Alright, this chapter is published a day early, but oh well. Anyways, enjoy! Warning: mild gore.

"Then I'll just have to kill you both." The man said, getting his gun out. Sylvia heard Chase growl, but he didn't dare get to close after what the other dog had done to him. She gulped as the gun was getting loaded. "Now Dalmatian pup, I notice your an EMT. You can only save one of them, or you will die too." Sylvia watched as Marshall nodded quickly, looking sadly at Rubble and Sylvia. She wouldn't mind if he chose Rubble. After all, he did have a job and a town to take care of. Suddenly, the man pulled the trigger and a yelp rang out. Sylvia watched as Rubble held his bleeding paw. "Your turn..." the man said, pointing it at her. She closed her eyes, ready for the suffering to began. Ready for the pain. She was suddenly pushed back as another yelp rang through the air. She was flung back onto her back. She opened her eyes, seeing a dog in front of her, a couple feet away. She gasped at what she had saw, her father. He was bleeding out in the grass. Sylvia turned to Marshall, who was done wrapping a bandage for Rubble. He was staring in pain as he couldn't help the shepherd from bleeding out. There were sirens in the background, but she blocked out the noise. She ran to her father, tears forming in her eyes. She laid down next to him, examining his wound. It was a gunshot, right in his chest.

Tears fell from her face, "D-Dont go father!"

Her father lifted his head, barking between gasps, "Sweetie... I-I will be with B-Bella and Huck. Baby... don't c-cry. I'll a-always...be with you..." he took a gasp, and coughed up blood.

Sylvia howled, "No! Stop! No don't leave me alone! I can't stand it!" Sobs stopped her from talking more, and before she knew it, her father coughed up some more blood, and his head fell to the ground. Sylvia gasped, tears streaming down her face. She put her face in his fur. "I-I love you dad..." she barked, failing to control her sobs. Another family member gone. She heard the sirens come closer and then faintly go away as she continued to sob in her father's fur. She had thought it was herself fearing her father, but it was herself fearing losing a loved one. All the years she had laid in her bed lonely, wasn't out of being bored, it was out of fear of losing more loved ones. All those years for living alone, she'd never thought she would befriend her father who killed her mother. She didn't care anymore it he had killed her, he was all he had left.

Suddenly, she felt a paw shake her, "Sylvia, why not come inside?" She must've fallen asleep, as the moon was in the sky. She grumbled, and didn't budge.

"You're as stubborn as Chase!" she heard a laugh, but she wasn't in the mood. Couldn't they see that he was gone! They wouldn't understand! Their teammate is still alive. She slowly got up, tears still falling from her red eyes. "H-he's gone..."

"I-I know... I wish I would have saved him... I was just so, so scared. I'm sorry, Sylvia... this is my fault." She heard Marshall bark.

"No Marshall... it's... it's Piper's..." Sylvia said, sitting up slowly. Tears still fell from her red eyes, and for the first time she noticed, her father had died smiling. He died happy. There was a puddle of dried blood around him. She stared at his smile. He wouldn't have been a bad influence for the puppies. She wished that he was still alive so she wouldn't have to live alone like all those years ago. It wasn't her father she was afraid of, it was being alone. She sighed, taking one last look at her father and turning around to see Marshall.

"I ummm... found this album... of your father and mother... I'd thought you might want it... Your father's name wasn't Spirt... he told me before..." Marshall pushed a book towards her. It was a skinny book, but Sylvia took it in her mouth. She followed Marshall inside, and he got her ready on a bean bag. Once she curled up, she opened the album. Tears fell from her eyes as she saw pictures of her mother and father. She even saw some pictures of her brother, but their weren't many. She paused at one photo. It was of her mother and father taking a selfie at the top of a Ferris wheel. The bottom of the page was labeled, "Bella and Tucker" with a heart. They looked young in the photo. A tear fell onto the page. Sylvia looked up to see Marshall carefully putting the puppies on a bean bag.

"No, Marshall. Put them with me." She barked, sadness still rang her throat. Marshall nodded and carefully put them one the bean bag next to Sylvia. They rubbed against her stomach. Tears flew from her face and touched the top of their heads.

"Marshall... I know what their names are..."

The next morning...

Sylvia sighed, heaving herself up. She was still upset about her father, but she tried to think positive. Ryder called her to the command center, along with the other pups.

"I thank you all for coming Pups, and Ryder for calling this meeting. I have decided on names for these two twins. Their names are shortened names of both my parents in rememberence of them." She sighed, looking at the puppies, "These two golden retirver puppies will be known as Tuck and Ella." Once Sylvia had said both their names, they both opened their bright blue eyes wide.

And that's a wrap for this story! Now, I know the mighty twins are probably the same age to the paw patrol pups, but I decided to make them younger. I might do a story for them as well, but as of right now, it's not in the making. I really hoped you liked this story, and I had much fun writing it! I did have a way different way on how it would go in the beginning, but I like this version way better than before. I will see you in my next story!