Hey yall! I am sorry this is short. But I had to get something out since it was so highly demanded. I meant for this to be just a one shot but since you guys wanted more, and Gasket and Marshall are kinda growing on me, I thoguht I'd get on with a sequal. Hopefully, next chapter won't take long. Only time will tell, I guess. But I'm also really busy and it's a miracle I even got the time to write this at all. I do hope I have more personal time in the future to continue these projects. Hope you enjoy!

It was a bright sunny day in Adventure Bay. Marshall had a good nights sleep and stirred awake. He yawned and smacked his lips when he noticed something cold and wet touching his nose. His eyes opened and there, laying down in front of him outside his pup house with a big grin, was Gasket, watching him sleep.

"Mourning, Marshy."

"Blahh!" Marshall quickly backpedaled and hit his head on his roof of his house. "Ow…" Marshall felt the back of his head and checked for blood.

Gasket giggled, clearly amused. "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Marshall finished checking his paw and turned his attention back to her. "I thought you were staying at Katie's."

Gasket shrugged, "I was, but I decided to come by on my own. Need to do my morning checkups with my bike…" She gave as charming a smirk she could as she turned to leave, "Want to join me?"

Marshall was about as awake as he could be now, thanks to her unwarranted wakeup call. In fact, he was earlier than the rest of the pups. That would be new. If any pup was up this early it was Chace or Skye. Then Chase would wake Skye up, or Skye would wake up Zuma for their morning workouts, and the rest of the pups would see them at breakfast.

"I suppose. I don't know if I can be any help though," Marshall said as he stretched and left the warmth of his pumphouse. "Rocky would be a better pup to ask."

Gasket sputtered, "I don't need a mechanic. I can do this one my own. But hey, why not learn something knew when you have the chance?"

Marshall shrugged and returned a smile. "I can't argue with that." Gasket reached her bike and sniffed around it. Marshall watched her for a second before asking, "Looking for gas leaks?"

Gasket's smile only got bigger. "Very clever, Spots. That's exactly what I'm looking for. I check my bike for just about anything that could go wrong before I go for rides. Safety first."

The fact she understood that word made Marshall's mood improve. He was happy to help anyone who prioritized safety. "Well, I can definitely help with that." Marshall began sniffing around the bike. "Hmm… I think we have one right here…"

"That's not right, I tightened it yesterday," She retorted looking back where he pointed.

"Maybe Rocky should take a look. He might know what's going on," Marshall advised.

Again, Gasket dismissed the advice. "Nonsense. I know how my own bike works…" Gasket looked at it and gave a whiff. "Whew, yeah…okay. That is leaking. It's probably why my bike's been guzzling the stuff like a camel. Wrench!" She barked out the tool and began tightening. "I think the… rubber seal broke."

Marshall looked closer. He sniffed the engine again and looked at it. "Is this a diesel engine?"

Gasket smirked. She finished tightening the pipe and barked out some tape. "That's right. I built her myself, you know."

Marshall sat down and looked the bike over again. "Rocky would be proud. There's a lot of reused parts here."

"Yeah well… I didn't have a lot of stuff to work with, okay?" She said looking her bike over again.

"I meant that in a good way," Marshall said shaking his paws defensively, "This is really impressive, Gasket. I have to be honest. You didn't look like the kind that does a lot of creating. I was wrong about you."

Gasket looked over her bike and smirked. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Spots. Not unless… you get to know me."

Marshall shrugged and propped himself up on her bike. "So?"

Gasket's tail wagged. "So what?" She continued to work. She had to pretend this wasn't exciting.

"Well, you obviously learned how to build a bike. How did you learn? And where?"

Gasket backed up and wiped her head. "Whew. I learned a while back taking engines apart in a junk yard. That's where the Ruff Ruff Pack came from. We lived there pretty comfortably for a while."

"You grew up together?" Marshall asked tilting his head. "Then why leave? They're family, not just your friends, aren't they?"

"Well, that's the thing," Gasket shrugged, returning to work. "Sometimes you… grow up and…things change. I was tired of Hubcap not giving me any respect. You can only take so much of that, Spots. What if Ryder didn't appreciate you?"

Marshall looked down and began to understand. "I'm sorry, Gasket. I didn't know."

Gasket sighed to herself and smiled softly. How he made her feel this way was beyond her, but she loved every bit of it. "What are you sorry for? You're not Hubcap."

Gasket made her way to the other side of the bike, Marshall moving briefly out of her way. "What about the other pup? What was his name?"

Gasket scoffed. "That'd Dwayne. He's okay. But he grew closer to Hubcap than to me. While he and Hubcap were messing around in the junk I was doing something productive with motors and pipes. Collecting parts, putting things together. You'd be amazed of the good stuff people throw away just because one part of the engine isn't working. It didn't take me long to figure out what I could save."

Marshall chuckled. "You and Rocky would definitely get along."

Gasket sighed and looked back at him, annoyed. "What is it with you talking about Rocky all the time? Who the heck is Rocky?"

"He's our recycling pup. The grey one. Remember? He likes making stuff out of junk. I think he likes the rough-around-the-edges look. You know, post apocalypse? Stuff like that."

Gasket scoffed again. "Yeah, whatever."

Marshall returned to the topic, "So you really don't regret leaving them?"

