DISCLAIMER: I do not own PAW Patrol, the characters, or any association of the series.
A/N: HELLO READERS. And Happy (late) New Year! I know I haven't been updating, so please bare with me! I'll try to do it with all my other stories hopefully very soon.
As well, keep up coming with reviews people! I'm loving it. I've decided to cut this chapter in two because I was heading over 15 000 words! So I guess I lied saying Chase would be a five-parter. Meh, more story for him right?
RJW82835 – Yup! They'll all eventually link up. I pretty much have it planned out already
PBJNachos – Yeah it's cute how's he changing. His transformation is gonna take awhile to the pup we know on TV, but I hope you enjoy his character development!
Zyrwolf – Aww, thanks! I try really hard to make it engaging.
ChaseLovesSkye – your comment made my damn day. I adore long reviews! I'm actually older than you (add three to ya age) but it doesn't stop me from loving this adorable couple. They won't be officially in this fic but there will be hints andteasing for those shippers out there.
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Morning came. Archie arrived around eleven, dotting in full uniform, wearing his favourite sunglasses too. He strolled in nonchalantly, and expectantly, saw Chase awake and actively aware.
"Hey Junior," he greeted casually, planking a spot in front of his cage. Now, until recently, Chase would acknowledge the K-9 officer, and the day would wear on its usual accounts.
But today…Chase looked like he was debating something. Archie, curious on the behaviour, sloped his head to the side, a playful smile grazing his face. "What's poking around in your head?"
"Uh," Chase looked unsure, trying to shrug the comment off. "Nothing." He kept flickering his eyes back and forth between Archie and the floor. A low, strained groan vibrated through the pup's throat, and Archie crocked a brow. Was Chase annoyed?
But then the said pup huffed out a mumble. "Orin'."
Archie leaned in. "Whatcha say Junior?"
"…I said," he sighed heavily, taking a shaking breath. "m-morning…like you know," he darted his eyes to Archie but swiftly looked away, mumbling the rest. "Like what you're suppose to say to someone…"
Archie was stunned, silently taking it in. Chase said…morning to him? As in like good morning?
As quickly his surprised look came, it faded away into a mischievous grin. "You don't say morning much do you?"
Chase became explicitly red, embarrassment and anger mixing into one. Archie wanted to laugh at the flustered expression, as Chase kept stuttering at his angered words, but he gestured with a paw. "Aww, I'm not teasing you Junior, honest." The growling weakened. "I was just…surprised you said that to me."
Chase continued to growl, but he quickly turned his head away, grumbling. "Aren't you suppose to say that?" he sounded like if he wanted to be angry, but it came out more confused, almost if he's verifying it with the older dog. "That's what the book told me."
"The book?"
Chase nodded and pointed to the neat pile in the corner. "Yeah, the english...one..."
"I did?" he stupidly sputtered out. But then the idea clicked. "Ooh right! I gave it to you! No wonder Lucky is complaining about where his stuff is."
Chase watched him in confusion.
Archie swatted his paw away, dismissing the thought. "Meh, nevermind that. So," he wiggles his eyebrows. "So, since you're gonna be heading out to the new place real soon, I want to do a cool surprise for you. Bet you're gonna like it."
Chase looked at him with doubt, but his voice was laced with curiosity. "Really? What's that?"
Without explaining, Archie stood on his hind legs, rattling the cage lock with something in his paw. After seconds of clanking a light click was heard, and Chase's eyes went incredibly wide.
The door. The door was swinging open. It was soundless to a naked ear, but to Chase it was nothing but loud with its creaks and starchy noises.
The door was open.
Chase didn't move. He simply stared dumbfounded like at the new space that was being offered. The only times he was offered time outside was when he had to "go", but even then he was accompanied by someone (which made it really awkward, but at least they didn't look at him and stayed a good few feet away).
But the big shocker was that Archie was walking away.
Chase'e eyes warily watched him, clearly jumbled in thoughts.
"C'mon Junior," he chuckled, nudging his head over. "Don't be surprise." He continued on walking, leading down the hall.
This was when Chase faced a dilemma. He could easily, easily run off, head in the other direction, fight off security, escape this place he's been in for the past few weeks. And he knew this time the odds were in his favour – he was healed after all, and at full strength. He can make a break for it, get the heck out of this place and return home. Return to his brother. And finally forget this place and act like nothing changed.
But something stopped him. He frowned at the feeling. What was it though? He wanted to see his brother again, the outdoors, damn he really wanted to feel the wind against his fur, have the sense of freedom again. He didn't want to stay in a place with rules and regulations. That wasn't him. It would never be him.
But he followed.
He didn't know if he was curious, bored, or some invisible force made him do it, but he did so calmly. He took his first step, feeling weird and relieved to be out on his own from his temporary home. He looked back at the dumb toy he strangely got attached to and looked onward, noticing Archie patiently waiting for him.
Was he really that trusting? That naïve to be so far away from him, having his back turned away? Did Archie really think he knew him? Ha. As if.
But he still followed.
Once Chase paddled near Archie, the police dog looked back and smiled boisterously.
"Alright, let's head out. I know a shortcut, so it shouldn't take long."
"Oh." He became quiet but then suddenly crinkled a brow. "Where are we going though?"
He winked. "My second home."
