Chapter 2: A brotherly talk

The pups slid down the slide, with Ryder going down the pole to his ATV. By this time, the truck had pulled up and stopped. The person driving managed to get out and get a duffel bag out of his truck before the Paw Patrol was upon him. He closed the door, with the intention of walking around to the other side of his truck, but then he was blocked by the pups in front of him.

He saw Ryder walking toward him. He looked down at the Paw Patrol, then at Ryder. He looked again. "When you said you were running a team, Ryder, I didn't think you meant a team of dogs. Pups, at that." He looked rather confused. Ryder smiled. "Didn't expect you to be so late, Scotty." Scott sighed and shook his head. "There's only one thing I hate more than being away for so long. Traffic and idiots. Two things that don't go together. Two things that shouldn't exist. Other than that, not much else." The pups had noticed a noticeable Scottish, or maybe an Irish, accent to his voice.

"So, am I going to get any help from my little brother, or am I forced to carry all of this on my own?" Scott said with a joking tone. He handed Ryder a bag to carry, and then handed him another one that he already had on his shoulder. He then reached back into the truck and pulled out a few gun cases and a katana in its sheath.

Ryder was a little uneasy with having any guns by the pups or him. He had only seen Farmer Al's twelve gauge before, and that was when a bear had attacked them while on a mission. And we wondered why the hell he had a katana.

Scott noticed his brother's nervousness. Came naturally. He smiled. "Don't worry. I won't shoot anyone. Accept any terrorists. I show no mercy for them. But that's why I have a big knife for anyone else who decides to screw with me." He grinned again and laughed. "Anyways, mind showing me around?"

Ryder shook his head after hearing his brothers "joke."

He nodded, and began to walk toward the Lookout. The pups followed, with Scott right behind them. Once they got inside, Ryder went to the elevator. "Pups, could you stay down here for a minute? I'm going to go show our guest his room." The pups looked at each other. "Anyone up for some Pup-pup-Boogie?" The pups howled with excitement, and went to the dance pad to begin. Ryder motioned toward Scott, and they both went up the elevator.

Once they were upstairs, Ryder guided his brother toward the guest bedroom. He put his brother's duffel and backpack on the bed. He turned to him. "Scott, can I ask you a really serious question? Like really serious?" His brother nodded. "Shoot." Ryder had a sad look on his face. "Why did you leave?" His brother did not respond immediately, instead putting the rest of his stuff on the bed and sighing. "What did Dad tell you?"

"He told me that you didn't respect the family name. Said you were a disgrace to us all and that I should forget you existed." His brother sighed heavily. "What else did he call me, a child murderer? A, uh, gods what did he say, a uh, mass shooter? Hater to the people in the Middle East? Racist?" All Ryder did was nod. Scott shook his head and sighed. "He was a crazy old bastard, I'll tell you that. Look, whatever he said was a complete lie. The military was and is my life. I left to get Dad off my back. Trust me, if it wasn't for Dad, I wouldn't have left and found my friends. I wouldn't be the man I am today."

Ryder looked at his brother, tears in his eyes. "But you didn't have to. I needed you, and so did mom. It crushed her when you left. You abandoned us." His brother sighed, getting choked up. "I never, ever, wanted to leave. Whatever dad said is a lie. Now, trust me, my leaving was the best and worst thing I've ever done. But, I needed this. I needed the Navy. I needed the S.E. , and I needed Bravo Six. That changed me, and it made me."

Ryder started to cry. This was too much. His dad lied about his only brother? Told him he was a racist and was a nobody? Why did he do it? Just why?

Scott walked over to him, tears of his own in his eyes. He never wanted to leave, but the military was what he wanted. He would have tried to stay close, but his father forced his hand. He hugged his brother tightly, trying not to start sobbing himself. He whispered to Ryder "It's ok now. I'm back, and I have no plans of leaving now. I'm staying here for a good while. Just please, please, don't try to get me to fix anything on the pups rides. I just work on regular cars and trucks. I don't want to see whatever is in those things." He looked up, and noticed the pups outside the door, and they all looked concerned for their owner and leader.

He chuckled. "Bit nosy, are ya?" The pups giggled slightly, and Ryder also laughed a bit. He got up, and glanced at his brother. "Pups, can you give our guest a moment to get ready and settled? I'll do introductions when he's ready." Scott laughed. "I'm good. Are we doing this here or downstairs?" Ryder said "Downstairs has a bit more space. Just give me a second." Scott shrugged and grabbed his backpack. "Guess we'll see you in a minute." He walked downstairs, whistling the song "Diggy Diggy Hole." For some reason.

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Hey everyone, Scotty here. Sorry for the slow updates, but this chapter was made by pure luck and timing. So, guys, I don't know how long this is going to take me to finish, but I am going to be writing some other stories on some other fanons, so this might take awhile to finish.

Now, I will be accepting OC's for later in the story, so if you have one, I will gladly accept. Also, the OC's will be a part of Bravo 6 squad, just to let ya know. So, I'll see y'all next time, and if ya have a OC that you want in the story, please leave a PM or review. Thanks guys.