AN: I actually had this ready a few days ago but I was on a small weekend break so I couldn't publish it. Now I can.

Disclaimer: I do now own Paw Patrol.

Skye wasn't sure what she was expecting when the dark wolf performed what she could only assume was a magical spell. Unlike Chase, Skye believed in the concept of magic having experienced it when she turned into a merpup that one time with Zuma and Rocky. Of course, this felt much different. When she got the magical nose kiss, she felt like she was being washed over with warm glittery feelings of water and light. This felt like she was sinking into a bog of smoke and haze. When it all cleared up, Skye blinked and was surprised to find that she was in her old room of all places. Not her old room at the Lookout, but her old room back at her parents place.

"I'm...home?" Skye asked, getting up on all fours. Her room was the same as she left it before going to join Paw Patrol. Pink, full of stuffed animals, photos of her and family, and her large bed with sheets of white and red. Her large expensive mirror and TV were set up along entire closet full of top designer clothes. right beside her childhood play toys. It was like she last remembered it. "This...can't be real."

Skye never returned home after she left. Sent a few calls and letters, but never physically returned here. She continued to look around more until she heard voices coming from outside beyond her bedroom door. Those are...

"Mom? Dad?" Skye wondered out loud as she froze upon hearing them. How was she going to explain that she was suddenly here without warning? And when she sent a message about how she might not be coming back at all due to the risk of their efforts to find Everest?

However, whatever excuses going through her brain were trying to function out of her mouth were instantly lost when the first dog to go through her door was not her parents, but Skye herself. It was her, a few years younger, but it was definitely her and she looked angry. Her parents, also Cockapoos, followed her with worried and yet furious expressions. Suddenly, it hit Skye as to what this scenario was and she watched the scene play out in silence.

"I don't care what you say, Mom and Dad!" Other Skye shouted as she turned around to face her parents. "I'm not going to turn this down! I am going to join Ryder's Paw Patrol and be a rescue pup!"

"You will not be doing that, young lady!" Skye's Father shouted as his fur ruffled at the thought. He was a stout figure with his fur making it seem like he had a mustache on his face. His wife, Skye's Mother, was taller than your average cockapoo and looked thin yet beautiful. Her mother was once one of the top most beautiful dogs in her run as a fashion model, and even today she still held weight with her looks. "I was willing to indulge in your...hobby of flying because I thought it was a phase, but if you are going to give up everything you worked hard for-"

"I'm giving up everything you made me work hard for! I never had a choice with this!" Other Skye shouted as she growled before jumping onto her bed. "I hate fashion! I hate being a model! I'm not like my sisters! I can't stand it! The only reason I've done it is because you guys forced me to do it under the excuse that its a family tradition! Well, I don't want to do it anymore! I want to do something I want!"

"Sweetie, we're just doing what's best for you," Skye's Mother assured her but this only made Skye huff. "Skye, I know that your past performances haven't been the best, but you have the talent and the figure to go well beyond the normal average model. Just like your sisters. You want to be part of the family's legacy, don't you?"

"The legacy is fine without me, Mom," Other Skye argued as she rolled her eyes. "You have two other children who not only love the fashion industry but are better at it then I am. Why do I need to be part of it?"

"We're just thinking about your future," Skye's Father sighed.

"I want to choose my own future and I choose this!" Skye shouted in defiance.

"Well, tough luck, little lady!" Skye's Father yelled with a furious look on his face. "You are not going because Ryder said you needed our permission! And I refuse-"

Here it comes, Skye whimpered as she remembered what she did next.

"If you do not give me permission to train under Ryder," Other Skye growled before smirking. "I'll take a dive at the next show."

There was a long silence as Other Skye smirked upon seeing the shocked expressions on her parents. But for Skye herself there was only shame. Taking a dive was considered a huge taboo in the fashion modeling industry and doing so would spell not only the end of your career, but also hugely damage whatever company you were working for. The industry was cutthroat and her parents and their company had been at the top for years long before she was born. If she did it, they would be ruined and the competition would be like sharks smelling blood.

Back then, Skye thought it was the best way to get her parents to finally let her go and let her be free to pursue her own dreams in life. However, now Skye knew that she went too far in her actions. She all but made it clear she would hurt her family if it meant finally being free of them. And while Skye would never take back her decision to be a rescue pup, she hated that she went so far to do it and that one action led to the bad speaking terms she and her family were in.

"...You would go that far...just for this?" Skye's Mom asked, looking almost on the verge of tears.

"Yes! Because it's the only way to get it through your heads!" Skye shouted with fury. "Either you finally let me live my life or the next show I do I will take a dive and I'll keep doing it every time! I! Want! Out!"

Her parents looked at each other before sighing and Skye's Dad shook his head, growling and eyes full of disappointment. "Fine. It's clear you will not listen to reason. So go ahead. Chase this silly dream of yours. I doubt you'll last more than three months. But you disappoint me, Skye. You disappoint all of us."