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If Chase first felt uncomfortable being around one police dog, then heading towards the Police Academy was defiantly heightening his anxiety. Archie knew it was a big risk to take Junior there, and it was evident how the pup felt once he told him where they were going – acting quieter than usual, eyes more cautious and even a tad menacing – but the place shouldn't be as busy today. Besides, they shouldn't take too long to head over.
But wow, when Chase learned they were going there by car, in a human car for heck's sake, he visibly stiffened. There was no way he was gonna get in a human vehicle, no damn way.
Yet Archie had that same stupid smile on his muzzle and somehow, somehow, they ended up in the police curser. Those minutes driving to the Police Academy were absolutely agonizing, and Chase was horribly uncomfortable (he looked like a new born calf trying to stand, and as usual, Archie was lying down and relaxing, trying to calm him down with jokes). When the car did stop and Archie unhooked the latch, Chase instantly leaped out, feeling the sun gleam right into his eyes. He cringed at the brightness, but he would rather face this than staying any longer in the car. And besides – he clenched his paws – he was outside. Finally! Yet to his dismay it was grass. He didn't like it. In the city streets all around them was concrete. It felt too foreign.
"Thanks for the ride Simon." Archie smoothly said, stretching his paws and back legs.
Simon smiled. "Need a ride back?"
"If we're lazy, probably."
He laughed. "Okay, I'll swing on by in a few hours. I'll message you through your collar when I'm heading back."
Archie barked in compliance.
When he left and Archie toddled towards the pup, he led him on with a nudge of his head and they continued down the pavement.
"So here it is Junior," they stopped in front of the large stairs. He smiled boyishly proud. "The Academy."
And an academy it was. The place looked huge! It had rusty brick walls with thick, lush vines all over, tall pillars, and to Chase's left, noticed a large group of humans in blue sweatsuits running in a square formation.
Archie picked up his unsaid question. "The K-9 academy and human police academy are on the same campus, so don't be surprised if you see a lot of training human officers running about."
Chase continued staring upward. He couldn't take his eyes off it.
"C'mon, I'll show you inside."
Even the interior carried the vintage esteem. The front entrance had a few K-9 dogs walking through, even lesser with human officers, the room bright and large and surprisingly inviting. There was also a huge circular table at the back of the wall, clearly being the reception desk. A human lady was typing away, and when she noticed them, she smiled.
"Good morning Officer Archie."
He didn't stop but he had a huge grin with a wink. "Donna. Lovely as ever I see." The dogs then went through twin doors, and Chase instantly was shocked.
There were probably a dozen or so halls leading somewhere, people and dogs walking about. Strangely few were wearing uniforms, just dogs in collars and humans in those weird blue sweatsuits. Chase absorbed it all fully.
"So whatcha think?" he eyed back his guest in a playful manner.
He didn't want to admit how it felt overwhelming to be here, so with a slacken jaw tried to seem unimpressed. "It's big."
He chuckled. "I had the same reaction, but eventually you get used to it." He continued leading, turning into a hall.
They curved into a corner. "This way leads to some of the classrooms, mostly for humans though. For dogs it would be on the other side, but sometimes the two have classes together. Like this one," he pointed with a paw. "This class is how to coordinate in the field with your human partner." He sighed contently. "Ahh memories."
"Did you train here?" Chase suddenly asked as they were passing by more rooms, most filled with recruits.
"Yup. Came here when I was about one and half years old. Trained for five months before finally graduating."
Chase mutely listened to that.
"And here," he prolonged, opening the door slightly, "is the cafeteria. Personally my favourite place. Especially Tuesdays. Man, barbeque night."
Chase had a questioning look. "But you said you graduated. You still come here?"
"Yup. I live on res across the north field."
"Res?"
"Yeah, like residency. All new recruits, dog or human, live here till they graduate, but it's not like us K-9 dogs could rent apartments afterwards, so there's a special division for us official police dogs to live in." He chuckled. "I guess the only difference is that the rooms are bigger, which is totally cool with me."
"So all the K-9 dogs live there?"
He shrugged. "Pretty much. Some live with their human partners, but that's mostly the Attack and Sentry dogs."
Chase raised a brow. "What's that?"
"It's what I do. Patrol, head to 911 calls. Standard position, but damn I'm good at it." He flashed a smile, and again Chase rolled his eyes.
They ventured almost all around, taking a peak at some classes, especially the K-9 classrooms. Archie even showed Chase the cafeteria, the indoor exercise facility, the gymnasium, the longue, and the giant pool that contained lap rounds.
After exploring the specialized rooms, they entered into a large corridor, which definitely had the highest amount of traffic. People and dogs were moving in a slight chaotic fashion, some were standing and conversing with one another. Some dogs greeted Archie, but not too long as he kept them brief with a quick joke and a smile. Chase was mute when Archie talked to any fellow officers, and it was strange how no one brought up to mention that was pup was with him. Archie assumed that the other dogs thought that Chase was a pup in training.
However, what was the real shocker was that Junior was actually staying close to him. (Well, not right beside, but considering Chase's personality, it was close enough). As soon as Archie started to leave Chase would instantly follow, watching where and how Archie was moving.
The K-9 dog wondered if this was an involuntary action.
"Wandering again Officer Archie?"
He whipped his head around and wagged his tail, his head high and a big grin, instantly realizing the scent and voice. "Sir!"
