Paw Patrol Oneshots

Space Dinosaurs (Chase x Rocky)

Requested by @EvilKionFan

"I have no idea what I'm doing,"

Chase groaned and smacked his head into the table, causing the papers atop it to bump upward. The Shepherd growled, his anger rising toward the meaningless task so heavily demanded of him.

He was sitting in his kennel, surrounded by the sounds of the night. He had no idea how far past midnight it was, and the urge to sleep clawed at him. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, paws aching from overuse, and a splitting headache to finalize it all.

Despite the torturous insomnia he was putting himself through, he needed to finish filing the papers as soon as possible. A police mission had gone awry, and carelessness with traffic cones confused some drivers. Before the assigned mission was even done, two collisions occurred, and Chase was forced to jump on the new task. As if dragging metal debris across the road with his teeth wasn't tiring enough, he had to spend hours doing paperwork to account for the mistake.

"It wasn't even my fault," he grumbled, trying to focus his vision on his work. He swayed gently, his eyesight beginning to blur over. Shaking his head, he groggily reached his paw forward and tried to feel for his pencil. His mind was already beginning to drift away and release his body for the night, but Chase made every attempt to defy it.

The Shepherd had to stop himself from falling over, "stupid... papers," he groaned, "numbers... math..." His head was pounding, his own eyes increasingly strained no matter how much he dimmed the lights. Not even the might of a German Shepherd could save him now. Drunkenly swaying back and forth, Chase slammed his paw on the table in a futile attempt to grab his pencil again. Then it all failed, he leaned too far to the side and lost his footing. He was sound asleep before hitting the floor, his body crashing to the ground despite being two feet from his bed.

Sprawled out on his floor, the Shepherd was out like a light.

.-.-

Light burned into the kennel as Rocky opened the door, illuminating the passed-out Shepherd. The mix let out a chuckle, wagging his tail slightly, the sight of his friend out on the floor was slightly amusing. Walking into the den, he gently poked Chase with his paw, nudging the Shepherd's side.

"Chase," he said softly, "wake up,"

The sleeping dog gently stirred, breathing steadily.

Rolling his eyes, Rocky nudged him again, "hey, Chase," he repeated, a little louder, "seriously, get up."

As if a light was flicked on in his head, Chase snapped his eyes open, jolting violently as if he had been electrocuted, "aaah! Wha-" he stumbled on the floor from his drowsiness, slightly flailing his legs around and making Rocky step back.

"Who- who's there?" the Shepherd blinked, his vision slowly focusing as he awakened,

"It's me, the green one,"

Turning over on the floor, Chase stared up at his squadmate for a solid five seconds before his brain finally configured to reality, "oh," he grunted, stopping for a yawn and stretch, "morning Rocky,"

"It's actually not morning," the grey mix pointed, "it's about six in the afternoon,"

Upon hearing this friend's words, Chase quickly jumped to his paws in alarm, "what!? How long was I asleep?"

"For most of the day, I'm guessing," Rocky shrugged, looking out toward the setting sun, "want to watch a movie with me?"

The mix's offer fell upon deaf ears as Chase frantically looked around in surprise. Pushing past Rocky, he charged outside in denial of sleeping away the day. Much to his dismay, the sun was already setting at six in the afternoon, he had stayed up so long that he fell asleep at the crack of dawn.