"Hah!" Gasket huffed in reply. "Hubcap can take his leadership and shove it up his exhaust pipe. As for Dwayne, he's his own pup. If he wanted to come with me, he'd have been fine. But he chose to stay with Hubcap. So fine, I don't care. But I'm going my own way…" She looked back. "Maybe you'd like to ride off with me. We won't be gone long. Just enough to get the sleep from our eyes. It's better than a caffeine rush any day."

Marshall scratched his head. "I don't think so, Gasket. I don't want to wake everyone up this early with the sound of a bike. We can do it later, though. Maybe around noon."

Gasket didn't care. Now or later, she just wanted that ride. And so long as he was promising she'd get it, she was all for the wait. "Alright, Spots. It's a date." She winked and bumped into him as she passed him. "The old girls ready when you are. She might need an engine test before we go, but… otherwise. She's as crouched as a panther in the jungle."

Marshall chuckled nervously. "I hope she sounds like one too. I know you like a loud engine and all, but the town and farm animals aren't so enthusiastic about it."

"Yeah yeah," Gasket rolled her eyes. "Hey…"

"Hmm?"

Gasket took a deep breath. "Thanks for the help… And thanks for asking about the boys and me. I think I needed to hear myself justify leaving. A part of me really believed it was the right choice but… I think I know for sure it is now. It was great while it lasted. But times change and so do pups. So yeah… thanks for asking."

Marshall smiled. "There are plenty of opportunities, Gasket. Don't feel bad if a good one goes wrong." He put a paw on her back. "But don't forget to make new friends along the way."

Gasket smiled. "You make it really hard to…"

"Eh hem." Gasket looked up and Skye was deadpanning at her, Zuma to her right looking back and forth at her, Gasket, and Marshall.

Marshall grinned, oblivious of Skye's mood. "Morning Skye. I was helping Gasket with her bike today. How was your workout with Zuma?"

Skye's face lightened up. "We had a few races. So far, Zuma's got me beat… little legs." Zuma grinned proudly and sat up straight. "But… I'll get there."

"You know you might run faster if you tie your ears back," Gasket said with a sly grin.

Skye didn't look amused. "Charming... Marshall, Zuma, I'll meet you at breakfast. You two better wash up."

"Yeah, I got diesel on my paws," Marshall agreed.

"Later dudettes," Zuma saluted as he followed Marshall.

Skye smiled while Marshall left then turned serious again looking at Gasket. "I see you at least took my advice to heart."

Gasket grunted. "Yeah, you could say that. It was only because of the stupid excuse of a husky was around that I acted dumb. She had her turn, now it's mine."

"You want to talk trash, say it in front of her. But don't talk bad about her in front of me!" Skye scolded with a glare. She eased up and took on a more sympathetic one. "Gasket, I'm not asking you to back off. I'm asking you to ease up. Marshall isn't used to girls…liking him. This doesn't have to be a competition, just be his friend!"

"Ugh, please." Gasket rolled her eyes.

"What?"

"You don't think I don't know what's going on?" Gasket asked frustratedly.

Skye sighed. "There's nothing going on, Gasket, me and Marshall are…"

"I'm not talking about you and Marshall," Gasket snapped quietly. "I know your trying to help her. You want… what's her name? Everest to win this competition. Well guess what? I'm not falling for it. You want me to be his friend? Fine! I'll be his friend. But sooner or later, he'll have to pick. And until he does, I'm going to make it a no-brainer for him." Gasket smirked, proud of herself having shut down the small pup who had barked her into submission the night before. But little did she know she had stirred up the hornets' nest.

Skye took a deep breath and exhaled a long sigh. She wasn't shocked one bit. No, in fact she expected this. "I can't stop you, Gasket… I just hope that the tight grip you're holding him under doesn't make him slip out of your paws. Let me make it clear again… Don't scare Marshall from one of the best things that could happen to him."

Gasket was still intimidated by those short evil puppy eyes glaring her down. How Skye did it, she had no idea. But she did know one thing. She needed to stop talking down to the cockapoo.

Skye leaned back and put on a more friendly face. "By the way, you'll be happy to hear that Everest couldn't make it today. Play your little game and get your 'turn' out of the way. But tomorrow, Marshall owes Everest his time. You won't be there. deal?"

Gasket growled and looked away, thinking about the pros and cons. She le tout a sigh, having reached a conclusion, then faced Skye. "Okay, short stack. We'll do this your way. Since your apparently his guardian or something, I'll get your 'permission' for every stupid day I want to do something with him. But you can't let that scamp anywhere near us, got it? When he's mine. He's mine."

"He doesn't belong to anyone, Gasket," Skye retorted. After she felt her point was made she calmed down again. "But I will respect the deal and make sure you and Everest get a fair amount of time. I'll stay impartial for Marshall's sake. But I'd better not catch you and Everest rubbing elbows like last night. Got it?"

Gasket rolled her eyes. "Fine! Can we eat now?"

Skye looked over and saw the other pups already getting their breakfast. Skye sighed. "Yes."

Gasket was relived that she was finally done with the moody pup. She was happier that she didn't have to deal with that pesky husky Everest too. A whole day with Marshall all to herself. She was going to enjoy this. And when she finished, she'd rub it in Everest's stupid face. Gasket stared at Marshall with a big grin and licked her lips. "Your going to be allll mine, Spots."