Chase followed his eyes to where Archie was looking, and noticed an older, yet incredibly tall dog walking towards them. He didn't look like any type of dog that Chase recognized, as he had this black and tan coloured fur, and it was fuzzy and stiff, yet longer and a bit curly. Even a thick fur moustache was under his snout. He also wore a uniform, but unlike the rich blue Archie wore, this dog had black attire with a mini tie and several badges on the side of the vest. He even wore a hat.
The new dog nodded his head calmly.
Archie grinned. "It's nice to see you again Chief. What brings you here in the super crowded halls of this school?"
He answered calmly. "I am here for a brief meeting with the K-9 trainers."
"Ah, with the oldies?"
"Yes, but why you keep calling them oldies I do not know."
"C'mon sir, you know how I roll with the names."
He had a knowing look. "Indeed."
Chase observed the exchange. This dog definitely had a firm, authoritative demeanor; almost engulfing the room of its environment, and how he stood and kept his gaze strict emphasized that. However, unlike that dog who came into his cage, this "Chief" seemed composed and orderly, not at all aggressive.
Chief turned his attention to the small pup beside Archie, and Chase noticed. His blue eyes turned to Archie and said: "A visitor I see. Giving a tour?"
"Yup. I'm a compassionate dog, sir."
The Chief dog looked to Archie inquisitively, who simply shrugged, but he returned his gaze to Chase. "Welcome to the Academy pup. I do hope you enjoy the tour by Officer Archie. Please do not mind the randomness he likes to emit once in awhile."
"Aw, now Chief, you ruined the surprise."
"A truly delightful surprise it would have been." He said dryly.
Archie grinned.
"Excuse me Chief," a voice came from behind, a female Golden Retriever. "Commissioner called in, inquiring about your reports."
"Yes, thank you." With another miniature salute from Archie, Chief nodded in reply and walked away with the trailing dog.
It turned quiet, but the two German Shepards continued their walk. Chase decided to ask. "So was that your…uh – "
"Yup. Head police Chief of the K-9 division of Detmold City. Winston's his name."
"What is he?"
"Breed wise? I'm pretty sure an Airedale Terrier."
Chase absentmindedly commented, almost in awe. "He's tall."
Archie chuckled. "He is. Apparently he's the largest Terrier breed."
When they turned round the bend, leaving from the large corridor, they encountered a laughing group of dogs talking among each other. One of them recognized Archie instantly.
"Hey, Archie!" One of them yelled happily, and a chorus of greetings followed. The said dog smiled back as the group approached them, and Chase instantly began to feel uncomfortable.
"Archie! Great to see you again."
"Man Arch, you were great at that last raid!"
"Hey, did you see it when Bud realized you got a higher score on that training test instead of him? Priceless!"
"Who's the pup Archie?"
Chase stiffened, hearing his presence being drawn in. It seemed all the dogs paid attention to the pup now, and Archie answered with a chill demeanor.
"He's name Chase. Giving him a tour around the Academy."
"So he's your pup?"
Chase was flabbergasted at that assumption.
"Never knew you had a son Archie!"
"Funny," he chuckled. "But no."
"So family member? He's your younger brother then?"
And all too suddenly Chase's insides went cold.
"Yeah," Archie played along. "Something like that."
"He looks just like you!"
"Duh, they're both German Shepherds. Idiot."
"Hey!"
"Anyways," the third dog said, letting the two bicker and turning directly to Chase. "How do you like it here so far, seeing where your brother works?"
Chase turned his head away.
Archie noticed the sudden shift. "So boys," he said, "They're giving out free food in the caf today. Me and Chase had some, so you better get your grub before it's gone~" and he winked at the suggestion.
Three pair of eyes widened greatly at the comment. With a ruff they all began charging down the hall excitedly, almost accidentally slamming into a human officer.
Archie shook his head with a mirth expression. "Seriously, those dogs are too much. Too much energy. But heck then again I'm a lot to handle, or so I'm told." He laughed at his own joke.
But when he turned to see Chase, he saw the pup walking away from him. The K-9 dog rushed to catch up.
"Woah, where you going Junior? You're heading to front desk."
Chase stopped. He felt guilty. Oh so terribly guilty, ashamed to be even standing in this building, talking to this officer, surrounded by all this.
It was all just so wrong.
"Junior?"
"Don't," Archie halted his steps. Chase didn't even look at him, stiff as a stone. "Don't ever say I'm your brother…ever."
Archie stood there blankly at the threatening tone. He wondered before, but now that it was front and center of his thoughts…did Chase have a family? Well it wasn't like he mentioned one, cause heck, Chase just recently starting to talk him more. But if Junior did have family… where were they? Were they alive? And if they were, why allow a small pup like him join a dog gang? Questions kept popping in his mind, but it clear the topic of family was a sensitive one.
Archie slowly crept up to Chase, watching any sudden movement the pup might make. When he didn't move, Archie said his answer.
"Alright Junior." After several seconds of quietness, Archie queried: "Do you want to see outside? Nothing's been scheduled so we can have full range of the field-"
"I want to go back."
Archie paused in midst of his words.
"You want to leave?" he sounded a bit confused. "Now?"
Chase only nodded, still refusing to look at him.
Then Archie saw it. The rigid, defensive stance… paws clenching the floor. It almost remised the attitude when they first met.
