Hello, fellow fanfic readers 'n' writers! I can't believe I didn't do something like this before, even with it being suggested to me almost a year ago! This will be as close to a stand-alone story as I can do for a 'Misadventures' substory, and I really hope you enjoy this one. Please REAR!

WARNING: Due to the nature of this story and the way that I've decided to go about it, I have no choice but to put a trigger warning. Don't read if you don't like it and if you get triggered easily. And if you still do, and get triggered, don't say I didn't warn you and especially don't leave a hate review just because.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own this show. I don't say that I do either, because if I did, it would be a lie and I would probably be arrested immediately.

A shy stray pup looked at the tall building on the hill and swallowed hard. This was the only place where she could get help for her insufferable addiction.

This pup was a Shikoku, mostly matte black, with white fur running down her chest to her underbelly, and white under her curled tail. She also had a white muzzle and white cheeks. Her small black ears lay flat against her head as she thought about what she was about to do. Her dark brown eyes looked all around, trying to detect any danger of intruders.

"Please help me," she besought no one as she climbed the hill and trudged around to the back.

The Expert was with Rocky as the technically gifted pup worked on a new invention. What it would do, he didn't know yet, but that was sometimes half the fun, he said. His companion was there to make sure that he didn't kill himself whilst he worked. [Hahahahaaaa...]

Suddenly, they both heard a noise coming from outside. The Expert, calm as ever, went out to investigate like the detective he was.

He very quickly found the source of the sound. A twig had been snapped by something. His nose caught the scent of something odd. It was a fellow canine, but he didn't recognise exactly who it was. "Someone new is visiting us. Maybe this could be it." [Could be what?]

He looked at the twig, mentally measuring the distance between the broken pieces of wood. "Seems like a Shiba Inu or a Shikoku." He looked up and around himself, his eyes falling on the open mouth of his own house. The darkness shrouded the interior well, but The Expert could tell that there was someone inside it. He strode up and heard a muffled female voice say, "They won't find me here."

He would-have-smiled. "Hey." [They found her there.]

She jumped in shock and looked up at the friendly, unsmiling face of The Expert.

"You're ... The Expert, a-aren't you?" He shook his head yes. "W-well, no wonder you found me here. You are an expert at these things, after all." She got a half-shrug in response. [These guys are probably more famous than the rest of the Patrol.]

"What's your name?" he asked her, to which she responded, "Luna."

"So Luna, can you tell me what a Shikoku like yourself is doing in my house on this fine day?"

"W-well, she's - "

"Looking for someone." [And there it is. You knew it was coming.]

She paused, and then she said silently, "Yes. Y-you, actually."

"What is it that you wish?" The Expert queried.

"I want you to help me with a problem that I have. It's ... a-an addiction, really." He moved his head in understanding.

"I'd be glad to assist you. Who is it?" Her jaw dropped, and she fainted; she recovered in a few seconds though. This was The Expert, after all - he was bound to figure it out. [Oops - uh, I guess.]

Meanwhile, Rocky was becoming concerned that his albino stoic friend hadn't returned yet, and right when something went wrong too. He peeked his head out of his house to see that very pup having a conversation with a stranger pup that had apparently taken shelter in The Expert's own home. He decided to find out what was going on.

The two of them saw him approaching, and the girl shrunk further into the darkness. The Expert didn't fail to see that. [I can only imagine the fun things that are gonna happen now. Heavy on the sarcasm, please.]

"What's going on, The Expert? Who are you talking to?"

"Hello, Rocky. This is Luna, and she's come here because she needs help with an addiction with which she's having trouble."

"Huh." He looked at the cowering Shikoku pup in the house, who waved timidly at him. He returned it. "Okay. Well, when you're done, please let me know. The mechanism of the ventilator has been decapitulated, and the temperature regulator is having to work twice as hard to stop the contraption from overheating - but it's not enough and the metalloid structure is starting to be ardent and it could combust at any moment." [Ooh. Big words.]

"You know what? I'll come right now. That sounds very serious." The Expert turned to Luna. "Could you stay here for a few minutes?"

"I-I suppose so. Be careful, okay?" [We can be sure she said that to only one of them.]

"We will," he assured her, and he and the mixed breed pup walked back to the green pup house.

Luna watched them leave, putting her head down on her paws and mumbling something to herself as she did.

Her silence wouldn't last long, though, because another white pup showed up out of nowhere and spotted her in the house. [So what was that about nobobdy finding you there? That's two already.]

"Whoa, I didn't expect guests today. What's going on?"

"Oh. Um, hey. S-Stefan, right? I'm Luna, a-and I need help. I-I have an addiction."

"You do?" He stepped into the house and sat beside her. "Why don't you tell me about it?"

During Stefan's chat with Luna, Rocky and The Expert had talked about their surprise visitor.

"I think it's odd for a pup to have an addiction," Rocky had said. [Said many other fanfiction readers 'n' writers out there, until they realised what I meant.]

"Chase had one. So did Marshall and Rererangi. Their respective addictions did too," The Expert reminded him.

"Oh," Rocky mused as he pieced together this meaning of the word. "But to whom would it be directed? All the good people are taken." [Objectively. Just like how I am objectively better than some on this site. Not bashing anyone, remember: objectively.]

The Expert ignored him completely. Instead he said, "You've never decided to use that many technical terms to anyone before today, not even to me. To everyone, a ventilator is a fan, and being ardent is simply glowing. Normally you treat it as such so they can know about what you're talking."

"I wanted to conceal the nature of the problem," he justified, looking up to his right as he spoke. [Lies!]

"You're lying. You did it for another reason. I'd wager a guess on you wanting to sound intelligent in front of our lady guest to impress her."

"They don't call you The Expert for nothing," Rocky muttered, chuckling. "Yeah, I did. I think she's - "

"Oh, look. Your problem is a cog that doesn't fit properly," The Expert interrupted as he pulled it out to show the mechanics mastermind. "Do you have another one?"

"Uh, I should," Rocky said as he went around to the back of his house to find a suitable gear replacement.

As he did, The Expert said to himself, "Lovely. That's another pup off the list." [What? He has a list for these things?]

Let's go! We are moving on and getting these pairings checked off the list. Like I said, please don't hate if you don't like what I've done, but if you did like it, awesome! Thanks very much!

'Til next time, see you tomorrow!