled. He grabbed his polished walking stick and walked towards a panting Dalmatian pup. The pup looked up and began to cower and shake in fear.

*THWACK*

The man whipped the pup with some rope, causing the dog to yelp and leap in the air.

"Oh, come on, you stupid mutt. You know that doesn't hurt. The sound is worse than the pain," the man scoffed as the pup regained his balance. "You are going to do it one more time. If you go slower again, no kibble tonight."

Marshall looked over at the man. He was tall and muscular, with brown hair and a goatee covering his chin. He always carried a walking stick, though Marshall never saw a reason for him to use it.

"You will never be my real master," Marshall thought to himself. "You know you took me from my parents, my family." He stopped for a minute, feeling a dull ache in his heart. "What would my parents think if they knew what I've turned into. I'm a thief. I'm a criminal. I'm a monster."

Marshall awoke suddenly from his dream; his body was shaking and he could feel a cold sweat. "It was only a dream…" Marshall reminded himself, the memories he'd tried so hard to suppress working their way into the forefront of his mind. He sat up slowly, glancing around to regain his bearings. He'd only been asleep for a short time; the sun was still high above Adventure Bay. He knew that Chase would begin to worry about him if he wasn't back soon. He could still hear the words from the rest of the pups, their insults stinging him over and over. But that dream reminded him of his true family; he knew he belonged with the PAW Patrol. He stood up, dusted himself off, and began the long walk back to the lookout.