But while before his face was distrustful and cold, now it was defeated and even…dejected?
Archie sighed lowly; his eyes were soft but didn't pester. "If you want Junior." He nudged his head over, indicating him to follow. "We can wait in the caf while I call Simon."
Chase didn't reply. He just mindlessly followed him down the hall.
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Archie came around noon the next day. He arrived just when Barbara was refilling Chase's bowl, and with a light grin he greeted them.
"Hey Junior. Hey Barbara."
Chase looked up but he didn't reply, switching his view to something else. Barbara however was much more responsive.
"Hi Archie. We're just finishing up here."
"Nah, take your time." He said, relaxing a bit, resting on the floor. "No need to rush."
She smiled in compliance. Once she finished clearing the old bowls, she stood up and closed the cage while exiting. Archie got up and was just about the thank her when she nudged her head to the side, away from Chase. Curious, he followed her to the door.
"He seems kinda down Archie." She whispered, almost with a sigh. "He didn't say anything this morning or even now."
Archie crinkled a brow. "He talks to you?"
"No, not really. He recently started saying morning or night to me. I even caught him saying hi to Officer Marty."
"Really?"
"Yes, but today…nothing. He seems upset. He barely ate breakfast too. I figure you know something about it."
He did. But he didn't say it. "Thanks for letting me know." He smiled.
She swatted her hand in the air. "No, problem." She glided back to the cage and glanced at the pup with a soft smile. "See you in the evening Chase."
He looked at her with a half-hearted shrug.
Barbara was dejected but she kept her smile, turning her way to the door and closing it with a tiny thud. Archie eyed the pup, who sat above the newly poured food and blankly stared at it.
"You okay Junior?" Archie asked softly. "If you wanna talk we can."
Chase sighed.
Archie continued, suggesting it with a comforting smile. "But only if you want to Chase. There's no pressure. In fact you don't ever have to tell me. If you wanna keep it to yourself it's totally fine. Just know that if ya need a friendly ear, you got one."
It was quiet after that. Archie waited unwearyingly, his eyes on Chase's back that was facing him. And for only a few moments after Chase side-glanced to Archie, watching him before returning his eyes to his paws.
"No."
Archie nodded in understanding. "That's cool with me-"
"No, I'm just not…" Archie stopped, watching Chase struggle with his wording. He was patient though. "I'm just not…ready yet."
Archie was surprised. He let out a breath he didn't know he had. A sigh of relief. "No rush Junior." He felt a grin beginning to grow on his face. "There's no rush. None at all. In fact…let's relax today."
Chase answered with a nodded.
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Archie, true to his word, didn't take Chase anywhere. They simply talked about aimlessly about things, but eventually, his collar was lit, and he was called down to the station, and that was it for the rest of the day. Eventually the same routine followed for the next two days, and the third day Archie was absent. Chase assumed it was K-9 stuff. It was no problem though. Not like he had to visit him everyday. And besides, on the third day Chase was moved into the new pound, in a new room with in fact several other dogs who too came from the streets. They weren't rude or anything. They seemed like well, regular dogs, and they were able to occupy their time when they were in their cages.
Chase however was bored out of his mind. Yeah, he liked his time alone, especially after a long day doing gang-related activities, curling up on the rooftop and watching the sunset. But since he was doing none of those things, he felt like a chicken walking in circles. He actually finished that english book, and tried reading those harder ones. It was challenging, but Chase was able to finish them, or at least the ones that interested him. It definitely was a slow day for him.
When the next day came, and Chase smelled that familiar scent, he almost jumped in anticipation.
"Archie," He swallowed his throat. He was still getting use to it, but he still wanted to say it anyway. "Morning."
He grinned happily in response. "Morning Junior!"
Other dogs in the room looked to the officer, and they resumed whatever they were doing. Archie slummed down in front of Chase's cage, getting himself into a comfortable position.
Before he could stop himself: "We're not leaving again today?"
"Leaving?" Archie titled his head, and he arched a brow. "Don't remember it being on schedule. Where to?"
Chase knew the answer, but he decided to shrug. "…I don't know."
Archie stared at him, a nosy look in his blue eyes.
Chase grumbled at the sight. Damn him and his smirk. "Maybe that place you took me before..."
"Oooh," he voiced almost innocently, gazing up the ceiling. He suddenly shock his head. "Nope."
Chase was confused. "Wait, like…not at all?"
"Didn't seem you enjoyed it."
"I did!" he suddenly exclaimed, and with shame he realized what he said. "No, like it wasn't as bad as I thought it was gonna be." He tried to shrug it off.
Archie crinkled a brow, and Chase replied. "Really."
"Sure."
"I am." He frowned.
"Whatever you say Junior~" He said airily, having a hint of his teasing tone.
Chase groaned.
"Do you want to go see it again?"
"No."
Archie's look softened. "It's okay to admit you like it Chase. I'm not judging you for it."
From that it turned in comfortable silence. Well, for Archie mostly. The pup looked annoyed, but it definitely was different from the disgusted look he had on when he first was caught. Almost mirroring a pup that was denied a puppy treat.
"So whatcha say? Wanna check it out again?"
"No." he stubbornly answered, but his tail said otherwise.
Archie had a mirth expression. Junior was too funny sometimes.
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"So this entire thing they just did…it was called an obstacle course?"
