Chapter 3

AN:I don't own Paw Patrol I just own the story and its characters please don't sue me. Thanks again to Cidthunder for editing and throwing idea's at my head. I'm figuring out a time schedule to update but education comes first, I'm in a cross road on an ideas so me and cid are working hard to get more chapters out faster so bare with us. Well enough of me on with the story.

It has been two weeks since Marshall's disappearance. The rest of the PAW Patrol members had been searching day and night for the dalmatian, but to no avail he was gone. Chase was sitting on the beach, after a day of searching. He remembers the night when he inadvertently killed his best friend. He remembers that he ran to the others and lied, saying Marshall fell off the cliff. He said that Marshall stumbled on a root that was sticking out of the ground, and fell. He told them that he tried to do everything to save Marshall. They believed him. And started to search for him immediately. He remembered their eyes after the third day of searching. They were empty. Full of sadness. Full of guilt. Full of failure.

Chase was having the worst of it. He regretted everything he said. He regretted everything he did to Marshall. Now, he just realized that what he said and did was beyond wrong. He was forced to stay awake and cry himself to sleep at night haunted by memories that would replay over and over and over again. He begged and prayed to whatever god there was to let Marshall be alive. He wanted Marshall to come back, so he could ask, no, beg for his forgiveness.

Chase was starting to cry again. He looked around where he was sitting and saw something red on the beach and walked over to it. He grabbed it with his teeth to find it was a red dog collar and tag with a flame. It was drenched, covered in sand and cracked slightly he stared it and realized it was Marshall's. He held it close to him, "I'm...I'm so sorry… Marshall... please... forgive me...I don't deserve it, but please... come back... please... come home..." Tears rushed down his face.

Time Lapse

Months had passed. The republic had been some of the happiest time of Marshall's life, and Tyler's, too. During that time, they had became friends. Doing almost everything together, hanging out, eating, having fun. They had grew, connected with each other and became close friends.

During that time, Marshall had lived in the King's palace, helping out with little things. It was around a certain time, where Marshall had started to feel like he was mooching off of the King and the Prince. Marshall had planned on leaving the palace. But after a lot of convincing from Angelo and Tyler mostly Tyler, he choose to stay, and after a long talk with Angelo he took up a job as the Prime Minister of the United Republic with extensive training of course. Marshall had a large room in the palace, and his own office was blended in within Tyler's which came with a nifty desk, cell phone, personal guards and a royal assistant.

No one was really working at this point, Marshall and King Ridley were now currently playing a game of "Pup Pup Boogie 2.0." They were dancing heavily, well, before the king slipped and fell on his face.

"God, that hurts." Angelo said getting up and saying good game to Marshall as he sat down on a velvety couch."It's getting kind of late. I would say it is about time to go to sleep. Tyler's probably already sleep or getting something to eat again." Angelo said. He got up and began to walk to the door when he ran into Tyler about to come in, " Oh, Tyler, hey we were just talking about you. I'm going to go to bed. I think Marshall's getting tired too, so I'll see you both in the morning." Angelo began to walk but was stopped again to his annoyance, when a palace guard told him there was to be a heavy thunderstorm scheduled for tonight which got Marshall's attention,

"Thunderstorm…? Like lightning and thunder?" he said with fear in his voice.

"Yes. Are you afraid of thunder?" Angelo said and on cue, a lightning bolt shortly followed by the sound of thunder shook the palace. Marshall jumped behind the couch whimpering in fear. Tyler came over behind the choch and was sad to see the dalmatian, a whimpering and shivering wreck.

"Marshall, there is nothing to fear here. You are safe and sound." Tyler said. He laid beside Marshall.

"I have always been afraid of the thunder. It was just better when I had Mr. Snuggles, he made it a little bit more bearable. but now he's gone still in adventure bay in my pup house. I miss him so much." Marshall said. He was starting to cry over losing his most treasured possession, only to be comforted by Tyler.

"Here…," Tyler said, "How about I go back to Adventure and get it back?"

"Really you would do that for me?" Marshall started to wipe away his tears.

"Absolutely. It may take sometime to get from here to there, by going by air, but it shouldn't take to long." Tyler got up and nodded to the King and walked out.

Tyler knew his mission and was moving to the palace landing pads on the roof, Marshall was currently heading back to his room to try and get some amount of sleep. Tyler made his way to the rooftop of the palace, and on standby was an A/C 604 Dragon VTOL. A man in a Republic army uniform ran over to Tyler, "Sir! Would you like any troops to accompany you?"

"No. This is nothing more than a simple recon and retrieval mission, in-and-out." The soldier nodded and ran back to his post. Tyler took some steps into the VTOL and fell in his seat, they were off.

Flight Time Laps

"We are nearing Adventure Bay! Is there any place you would like us to drop you off specifically sir?!" The pilot yelled, engines of the vtol humming louder than their voices.

"Yeah!" Tyler yelled, "Just anywhere that is low profile… on that beach, I will let you know when to come pick me back up!" The pilot nodded and took him to shoreline and dropped him off.

Tyler watched as the vtol took off into another direction. It was raining here also, a deluge too, the moon shining just as bright as it was in the Republic. He walked along the shoreline, the moon was glittering off the water.

He enjoyed the moon when it was like this big and full. He enjoyed the salty air. "This would be a nice place to live. Heh…" He thought to himself as he kept walking the shoreline and saw a German Shepherd sitting on the beach, not much younger than him it seemed. Not much younger than Marshall.

He walked up to the shepherd, " isn't it a little late, and wet to be standing out in the rain?" The German Shepherd jumped up to hear the wolf talk.

