Sorry about not posing last saturday, i wanted too but, my chronic writer's block, had different ideas. But hey, at least you guys have a chapter this saturday, Enjoy.

Chase's POV

"Marshall wake up, come on", i begged, shaking my dally. He only laid there, lifeless, except for the small rise and fall of his chest, his uneven rattling breaths. I could hear the rattling, like a maraca, in Marshall's chest, with my over sensitive ears. It hurts to see him like this once again, what happened, the doctors said that he would be fine. I'll never trust doctors again. Then my collar lit up and emitted a beep.

"Hey Chase, how Marshall doing?" Ryder sounded worried, as he called me through the pup tag.

"I don't know, Ryder, get up here please.", i begged.

"Don't worry Chase, Katie is just grabbing her 'go' bag, and we'll be up there in a couple of minutes.", Ryder stressed as he cut off the call.

Marshall's breathing has gotten clearer, but he's still asleep. That's one good thing that's happened today, but what could've caused this, i mean his breathing was perfectly fine, this morning. This morning. Why did i leave, why didn't i just say that i love him, and i have loved him ever since i met him. What kinda lover am i, letting him get hurt. I'm supposed to protect him not let him die.

I lay down next to him, nose to nose, his warm hot ragged breath blowing onto my nose. The sound of wheezing and whistling fills my ears. A dog with black spots and white fur, blue eyes, and big floppy ears, fills my view. The ground seems to float away, leaving only Marshall, perfectly still, perfectly perfect. I feel my heart beat rise, and my blood pulse. My mind is full of nothing else except the dalmatian in front of me, all the memories, of me and him.

The first time I met him in that fire, he saved ny stubborn butt. Then at the hospital, when I visited his room, and he decided that he wanted to join the team. I didn't know it at the time but that choice would forever change my life, for the better. But Marshall doesn't remember any of this ever since the accident, but I do and I'll make him remember if its it's the last thing I do.

"Hey, Chase how's he doing? What happened?" Ryder's voice pulled me out of my trance, bringing me back to the real world.

"I don't know, i-i just found him in his pup house, h-he wasn't breathing…",I sobbed. Katie rushed to Marshall's side with a bag, Ryder rushed to mine, throwing his arms around me.

"Shhhh, Chase, Marshall will be okay, Katie is here. Shhhh", Ryder petted me; wow, i'm a shriveling mess, and all it takes is one lousy dally. At least he's my lousy dalmation.

"Chase, i know how much he means to you.", Ryder comforted me.

"How?", i looked up at him eyes stinging, throat tight.

"It's obvious, the way you look at him, you hang out with him all the time." Ryder chuckled, still holding me.

"It was that obvious?", I asked embarrassed. The other pups who were hanging back, giggled from my embarrassment.

"Yeah way too obvious." Ryder giggled.

"Hey don't tell him, please." i pleaded.

"Our lips are sealed, right pups?" Ryder promised, Rubble, Zuma, and Rocky, nodded.

"Hey Katie how is he?" Ryder asked, katie who has been checking out Marshall ever since she got here.

"He'll be fine, he just inhaled something, it really messed up his, already messed up, lungs." Katie reported her finding.

"He inhaled something …hmm, Chase where did you say you found Marshall?" Ryder inquired.

"I found him in his pup house." I said. Ryder headed over to the red and white pup house.

"Hmm, hey Rocky can you get your pup pack for me." Ryder requested.

"Yeah sure" Rocky ran off towards the front doors of the tower.

"What are you doing?" Rubble took the words right out of my mouth.

"I am going to check the air filter, it may have broken, me and Rocky have been meaning to upgrade it."

"Here you are, Ryder", Rocky trotted out of the tower donning his green pup-pack.

"Wrench", Rocky barked, a robotic arm holding a wrench popped out of Rocky's pup-pack. Ryder took the wrench and within seconds the air vent cover was off. Reaving a filter, covered in dust and holes, indicating the filter failed.

"That's not supposed to happen." Rocky exclaimed, shocked at the state of the filter.

"You're right, Rocky." Ryder agreed, confused, at the state of the filter.

"But what about Marshall?" i asked, "What should we do?"

"Well for starters he should probably be put back in bed, not his own bed, at least not until the filter is replaced. Maybe in the lookout, there would be alot of fresh air there. Also he can't do anything too physical, any overexertion could cause his airways to close up, suffocating him. So that means NO playing or missions, at least until his lungs clear up. Which should only take two days at most." Katie instructed, "I'll come up here tomorrow and make sure he's doing alright."

"Thank you." Ryder said as he bent down to pick up Marshall, to move him into the lookout. "It's time for beds pup's, it's late.". As the other pups wandered off to their houses, i followed Ryder into the lookout.

"Ryde-" I didn't even get to finish my question as Ryder cut me off.

"Yes, you can stay with him."

"Thank you." i whispered. As he softly layed down Marshall on the floor.

"Night, Chase."

"G'night." i replied, Ryder went around turning off all the lights before he went to bed, in one of the upper floors of the tower. We were on the first floor curled up next to each other. Marshall's breathing sounds much better now, it's almost like he's just asleep, he probably doesn't even know he almost died.

?'s POV

Haha, they think it was the filter, and not me. That's their mistake, they will pay severely. Oh how it feels to play the bad guy. Next time Chase won't be soo lucky, just maybe next time will be the last time. Next time i won't mess up.

Tonight Marshall has Chase looking out for him, but Chase can't stay there, by Marshalls side, for the rest of their miserable lives. And when Chase isn't there, i'll be there, oh i'll be there, by Marshall's side. Tonight the strong leader showed a different side, a softer side, a weak side, one that could be used.

Till next time...