"Yup."
"And you all have to complete it to pass?"
"You got it Junior."
Chase arched a brow. Currently the duo was watching a group of in-training police dogs completing a course on the outdoors field. Apparently Archie wanted to show Chase what exactly K-9 dogs do.
While they watched, Archie asked: "So how's the new place? Liking it? Too cramped? Cozy? Loud? Peaceful?"
"Um," he thought for his answer, glancing around. "It's okay."
"Okay? Not to your standards then?" he teased.
"No, I mean, yeah, wait, it's not what I meant!" He tried to figure out his words. "I mean it's fine. Like the dogs here are fine. They're – "
"Cool?"
"Yeah. Guess so."
Archie grinned. "Told you. But ya know the drill Junior," he winked. "I'm the king of cool."
Chase rolled his eyes.
After the last dog finished through the course, they all began heading inside. Chase looked to Archie. "And that's all what they gotta do?"
He chucked. "Junior, let me tell ya: it's pretty hard. You just saw what they did. And this isn't the only thing you gotta do. There's several other obstacle training sessions you must complete, and under certain time restraints."
Chase gazed outward at the field again. His face was indifferent.
Didn't prevent the sly look on Archie's face though. "You wanna try the obstacle course?"
Chase shock his head heavily. It wasn't convincing.
The K-9 dog smiled brightly. "C'mon, it's pretty fun! You get to practice your skills. And I do remember you sprinting your tail off when I first met you."
Chase still looked doubtful.
"You know what? See that structure there?" he pointed with his paw, and Chase's eyes followed. "That's the pup version of the course. Give a test run on that."
Chase's eyes grew wide in surprise. "There's a pup version?"
"Yup. We have pups training here too. It's K-9 pup program. Pretty small, but the pups there make up for it. All determined and ready to learn."
Chase didn't know what to say to that. Pups wanted to do this? How did they know what they wanted to do already? He wanted to ask, but kept his muzzle shut.
When reaching the structure, Archie flashed a charming grin. "In fact Junior, when I was pup and I had to go through this, I actually have the fastest time on it. Archie the invincible! That's what they called me."
"I thought it was Impossible dog."
"Meh, I go by many names." He winked playfully.
Chase wiggled his nose, contemplating.
"Junior~," he wiggled his eyebrows. "You know you wanna."
The pup sighed in defeat. "I guess I could try it out…"
Archie couldn't help but bark in joy. "Great!" he swiped something out of his many pockets in his police vest and took out a flat large buzzer. Still smiling brightly, he gestured Chase to a spot to go to, which the younger Germen Shepard did.
"Alright Junior, my time as a pup was 3:34. Try to meet that. Unless," he had a smirk. "You don't think you can't beat that."
Chase narrowed his eyes. Challenge accepted.
"Alright, but don't be surprise if you don't." he said teasingly, reading the answer off Chase's face. Once they were ready Archie began the countdown.
"On your bark,"
Chase gritted his paws.
"Get set…"
He positioned himself, eyes stern ahead.
He howled loudly."Go!"
Chase blitzed. He charged at the first obstacle, jumping over extremely slow beams, to which he did easily. After the three poles, there was a large circular semi-dark tube, and Chase ran through it, then after charging up a large block to leap down from, then landing on a square beam. Chase, with slight difficulty, was trying to keep his balance, and once he got near the end he leaped, reaching to the next obstacle. There was a plank, and Chase, smarter with his balance, passed it without tripping. Seven cones were lined up systematically, and Chase, for a brief moment, didn't know what he had to do with it. However, when Archie shouted he had to run in-between them without touching them, Chase nodded and went through them (despite almost knocking down two). Finally, the pup ran to the last part, which was a two beams he guessed was suppose to be the high ones. Glaring eyes, Chase leaped them both strongly, finally finishing the course.
"Time!"
Chase was panting. He needed to take a breather, but the adrenaline coursing through his veins urged him to see the time. He jogged to Archie, to which their eyes went to the timer. Both mimicked a bewildered expression.
The time stated 3:28.
"You've…beaten my score." Archie was speechless, his dog treat falling out of his mouth. Where he got it was a mystery. Yet suddenly, he reacted melodramatically. "Nah, I bet they made this easy! As if Archie the invincible would lose his top place."
Chase rolled his eyes. "Sure. Can't admit defeat?"
"I can. Sorta. No, not really." Archie chucked. "Gotta admit, I knew it when I saw you. I'm real impressed. You're incredible Junior!"
Chase was dumbstruck. It was weird to be complimented for something that was, well, not bad, or gang-related of any sort. No one really gave him compliments, because that wasn't the street dog thing to do. He didn't know what to feel to it, but maybe…he didn't have to think about it.
Archie grinned brightly, his tail happily swaying. "Wanna try again?"
Chase didn't have to answer, as his tail unconsciously began wagging with enthusiasm.
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After several times around the course, (even Archie joined in on the fun), they two went inside to eat lunch. Archie went off to retrieve food while Chase looked for a spot in the cafeteria. Maybe he was paranoid, but he hated the K-9 dogs or humans looking at him. He did not want another encounter like the first time. Hence, he opted for a spot in the back, away from view, and waited for the senior.