"Like that's anything new," Skye muttered to herself as she turned around and laid on her bed. Her parents just looked at her with silence before leaving the room.

"...I'm sorry," Skye whispered as she closed her eyes. Tears began to spring up and she started to sob. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She never meant to be that hurtful towards her parents. She just wanted them to let her finally choose her own life for once! Rubbing her eyes, Skye looked at her younger self who seemed to be unsure if what she did was right before closing her eyes and resting her head on her pillow. "I'm not going to be back in three months. I'm never coming back here."

And that was true. Skye did better than expected and soon joined the Paw Patrol officially. She sent notice to her family, but their only reply was a simple "congratulations" and that was it. Save for saying "Merry Christmas" and "Happy Birthday" it took a full year for them to finally talking longer then a few sentences again, but nothing felt the same. There was still tension and sometimes fights. Skye always thought, at first, that it was because they were bitter that she won and proved them all wrong, but a part of her knew it was because of how they felt she chose strangers outside of her own flesh and blood.

I went too far to get out of there. I never meant to hurt them like that. I could have found another way, Skye thought with a whimper. Her friends knew she and her family didn't have the best relationship, but she never told them how far it went. While things might have gotten better over time, there was still that wall between them.

No matter how much Skye and her family talked, there was always that one moment that divided them and this was it. When she outright stated she would hurt her family to get what she wanted. In hindsight, it was a pretty childish and selfish thing to do. There was nothing wrong with wanting to get out there and chase a dream, but to go so far as to threaten your family's reputation and business just to get your way? That was what felt wrong to Skye.

And why she regretted it so much.

"I guess it makes sense that this is my worst memory," Skye said to herself. "I thought Marshall running away would be, but I guess since he turned out to be alive it's not as powerful as it once was."

A thought then occurred to Skye. Wait a minute. If the wolves are making us experience the worst memory of our lives. Then Chase...

She gasped in horror.

"His father..."

"D-Dad?" Chase whispered as he felt his eyes already getting teary. He wanted to deny what was in front of him, but he couldn't. He knew his father. Every inch of him from ears to tail and there was no doubt in his mind that Chase was looking at him eye to eye. He knew this was impossible. His father was gone. And yet logic didn't matter to Chase because he was seeing him once again. Something he had always wanted ever since his father was buried.

His father then gave that smile. That warm and yet proud smile that he always gave Chase. In an instant, Chase ran to him. He didn't care who or what this was. He wanted to hold his father again. To embrace his warm fur and get licked warmly by his tongue. "Daddy!"

It took Chase a moment to realize that it wasn't him saying that, but a voice that sounded like him. This made Chase nearly skid to halt but it was too late to stop himself from connecting with his dad. Only he didn't make contact with him at all. Chase gasped upon falling right through his father's body as if he was made of air. Chase nearly panicked until he rolled back to his four legs and saw someone else embracing his dad instead. Unlike him this pup had touched his father and was being hugged by him as the two happily laughed.

It took a moment to wonder why his dad was laughing and hugging this other pup instead of his son, only to see who it was that made him freeze up. "That's...me?!"

Not exactly him. But a younger version of him. A younger Chase who had yet to be a member of Paw Patrol. A Chase who had yet to lose his father.

"Ready for our fishing trip, kiddo?" Trigger said while ruffling up his head fur.

"Yeah! This is going to be great! You, me, Ryder, and The Professor all hanging out at the lake with grilled fish and sausages to eat! Not to mention there is that survival training you and the Professor promised to show me and Ryder!" Chase shouted with enthusiasm as he ran around his father with high energy.

"Settle down, son," Chase's Dad chuckled as he stopped his little boy. "We're not going to leave just yet. I just need to do my morning route before clocking out early."

It was then that Chase realized what the wolf meant by "worst memory" and he instantly went pale. "No...No.. Nononononono! Not this day! Any day but this day! I DON'T WANT TO SEE THIS DAY!"

This day would be the worst memory in Chase's life. The point in his life that changed everything.

The day his father died.

After Terra's little breakdown upon realizing that life existed beyond Earth, the trio hurried their way down the direction she had with the scent of the Nighteyes wolf. Whatever was Ryder's plan, he didn't tell them yet as they continued onward while keeping themselves on full alert. Terra couldn't help but be amazed that they discovered the weakness of the Nighteyes and wondered how much the forest would change if all the other packs knew of it. The weakness of the Nighteyes had always been a mystery and yet she, a dog, and a human, had discovered it not more than twenty minutes ago.

They've only been here for a short time, but Rocky and his friends have already changed the forest, Terra thought with inner wonder. Change was normally very slow in Wintergreen, with the biggest change coming from the Bloodmoon Star and their attempted conquest of the entire forest and all the wolf packs as well as the new half-breed heir to Icebane. But since arriving, the Paw Patrol had allied themselves with the Riverborn Wolves while saving their heir, they had also managed to thwart the Bloodmoon Star numerous times in their attempts to kill them, and finally they had discovered the weakness of the Nighteyes magic.

