AN: I was pretty excited to release this chapter, not as excited as I am to release the next two chapters. I figured It wouldn't hurt to upload another today. Hopefully I don't come to regret it lmfao.
While Chase and Marshall had a great night's sleep, Chase was met to a rude awakening. Early in the morning the fire station's alarms went off blaring. Chase yelped and jumped into the air, like a cat would. He looked around, his fur on edge and a confused look on the dog's face. Marshall rushed over to Chase's side, hearing his yelp. He was all fitted up in his gear, while his old gear was primarily red, his new gear contains accents of red and yellow, along with a few stripes of white. "Sorry Chase, looks like their's an emergency! It might just be a false alarm, happens all the time when Alex calls but we're heading out just in case! Sorry I can't hang out with you today, but I'll see you later!" Marshall smiled and waved away as he ran into his fire truck and sped off, followed by two larger actual human fire trucks following behind.
Chase groaned, still a bit dazed as he held his paws over his ears to stop the ringing. Chase wiped his eyes and looked down, ready to sleep in only to freeze. The letter was at his feet, the same one he had thrown away twice now, it came back. If that wasn't some omen, it was a big coincidence, literally with only a one in a million change of happening. Chase reached down and picked up the letter. A feeling of unease absorbed him as he took the letter. He groaned and would walk outside. He shoved the letter into his pup house before walking away from the station. Chase let out a groan, walking off towards the beach. He was famished, which made sense, the dog hadn't eaten anything yesterday, just a smoothie to drink. He wondered if he could catch a bite to eat from Mr. Porters. He found himself picking up the pace and actually running to the beach. Soon he could smell the scent of food, was it pancakes? Waffles? Either or, he wasn't interested in either. What he needed was a fresh bag of kibble. He wondered if he could ask Katie for some? Just then, Chase stopped in front of the beach. He spotted Rocky, standing at the docks. He wasn't doing much, rather, he was just standing there and glancing at the water from above. Chase glanced at the dog confused, but ended up making his way over to him. Rocky failed to notice Chase coming until he appeared right beside him, "Rocky?"
Rocky gasped, jumping up and nearly falling into the ocean, but he was able to catch himself just before falling in. He hung on at the pier's edge, sending Chase a begging look. Chase gasped and helped Rocky up before he fell to his watery tomb. Rocky let out a sigh of relief upon being pulled up onto the dock, before glancing at Chase. "H-Hey Chase, what's up?" Rocky asked, sitting up straight to face him.
"S-Sorry about scaring you, Rocky. I saw you looking at the water and I was wondering what you were up to. I guess you could say I almost scared you to death," Chase chuckled, looking away nervously. Rocky scoffed, rolling his eyes before turning back to the water.
"Yeah, sorry. It's something I realized I started doing alot more often, I don't have a clue why though. I mean, I almost got a taste of a wet, salty and cold bath..." Rocky shivered at the thought, and turned to Chase. "Wait, why're you here? Weren't you hanging out with Marshall?"
"Fire emergency, he can't hang out today, so I guess I'm looking for someone to hang around today." Rocky laughed, and walked up to Chase, wrapping a paw around him.
"Well we can hang out today then. We need to catch up on lost time y'know." Rocky smirked, getting of the shepherd. "We can hang out for awhile before I head back to the power plant! C'mon, let's head to The Lookout!"
This ended up surprisingly the shepherd, the mention of the Lookout Tower. "The Lookout? But, it's abandoned..? A-And it's not the place it used to be..." Chase pointed out, before flinching as Rocky pawed at his face, shutting him up.
"Oh sweet, naive, little Chase. You act as if I haven't already thought about all of that," Rocky shook his head, a smug grin on his face, a completely new trait Chase hasn't seen much of if not ever before. Rocky smirked and led chase off towards the Lookout tower.
Rocky and Chase had made it up to the abandoned tower. Upon walking up to the automatic sliding doors, they wouldn't automatically slide open, go figure. Rocky was already by passing this little problem, simply by prying the door open thanks to one of his tools. With that done the pups were able to simply walk into the tower. Chase pawed at his face, "I should've thought of that..." He seemed to forget about the last time this happened, back on his birthday, which they had to pry the doors open then as well.