To be fair, that training course…was the greatest thing he ever did. He never did something like that before, and it was exhilarating. The adrenaline, the rush! It almost reminded him running around on the streets, but there was definite different between the two. Training on the obstacle course somehow felt lighter, not so heavily burdened. It wasn't a matter of getting caught or escaping, life or death. It was if like he could laugh and not have a care in the world.
Almost like if he was really a pup.
"Hi pup!" a voice suddenly boomed out, and Chase looked up, noticing a dog approaching him. He frowned. He really didn't want to talk to anyone. However, Archie did say to him before he left that if anyone came to him to try to be friendly, or at least speak in a neutral manner. And that meant no barking, growling, snarling or glaring.
This dog looked like a Hound, and the visitor smiled calmly. "Hi there again. Um, Chase right?"
He nodded slowly.
"Do you remember me?"
Chase looked at him blankly for a few moments before realizing it. "Ohh, you're that dog at the pound."
"Yup, the name's Squirt, I'm the head dog supervisor at the pound."
Now Chase already felt awkward. As much he wanted to growl the dog away, he remembered he was in a police academy. No violent outbursts here. He tried to remain neutral. "Um, sure."
"So what's a pup like yourself doing here? Visiting someone?"
"No," he said warily. "I'm here with Archie."
"Ah, yes! Officer Archie. Cool dog he is, isn't he? Always helping out."
Chase stayed quiet. This dog was too happy for his liking. But then again, he hanged around with Archie, so he had no reason to complain.
"So how's the pound so far Chase? Are you comfortable with the other pups?"
Chase nodded. "They're…nice."
"Ah, that's good. Glad you're enjoying it there. And the humans there, comfortable too? No more urge to bit them right?" he laughed.
He decided to ignore it that comment. "Yeah, I guess." Why was he asking these questions?
"I gotta say," he smiled genuinely. "This is quite a surprise to see you here. However, it's great you want to meet more humans and dogs, since you've decided to get adopted. The dogs I've meet here too live with humans so they can tell you-"
"What?"
The other dog recoiled a bit at the yelling, but he continued his rambling. "Um, yes, Chase. Officer Archie suggested it and considering your young age, you're the ideal pup a human could-"
He unexpectedly stopped, noticing the pup now staring angrily at him. He was positively seething with rage. "Archie said that?" he asked darkly, more so of a statement than a question.
"Y-Yes?" He gulped. How could a pup be so intimidating? And when did the mood suddenly turned grim?
"Hey, there you are." Squirt jumped in relief, glad to finally have someone entering to the conversation. But to his horror after realizing the scent and voice it was Archie. Oh no.
"Oh Squirt! Didn't know you'll be here." Archie put down the food. Chase wasted no time, turning sharply at Archie and growling lowly ever so viciously at him. However, Archie didn't look like he noticed.
Squirt was baffled. Did he not feel the darkening mood? Either he was and wanted to remain calm, or the latter: very naïve.
Almost if Archie read Squirt's thoughts, the K-9 dog turned to Chase, raising a brow at the uprising sight. "Something wrong Junior?"
Before, Chase would have gladly attacked, as in the gang if a dog provoked you, you can to draw out your fangs and brawl it out. He kept clenching his teeth, so close to exploding, paws in a ready position, but he instead glared harshly before storming off.
Squirt flinched – he was about to tell Archie what has occurred, but it seemed the K-9 member knew. He smiled reassuringly. 'scuse us." His paws scattered up to the pup, as Chase was currently heaving in anger from each step he took.
"Junior-"
"Don't even Archie." He was furious, furious that Archie was considering the idea of sending him away and become some dumb pet through adoption. Adoption! He had no right. How could he do that?!
But then again… why was he so mad about it?
It wasn't like he was gonna stay here. He's been moved to the pound where dogs could leave on their own accord. Since he was a pup, he couldn't leave without someone claiming him, but then again, he could always burst out from the place. He already figured a way out. He was fully healed too, so they had no reason to keep him.
But he was too angry to think about it logically. He turned sharply at the dog. "You have no right to decide that for me." He growled.
Archie stayed calm. "I thought it would be a good route for you."
"I don't care! I want to decide that. And no flipping way I'm gonna become some human's pet, to sit and do nothing."
"You get free food and sleep. How bad can that be?"
"It sounds pathetic! Like I'm some cat. And heck no way I want to be one."
"Aright, Junior… but then what do you want to do?"
Chase was stumped. What he wanted to do? What did he want to do? Before the decision was so easy, to get out of here and return to the gang. It was all so simple before, but now his thoughts were clouded and he couldn't see the path anymore. But really, if he returned…did he want to follow Boss again without second thought? To resume crime, brawling in pits, fighting for territory? It gave him a weird bitter feeling to think about it, as a few weeks ago that's exactly what he would be doing. And that was it. Rinse and repeat.
It sounded like a cage animal.
"Chase, I only considered what was best for you. But if you don't want to, I'll tell Squirt and let him know you ain't about the adoption gig."
Chase's hardened face began to falter, but his stern eyes stayed on the older dog.
"You promise?"
Archie nodded. "A K-9's promise."
He heard truth behind Archie's words. All tension in the pup's body began to fall and he huffed out a reply after several seconds. "Thanks."
"Woooah Junior," Archie's voice laced playful mocking. "Saying thank you and good morning to me now?" he wiggled his brows. "I thought I was the only one who liked to give surprises."
