PAW Patrol: Resurgence || Book One

(S2-C13) Conflicting Emotions

Chase and Skye were both sound asleep in their puphouse. Usually, the two would always have a calming and restless night together. After all, they enjoyed each other's company above anything else.

However, their rest-filled sleep was interrupted, when the door shot open, creating a loud thud. Skye yelped and jumped out of bed, not knowing what the source was. Now that he was also awake, and he could see his mate was scared, Chase protectively stepped in front of her.

However, he quickly realized his mistake once he noticed who was standing in the doorway. Marshall, and to say he looked scared would've been a large understatement. He looked genuinely terrified, almost like his life was at risk.

"Marshall? What's wrong? Why are you even up this late?" The shepherd asked, immediately lowering his guard. The dally attempted to respond but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't form any words. Chase had never seen him panicking like this, before or after his diagnosis, even in the most serious of situations.

"Woah, woah calm down bud. Take deep breaths." He demanded after seeing that the dally couldn't even speak clearly, Marshall nodded and was trying to do as he was told. However, it didn't do much, as he was still freaking out as the stress and fear were already running their course.

"Alright, so what exactly is happening?" Skye interjected, clearly confused. Chase only shrugged before turning to Marshall, signaling him to attempt and explain the situation at hand.

"S-she's gone. I-I lost h-her..." He trailed off, not even able to finish talking. The couple looked at each other in confusion, only to look back and noticed the dally weeping violently, completely overwhelmed.

Seeing how upset he was, Chase changed his priority from learning what had happened to calm the spotted pup down. The shepherd wrapped him into a hug as he continued to cry his eyes out.

"It's ok, buddy, you're safe." He whispered, even though he knew he himself couldn't do too much. Everest was the only one who could fully calm him down, mainly due to this anxiety from being separated from her.

Once the dally had finally stopped crying a bit, Chase saw his chance to try and talk to him more. "So, are you ok now?" He asked, hoping for some sort of positive answer in response.

"No, I'm not ok! H-how do you expect me to be ok right now!?" Marshall snapped back, clearly not giving the shepherd what he had wanted, who himself was a bit surprised at the outburst, but he kept his cool. The last thing he wanted to do was upset him even further.

"Alright, do you want me to just go get Everest?" He asked calmly. The dally looked back at him, wiped away a few tears, took a deep breath, and forced himself to speak.

"Y-you can't. S-she's gone. H-he took her, Chase. He t-took my Eve from me, a-again." He answered, trying his best not to break down. The couple looked at each other, having no idea who or what he was talking about.

"Wait, what do you mean gone?" Skye interjected worriedly, her face beginning to show the questioning look that her mate's did.

"S-she...s-she was p-pupnapped." He whimpered, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. The fact that Everest had been torn away from him still just seemed like a living nightmare, but as much as he wished it was, this was no dream.

"But who would do that?" Chase questioned. The dally wanted to answer, but he couldn't. He couldn't even say his name, thinking about him too much would lead to far too many painful memories for him, more than he was already experiencing with Everest gone.

Despite no words coming out of his mouth, Chase could see the look in Marshall's eyes. All he saw was fear. The only time he had seen that look was after Everest's funeral when they had been paid a visit by one certain husky.