"Wh-Who are you where did you come from?" The German Shepherd started to growl.

"Just a tourist, I was just curious about the PAW Patrol Headquarters, I just want to take a picture before I make my trip back." He said calmly as he dug in a holstered bag and pulled out a camera, "You wouldn't happen to know where it is do you?"

"Oh…" The German Shepherd stood up and pointed towards a general direction over a bridge, "It's up there, but I don't think this would be the perfect time to take a picture…" The German Shepherd let out a dry laugh.

"Yeah," Tyler chuckled along, "I guess not." The German Shepherd sat back down on wet sand and continued to watch the silvery waves. "Is there something bothering you?" Tyler asks knowing full and well who this shepherd was.

"It's nothing." Said the German Shepherd in a quick harsh tone.

"Come on… something's obviously bothering you." Tyler took a seat next to German Shepherd on the shore feeling the sand on his rump, "I think it would be good to talk about."

"Why does a wolf like you care?!" The German Shepherd's tone grew harsher while he spoke through his teeth.

" Watch your tone just because I'm a wolf, does not mean, I don't have a heart." Tyler said making the shepherd swallow back his own words.

"It-it is-is-" The German Shepherd's voice started to crack. His tone no longer harsh, but one of melancholy, "My… my bestfriend…"

"Did you two have a fight?"

"Sa-something like that…" They both fell silent.

"What… was the fight about?" Tyler asked.

"It…" The German Shepherd took in a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh, "It was something really really stupid…"

"It must not be that stupid if you're here."

"Ye-yeah… It… it was over him… liking… other men…"

"He's gay?"

"Y-yeah. He… is… gay…"

"How is that a problem, if he is your best friend it shouldn't be that big of a deal."

"I KNOW!" The German Shepherd jumped up from the ground kicking wet sand, "I realize that! It was… it was just that everyone else hated the fact that he was! I didn't want to be judge like he was for advocating, I was so mean to him too for it!" Tears started to stain the damp sand, "I-I hurt him… I hurt him so much… and now he's gone… HE'S GONE NOW AND I DIDN'T EVEN GET A CHANCE TO SAY SORRY," The German Shepherd fell back down to the ground, shoving his head into the sunken sand.

"He doesn't-" Tyler was cut off by a scream of pain and sadness, breaking the sounds of the crashing waves, breaking thumps of a perfect heart. Only the sound of his screams were there. Tyler was starting to feel bad for him but then remembered what he did.

They sat on the shore for a little while longer, the German Shepherd, kept crying and Tyler,sat with him waiting for a chance to speak. "It's alright… you're okay… I'm sure he doesn't hate you." The German Shepherd kept crying. "It's okay... he doesn't hate you, I know he doesn't."

"How do you know!?" The German Shepherd yelled through his tears.

"I don't... but if he is your best friend he would have forgiven you."

"No...no he wouldn't… he hates me…" The German Shepherd had gone past his sadness and tears into depression which is what he disserved but Tyler wouldn't show it. He was just sitting there, and no more tears came out.

"Look," The German Shepherd started to sniff, "If he is your best friend… he'll understand if you tell… even if he is gone there might be a chance he's still alive. If you were his best friend, you shouldn't let that stop you from telling him you're sorry."

"Bu-But I don't know where he is…"

"That shouldn't stop you from searching." The German Shepherd,looked into the eyes of the wolf who clearly knew something he didn't. The sounds of crashing waves, filled the air. The German shepherd nodded, "Good." Tyler looked up, "it is getting late why don't you head back to your house and get some sleep, I'm planning on doing the same."

The German Shepherd shook his head, "N-no… I'm going to stay out here a little longer."

"Alright, just don't get a cold." With that Tyler walked off and made his way up to the lookout. Looking back once more at the shepherd and shaking his head" why did i make it harder to hate you" he thought as he continued walking.

Tyler took a look around the lookout, before making his way to a red pup house. He came in and saw it look like it was decently organized, posters and things up everywhere. He saw the bed neatly made and walked over to it. "I wonder where his teddy bear is…" He started to look around the room, but to no avail, he wasn't able to find the teddy bear. "I wonder where it could be..?"

Tyler shook his head and left the pup house. He started to walk around the other pup houses, and saw pup's asleep. Then he came over to a blue pup house and saw that it was empty " must be the shepherds" he thought. He decided to give it a check.

Once he made his way inside, he turned on a light. There was a teddy bear on the bed. Tyler walked over to it and picked it up, but something caught his eye that pissed him off. On the tag written on the bear "From: Chase To: Marshall".

"Chase… got him the teddy bear?" A sudden urge of rage overcame him. Tyler had sunk his fangs into the the tag of the bear, and slowly undone the stitching. He was growling but taking his time, anger and frustrating overtaking Tyler. He spit out the tag, and looked around to make sure no one was awake.

He pulled a letter from the bag he was carrying and placed it on the bed before placing the bear back inside the bag and making his way back to the secondary site where he would be picked up. He looked back at the letter and sighed.

Dear Chase,

I hope you're reading this and I hope suffer, for you what you did to Marshall. Marshall is very much alive and doing much better than he was befor you pushed him off a cliff, he hates you and the rest of your team with every ounce of his being. You personally deserve to suffer slowly and painfully. I want you to understand how you made Marshall feel, how you made him cry and beg for you to stop. After what you did to him, you deserve to die. No you deserve to live, knowing that your best friend hates you. And never will care for you the same way ever again. He's happy now with people that love him deeply and will continue to love him. Just wanted to let you know.

Love,

Tyler