However, since they walked in, the interior didn't look any better. As Chase had seen before, there lacked any quality about the place. Graffiti spray painted along the walls, pointless tagging in Chase's mind, along with an overgrowth of vines and plants, the glass that surrounded the elevator was shattered as well, the broken shards of glass scattered across the ground around the center of the room. Rocky would seamlessly sweep the glass aside just to make it to the elevator. Chase whimpered, but followed Rocky to the pedestal. He wondered if the elevator even worked anymore. Though assuming it worked on electricity that would probably be the opposite. However, what he hadn't expected to happen would be Rocky barking into the ground, and the elevator suddenly rising up. Although the process was slow, the lift was actually going up, much to his disbelief. He gasped, claws digging into the elevator as they went up, slowly. "Whoa, the elevator still works?!" Chase asked in surprise, turning to Rocky for confirmation.
"Yeah, it took alot of time to fix it up, but I managed. I'm not a mechanic for nothing, Chase," Rocky smirked.
"I thought you were just an eco pup," Chase scoffed in response.
"Well they're in the same ball park I guess," that was utterly wrong, "I just thought I'd pick up some new hobbies since the team disbanded, I guess it came in handy. Of course we could always climb up the slide, but too many times has that resulted in someone getting hurt on the way down since they would just land on the solid pavement." Rocky chuckled nervously, reminded of a certain fire pup who landed on his rear more than enough times to say climbing up the slide was dangerous, but of course the fire pup would always shout his condition after crashing, pain was relatively scarce with Marshall.
Chase chuckled, "s-so, are you the only pup that knows about this..?" Chase asked, the elevator making it up to the PAW Patrol badge half way up the tower, in which their view was cut off from Adventure Bay.
"Oh please, I wish, this would've been a perfect spot to rest and relax on my days off had I been the only one who knew about it," Rocky snickered before turning to Chase. "But actually, all of the other pups know too. We decided to keep it a secret from everyone else, this would be our getaway from it all. Only us pups," Rocky smiled towards Chase, "and that includes you too, buddy!" Rocky smirked, nudging the larger pup. Chase found himself blushing gently in response to this. He was obviously nervous about the whole thing, but was reassured by Rocky.
Eventually the elevator made it up to the top floor of the Lookout, and Chase gasped as he observed the new floor. In comparison to the lobby, this floor looked so much better, maybe even better than five years ago. It was spotless and clean, kibble and treat dispensers lined the back wall, the beanbags Chase assumed someone stole from the lobby were brought all the way up here, scattered around in a circle, and much to his surprise the pups weren't alone. Accompanying them was Rubble, Tracker and Skye, who all sat on their respective bean bags, yellow, camo and pink in order.
Rubble was the first to spot Chase and Rocky. "Oh, the big dogs are back!" Rubble chuckled as he jumped off his bag and ran over to Chase and Rocky. Tracker spotted them and waved them over, while Skye remained relatively quiet, turned away from the two pups.
Rocky chuckled, watching Rubble run around. Rubble was definitely alot more energetic, and peaceful, while Tracker was a bit more lax and calm. Rocky led Chase towards the circle of bean bag chairs, flopping on top of his green one. Chase looked around, his usual dark blue beanbag was nowhere to be seen within the circle, 3 other open bean bags remained, that being Everest's, Zuma's and Marshall's, althought Chase only knew where Marshall was the other pups were nowhere to be seen. "Hey, where's my old bean bag?" Chase asked, searching about. The pups looked away nervously.
"Its probably best you just take Marshall or Everest's bag for now," Rocky chuckled, rubbing the back of his head with a paw as he looked off. Chase glanced at him with a stern look, but knew he was in no authority to really complain. Maybe they lost it, or someone stole it and they didn't know the culprit? Chase ended up laying down on Marshall's bag, knowing even if the pup happened to come up the elevator, he wouldn't mind sharing the bean bag chair with him if that chance arose. He was placed between Rocky and Everest's empty chair. Chase felt himself sink into the bag, letting himself let out a relaxed sigh, he hadn't felt anything as soft as this to relax on in a while, they didn't exactly have any luxary things in the police precinct, the best he could be given was a bean bag chair three sizes too small, and by that it meant a regular old tossing bean bag. Chase nuzzled happily into the chair, before turning to the others who all stared at him, including Skye. He flinched, shrinking back into Marshall's chair, "w-what..?"
