Paw Patrol Oneshots

Building Blocks of Love (OC x Skye)

Requested by LakkoWarner1 on Fanfiction.net

As their legacy continuously expanded across the countries, the team known as the Paw Patrol quickly became recognized for their emergency services worldwide. If anything, all the chaos they dealt with in Adventure City only increased their recognition. Despite their rapidly growing support, the pups remained closed off from their families.

Chase was born an orphan in the city, his first years alive was not a topic he liked talking about. Wherever it was brought up, the Shepherd could be seen staring off into space, as if horrible pain had returned in mere seconds. Ryder inherited Marshall after the Dalmation's caretaker died in a mall fire. When he was asked about his real parents, Marshall would just shrug, he never knew anything about them. He was born under the care of firefighters right in their station, then handed off to Ryder. Rocky's family was a sore subject, he sometimes mentioned a brother, but refused to elaborate further. Rubble and Skye were born as strays like Chase, although they grew up in less harsh conditions.

Zuma, the coast guard of the team, didn't carry a shadowed past unlike his friends. He was rather close with his family, at least his mother, and she wrote to him every once in a while. Usually, he met her emails with a smile, remembering times long ago. However, her most recent message left Zuma staring at the screen in disbelief. At that moment he could hardly believe his own eyes, and he felt the urge to curse the stars for aligning him in this predicament.

The next morning, Chase was enjoying breakfast with Marshall,

"I think I would look good in a hat," Marshall pondered aloud,

"You already have one," the Shepherd raised an eyebrow, chewing the kibble,

"No, that's a work hat, I mean like, a baseball cap or something," Marshall smiled over his bowl, "think I would look spiffy in a fedora?"

Chase shot the Dalmation an odd look, "Marsh, trust me on this, do not get a fedora."

"Why not?" the firefighter asked innocently,

"Just don't..."

As the two dogs bickered, Chase flicked his eyes to the left and spotted a chocolate brown Lab. He was lying on all fours, looking rather disheveled. Chase frowned at first, assuming Zuma got up on the wrong side of the bed.

"Hey Zuma!" Chase waved, "can you help me convince Marshall not to wear fedoras?"

"I never said I was getting one!"

The Lab was unresponsive, eyes widening as Chase addressed him. For a moment a flicker of shyness flashed in his eyes, and he slowly began creeping backward.

"Zuma?" Chase asked, "you alright?"

"Zume!" was suddenly called from afar, making all three dogs pick their heads up.

Chase gawked in surprise as a second dog nearly identical to Zuma ran over, honing on the smaller Lab, "I told you not to run off!"

"You were taking too long," the smaller Lab shuffled his paws,

Zuma grimaced for a moment, then emitted a low growl, "do not, do this to me, right now. You're here on my turf, follow my rules or I'm driving you up to mom."

Chase could hardly believe his eyes, "Zuma?! Did you get cloned?"

Zume chuckled slightly as the bigger dog gave an exhausted look, slowly turning his head over to his friends, "Chase, this little shit is my brother, Zume."

"That's not very nice," the little sibling said matter-of-factly, "you made me behave in the car and you reward me with insults?"

"I didn't know you had a brother," Marshall smiled, tilting his head,