Chase's face flared. "I-I can what I want you know!"
"Oh, I believe that." Archie chuckled – his voice weaved with nothing but good-hearted teasing. Chase looked aghast, trying to formulate words in his mouth, but he only stood there with embarrassment. He eventually turned his face away.
"You're still not funny." Chase quietly grumbled.
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"Break boys!"
Lucky huffed out of breath, staring at his fellow cops who were equally tired. He turned to his right and saw Archie too out of breath, but it was only a moment before he suddenly stood up straight and flashed a grin at him.
Lucky felt like he already knew the answer. "Mini Pizza's?"
"Mini Pizza's."
Lucky sighed. He still followed him out though.
"I don't get it Archie. Why work out when right after you eat something counterproductive?"
"Luck, don't you see the beauty of pizza?" Archie urged happily. "There's no reason to not have pizza, no matter what time or day."
"Of course." He said dryly. They kept walking down the hall and Lucky's eyes suddenly remembered his earlier inquiry.
"So Arch, how are things with the pup? Did you him tell about the adoption yet?"
Archie pondered at the question. "No. He actually found out himself."
"Oh," Lucky cringed. "How he take it?"
"Not the smoothest turnout I gotta admit, but it's fine. I cleared it up with Chase."
"That's good." Lucky smiled. "So he's gonna stay with the adoption plan?"
"Nope."
"Huh?" he was surprised, but an idea hit him. "Ah, I see. So he's gonna leave on his own accord? You gonna sign him out then?"
He shook his head. Lucky was now confused.
"He does know he has to leave the pound within a two week frame unless he is transferred into adoption?"
"Here's the thing: I left that part out."
"What?" Luck stopped. "Why? He has only two options, and he's gotta make one soon."
"There's a third Luck, and… I think he might like it."
"And what's that?" Lucky said in an almost mocking tone. However, as quick as those words came his eyes slowly widened in realization. "No, no, no, you're not thinking…?"
Archie smirked.
Lucky was horrified. "Are you crazy?!" several other dogs glanced at them and the Bloodhound, looking frazzled, gesture themselves to move into a private corner. He then whispered hoarsely, "Kay, I know you and your crazy ideas, but this is too much. Why in the world would you consider that pup becoming a student at the K-9 academy?"
"Because."
Lucky looked exasperated. "Because?!"
"Because I believe in him. He can make a difference. The Academy took a chance with us."
"But we weren't gang dogs!"
"Makes no difference to me." Archie said lightly, yet his tone was stern and unwavering. "And don't say his breed is a problem. He's the ideal type."
"Isn't he too young?!"
"He can take the Pup K-9 course, that new one that came out when we were in the academy. Heard the pups in the course learn some amazing things, and if he takes it, he'll be ahead of the game, even surpassing level three in-training dogs."
"The pup program is extremely hard to get into though! Why do you think there's not a lot of them in it?"
"Clearly you haven't seen him in action Luck. Saw him go through the obstacle course, and damn he was amazing."
"B-But that pup–!"
"Chase." Archie corrected, almost curtly. "He has a name."
"Uh, Chase is… just gonna have a hard time here. And about the K-9 department? Will Chief Winston approve this? What if he doesn't and denies the pup-uh, I mean, Chase's entry? I know he was cleared but still…he was still associated with those attacks."
"Then I'll train him."
"And I'm sure you believe he's changing as you said he was and - wait what?"
"Train Chase. I'm capable. I can do personal training for him. Prove it to Chief he can do it."
"But you're not qualified to be a trainer!"
"Then I'll become one. No biggie."
"No biggie?! You need to go through another training process, have to enter specialized classes, and that can take several months! Heck, you're not even a senior officer yet!"
"Yet, Luck. The K-9 Expo is coming up soon, and I qualify for senior officer. Just need to pass and I can officially help Serg with the training pups. And it's not like I don't help the old dog already. I can totally do this. And while that happens, Junior could stay with me. Or at the pound. Maybe even with Simon. Where ever he feels comfortable."
"Are you even listening to yourself Archie?!"
"I am, but clearly you aren't."
Luck was at his breaking point. "For once listen to me!"
"Why you so against this?" For once Archie seemed frustrated, his blue eyes knitting sharply. "Is it wrong of me to help?"
"No! But this is getting ridiculous. Just help with adoption a-and be done with that."
"So pretty much hurry and give up on him?"
"No, not at all-"
"Would you like it if I told you that at the Academy? Just forget about being a police officer?"
"Archie-"
"Remember when we were young? Early days of training? You told me in our dorm that you were afraid they were gonna fail you, kick you out because you kept failing all the physical courses. And the trainers, both human and dog, kept warning you about your current standing in the school. And I remember, you cried about it. You wanted to leave! Return to the pound where we lived and forget about your dream. But dammit Luck we both knew it wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to be those police dogs we saw on the tv, to be strong, smart, fearless, helpful. Wasn't it why we left?"
Lucky didn't say anything.
"Even though you cried about it, you trained hard, and bam, passed your courses with flying colours. Remember how proud you felt when you told me? Heck you were so happy you danced at the ceremony."
"…I did, didn't I?"
Archie chuckled. "You did, standing on your hind legs like a human."
Another huge sigh left the Hound's muzzle, his eyes looking still uncertain.