The pups began laughing, before Rocky spoke out, "I've never seen you actually look so relaxed. You're always so tense and stressed! Even Ryder considered taking you to therapy once because of it but we knew you would be too stubborn to go through with it! Looks like it just needed time," Rocky snickered, and Chase found himself blushing red. He only shrank back into the bag.
The pups all began to converse, and Chase slowly found himself conversing with them, only before jumping as his pup tag began to ring and chime. He excused himself, walking towards the back end of the room before accepting the call to whoever was attempting to communicate with him. "Hello? Chase speaking!"
"Chaaaaase~" A seductive voice came up from his pup tag. Chase froze, and rolled his eyes.
"Hello S-" Before Chase continued he spotted Tracker's ears in the corner, practically acting as a signal dish, he was listening to his call. Chase scoffed, "do you think you can give me a second?" Chase responded to the pup tag. He walked over to the safari rescue pup and grabbed him by his collar, lifting up the little chihuahua with ease before taking him back to the bean bag chairs and placing him down. He made his way outside onto the balcony, keeping a watchful eye on the door to make sure he wasn't listened into by unwanted pups. "Ok, talk to me-"
"Chase! When will you be coming back? I'm getting lonely here," the voice whined. Chase scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Since when do you care that I'm away for so long anyways? We could go months without seeing each other, y'know, it's only been a day now," Chase snickered.
"I can't have you running about in Adventure Bay with all your old friends or you'll forget about me entirely," the voice whined.
Chase scoffed, before laughing to himself. "Don't worry... I think I'll only be here for around a week. Then all the pups will go back to their lives, and I'll come back to Barkingburg... I just want to be with them for now, alright... I promise I won't forget about you Sweetie, but you need to keep your promise to me as well!" Chase spoke, a scoff followed.
"I know, I know. I've got to be a good pup. But if you're not back in a week I'll be stealing the crown again," Sweetie responded with a huff. Of course both Chase and Sweetie knew she practically didn't have the guts for it, not anymore anyways.
"Fine, you can hold me to that. Goodbye Sweetie, I guess I'll see you in a week." Chase hung up, only after Sweetie admitted wanting him to come back and- whoops, he hung up, guess he'll never know what she wanted him to do. Chase sighed before walking inside once more, and ofcourse to no one's surprise, the pups were all smirking at him.
"Oooooooooooh, Chase was talking to a girl?~" The males asked. Chase narrowed his eyes at Tracker, a death stare. Tracker only looked away, whistling to himself.
Rocky and Rubble began thrashing at Chase, shaking the poor dog up. "Well? Who was it!" Rubble asked.
"I-It was Sweetie! S-Stop shaking me before I puke..." Chase groaned, a bit nauseously. The three gasped.
"Dude you were talking with Sweetie? Since when are you in touch with her?" Rocky scoffed, nudging him.
"It's a long story, do you really want me to explain it..." Chase groaned, walking over to the bean bags and tossing himself onto one of them. The pups all circled around, sitting at their bean bags. Skye had taken off, presumably before he went back inside. They all anxiously glanced at the German, smiling and wagging their tails. Chase glared at all of them before scoffing. "Fine, fine, fine..." Chase scoffed.
The other pups cheered, and Rubble ran off to bring back a bowl of pup treats, it was story time and he knew he would need as much food as he could get before the story started. Tracker got nice and comfy on his bag, and Rocky got Chase a bowl of water, before eagerly awaiting. Chase scoffed nuzzling back into Marshall's chair and would start off.
AN: DunDunDun! Finished. Reviews are always nice, so if you read this, review or your kneecaps are mine. Lol. Also, Sorry for the smaller chapter, I promise to make up for it with the upcoming ones. Chao.