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'Two weeks. . . Two whole weeks. . .' That's all Marshall could think about, because that's how long it's been.

It's been two weeks since his mate stopped talking to him. Sure Chase would talk to him during missions and rescues. . . But any other time the two passed, the Dalmatian would speak. But the shepherd would look away, unable to meet Marshall's blue eyes. And before he could say anything else, the shepherd would walk away leaving the Dalmatian to wonder what he did wrong.


Chase was tossing and turning in his pup house. Unable to fall asleep, he opened his amber eyes again to look at the alarm clock next to his bed. . . But all he saw was a lump covered by a blanket. He flinched for a moment, and then he remembered he covered it up because Marshall gave it to him last Christmas, and gave a small smile.

The Dalmatian had conspired with Ryder and found an alarm clock of a German shepherd, more specifically one of Chase himself. In the past couple of years, the Paw Patrol had become quite famous. Ryder had found toys, clothes and alarm clocks all with one or more of him and the pups on them. There was even a rumor there was going to be a kids cartoon in the future.

But Chase already knew that, because at the shepherd's request, Ryder ordered a Marshall alarm clock as well. When the two pups opened the presents from each other they howled with delight at getting themselves for Christmas. It always brought him joy when he looked at it. But now, it only reminded him of his mistake.

He rolled over and had just closed his eyes again, when there was a knock at the door. He groaned, "who is it?"

"Your mate," the voice said from the other side of the door. The shepherd froze, and Marshall could sense it. "Chase please talk to me. . ." The Dalmatian sniffed, and Chase could picture tears starting to run down Marshall's muzzle. "I need you to talk to me. . . I mean, do you still love me? . . . Is this your way of telling me were through?" As he heard the Dalmatian break down further, tears started to run down his own muzzle. But he still couldn't bring himself to open the door. Then unexpectedly, the Dalmatian began to sing. . .

Say something, I'm giving up on you. . .

I'll be the one, if you want me to. . .

Anywhere I would follow you. . .

Say something I'm giving up in you.

The dalmatians voice was soft and vulnerable as he continued to sing. . .

Oh I. . . will stumble and fall.

I'm still learning to love . . . just starting to crawl.

And I. . . Will swallow my pride.

Your the one that i love. . . Are you saying goodbye?

Tears started to form in the corners of the shepherds amber eyes as his mate sang the chorus again with a little more strength. . .

Say something I'm giving up on you.

I'm sorry that I could not get to you.

Anywhere I. . . will still follow you.

Just say something I'm giving upon you.

There were a few moments of silence, until Marshall spoke in anger. "Fine, Chase. . . you don't want to talk to me, fine!" he almost yelled.

The shepherd started to get up and open the door, but could hear the Dalmatian running away. "I'm sorry," he whispered as a tear fell to the floor.


Ryder woke for no reason he could find. He turned to his 'Ryder' alarm clock the pups had gotten him for Christmas, and gave a small sigh. '1:00 in the morning, definitely not time to get up yet.' He rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't. He had this unshakable feeling that something was wrong, so he got up and put his house shoes on and took the elevator downstairs.

When the doors opened to the ground floor, he broke into a run to get to the front doors. Once he unlocked them, he bent down and ran his hand softly over the sobbing pups' fur. "Marshall . . . what happened?" The pup continued to sob.

"I was about to call you Ryder," Rubble said. "I don't know exactly what happened . . . but I have a pretty good idea."

The teen nodded, "Me too." He leaned over and picked up the pup. "Come on Marshall, you can stay with me tonight.

As Ryder walked back inside, the bulldog spoke again. "Can I come to?"

Noticing something was off in the pup's voice, he looked down into Rubble's eyes. They were shining with tears, and the fur around them was damp. Sensing another one of his pups needed him, he nodded. "Sure . . . come on."


The song is 'Say Something' by Great Big World feat. Christina Aguilera. . . So we know why Marshall and Chase are upset. . . But what's wrong with Rubble?

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