"You really want to help this Chase out, don't you?"
Archie's face stayed firm. "I didn't give up on you. And I sure ain't stopping now with Junior."
Luck only had to blink. Had his friend really thought about all this?
His only reaction was to shake his head, but a small smile was resting on his face. "You're crazy Archie. Really really crazy."
Archie shrugged with a crocked grin.
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To be fair, Chase really loved the obstacle. It was slowly become a routine thing they did, twice a week when Archie was off-duty for longer periods of time. His work was getting hectic, as he told the pup, but it was more so about human related incidents opposed to dog ones. It relieved Chase at the thought. He didn't want to think about them doing something too bold. He figured the gang would try to lay it low for a bit, especially after that attack on that human lady with her Chihuahua. If Boss was smart, (and he clearly he was) he would avoid the extravagant plans and make deal of what they had.
"Junior?" Chase looked up, seeing Archie staring at him. "Lost ya there. You okay?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm okay." He nodded his head, resuming his walk with Archie downstairs to the outdoor obstacle course. He shock the thoughts away. He didn't want to think about it right now. It would only make him feel guilty.
Once they headed outside, Chase immediately noticed something different about the pup obstacle course, and to that he stiffened at the sight.
There were other pups on it.
"Alright pups!" A rather broad and large dog barked out, an Akita. He wore a green hat and a green vest, almost if mirroring the attitude of the military. "Short break! Return within ten minutes!"
A chorus of pups agreeing belled out, and they dispersed from the course in a large group. However, as they began walking away, one turned to the two German Shepherds, and the pup's eyes brightened in glee.
"Officer Archie! You're here?!"
Immediately all the pups look to where their member was looking, and they all howled our happily and began charging to the police dog in a chaotic fashion.
"Office Archie!"
He winked. "Hey pups. What's happening?"
All of them surrounded him, excited and licking his face. Chase just simply stared in astonishment at the sidelines.
"We just finished the first round of sprinting Archie sir!"
"Yeah," a pup was huffing out, with his tongue sticking out. "It was really hard, Serg timed us!"
"But of course I won." Another pup proudly declared.
"No you didn't!" the third pup yelled. "You were second! I won!"
"No you didn't!"
"Yes I did!"
"Waa, I'm gonna tell on you! You're lying!"
"I'm not!"
"Are to!"
Archie chuckled, trying to calm them down. "I'm pretty sure you all did a wicked good job."
That for sure jerked the puppies from their arguing. "Thank you sir!" They all beamed in pride.
"Ah pups," Archie looked back, "This is my friend Chase. He's thinking of joining the K-9 Academy."
Chase wanted to immediately deny that, mouth wide in disbelief, but like a tidal wave the pups encircled him, looking eager and beyond thrilled.
"Nice to meet you Chase!"
"So where did you come from?!"
"Join the school Chase! It's super fun!"
"We could be police partners!"
"Hey, you're our age! You're totally ready for the course."
"Do you like puppy treats Chase?! We sure do!"
Chase was dumbfounded. He never…interacted with dogs his age before. What did pups his age do? He presumed none of them were part of a gang or viciously attacked someone. He felt himself sweating from anxiety.
"Now pups, don't hammer him with so much questions." An amused expression stayed on his face. "Remember with Officer Lucky?"
All of them laughed. "Officer Lucky is silly thought sir!" One responded, and then he pointed to Chase. "He seems calm. Like a police pup!"
Chase blinked at that mention. Like a police pup?
"Pups!" Serg called out strongly. "We're moving inside for lessons! Liiinnnne Up!"
"Yes sir!" They all chirped in reply, and with a happy smile: "Bye Archie!" and in a scrambled group they began running off.
Archie grinned, laughing a bit. "Bye pups."
The two German Shepherds saw the pups reach their teacher, all straightened out, and it was strange how they suddenly changed from laughing and goofy to semi-serious and stern. With a light jog they all headed inside, and their wagging eager tails soon disappeared from sight.
"You should hang with them." Archie suddenly suggested, still watching the spot where the rambunctious group once was. "They're good pups."
Chase shrugged.
"Why? Too much for you?"
"No, I just-"
"What's wrong Junior?"
"I just, uh don't," Gosh this was so embarrassing to admit. Chase rather would not say it, but darn there was no way to get out of it. He felt his voice getting weaker.
"Just what do…pups…" he cringed at the next word. "Do?"
Chase expected a laugh. Or even a joke about it. It was typical of Archie to do those things.
"This!" he tapped Chase on the back and quickly jumped away, his stance ready to run, and his tag was wagging with a tongue panting.
Chase was confused. "Why did you tap me?"
"It's tag." Archie's tail stopped wagging, and he pouted. "You never played before?"
Chase shock his head.
"Oh pup…you're missing the glory of chasing people around Chase! It's a game where that if you're the pup who's "it", you have to catch other pups and tag them in order to not be "it". You have to avoid being "it" as long as you can."
"Oh…" Chase seem to take it in. "So I just uh, chase you?"
"Got it Junior. Now, I know you're fast. So show me what you got." A light smirk skittered on his face, matched with a playful wink. "If you get me though."
Chase returned the look with confidence. And within moments he began running after him.
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A/N: Aw, now wasn't that sweet?! Guess Chase is finally getting interested in the work of a police pup. Can't wait to show you guys the outcome.
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