She only wondered what would happen in the next few days if this kept up.

Ever since she was taken in by the Bloodmoon Star pack after her old pack was taken over, Terra had been told over and over again that the humans were evil, dumb, and corrupt. That their slave dogs were morons and cannon folder who protected their ungrateful masters while treating them horribly.

Lies. All of it was lies.

Ryder loved his pups as if they were family, and they pups saw Ryder as their best friend, leader, and teacher. All of the pups were kind, sweet, and smart in their own ways. More importantly, they had true noble virtues of loyalty, duty, and teamwork. All things that a wolf pack had.

And they were a pack. Even if they weren't wolves. They had the spirit of one.

Terra was a part of it. She was now part of their pack, and two of their pack needed help.

The one golden rule of the wolves was to always protect the pack and Terra was going to live up to that rule. She was going to save Skye and Chase.

"Terra? Are we still good on the path?" Ryder asked from behind her.

"Yes, Alpha-Leader," Terra answered firmly. "It's getting stronger. We'll be there soon."

"Alpha-Leader?" Marshall asked which made Terra pause and blush. "Isn't that a wolf term?"

"Y-Yes, sorry!" Terra apologized, rubbing the back of her head. "I was thinking how much of a pack the Paw Patrol is and since Ryder is the leader I kinda just see him as the Alpha-Leader of the Pack."

"Huh, I like it," Ryder said as he knelt down and scratched Terra by the back of her ear. Immediately, Terra panted and shook with pleasure as she wondered just how the human was so good at making her feel so relaxed and energetic at the same time with his touch. "If you want to call me that's fine, Terra. I don't mind."

"R-Right, Alpha-Leader," Terra replied with a nod. "We should also come up with a plan on how we're going to engage the Nighteyes. We don't want to run into any more of their magical traps."

"Well, we know most of the magic of the Nighteyes is based on blood, right?" Ryder said as he rubbed his chin. "We should keep a lookout for any signs of blood or the smell of it."

"Terra and I can do that with our sniffers," Marshall said with a smile before frowning. "But how are we going to combat the wolves? Rocky's making those flamethrowers and we don't have the means to make fire?"

"Not necessary," Ryder said as he pulled down his backpack and pulled out two things: a lighter and spray can of deodorant if Terra remembered what it was called. Making the lighter light up, Ryder activated the spray can away from them and in an instant a burst of fire erupted which made the pups jump back in surprise. "The chemicals in my deodorant spray are flammable. With this lighter I can use it as a weapon. It's not a perfect means to defend ourselves, but it is better than nothing. Plus, I can use it to make some sticks on fire that you pups can use."

"I guess that's the best I can go with before Rocky and the others get here," Marshall said with a shrug. "I wonder how fast he can make those flame weapons?"

"...Rocky?"

"Yeah?"

"You're crazy."

"I know."

The others just nodded their head upon seeing what Rocky had made in the span of thirty minutes. Every one of their vehicles was decked out with some kind of fire based weapon and the pup packs even had flame based weapons too.

For Chase's police vehicles and his pup pack, he managed to use the net launchers to shoot out explosive flame based chemical grenades that acted as mild versions of white phosphorus but not as intense. Marshall's horses for both his fire truck and pup pack were now flamethrowers instead of water shooters. Skye's helicopter could drop down molotov cocktails with its open bottom hatch. Rubble's blade on his rig, as well as his shovel, had heat powered edges so hot that they could melt through wood like hot butter. Rocky's garbage shooter now could unleash flame engulfed cycled trash bombs and he added his own flamethrower to his pup pack. Finally, Zuma's hovercraft had miniature fire shooters around the floater that could spray in all directions making a ring of fire.

The last one he had demonstrated with Zuma crackling madly as he played with the contraption and sending flames up to ten feet. "I am the God of Hellfire! Let my embers scream!"

"Don't waste all the fuel, Zuma! There isn't a lot!" Rocky warned.

"How did you manage to come up with all this in such a short amount of time, dude?" Jake asked the mixed breed.

"Oh, I came up with this stuff like two years ago. I just never had the excuse to make them until now," Rocky said with a big smile.

"Why did you even think of needing to give us all flame based weapons in the first place?" Rubble asked.

Blushing, Rocky rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I kinda got pissed off that we had to save Chickaletta so many times one day and..."

"You were thinking about roasted chicken?"

"Yeah."

"...understandable," Rubble said with a nod. "Now all we have to do is wait for Ryder to give the signal and save Chase and Skye!"

"Meanwhile, we should tell Zuma to stop playing Hades before he burns the forest down," Jake warned.

"I shall purify the world's sins with the fires of justice!"

"Maybe we should."