Paw Patrol Oneshots

Mile High Club (Tuck x Rex)

Requested by Nyzier

Even though the Mighty Pups were well known for their abilities and powers, one of the core favorites of any dog was being able to fly. It was liberating to not be bound to the floor, to break the rules of mortality and soar above the heads of onlookers. Even with their Mighty Powers, the Paw Patrol was still chained to the ground and lacked the ability to truly fly. That didn't stop the humans, however, as they compensated for their lack of magical power by producing the next best thing:

Planes.

"Ugh, I look awful," Tuck grumbled as he stared into his mirror, "Rex deserves better." The Golden Retriever was standing in the middle of the room, a first-class suite that Chase was able to buy him. In truth, Tuck hated planes in every sense of the word. He didn't trust stepping onto a massive soaring cylinder where one mistake could mean the death of every passenger aboard. He hated finding out he had to ride one, he hated entering the plane, and he hated having to brace himself when they lifted off into the sky. Once he got used to the pressure change and found his balance, it was easier to breathe.

One would consider it a luxury to hitch a ride on a private plane, with all the luxurious food and comfort right at one's fingertips. Although Tuck wasn't traveling anywhere, he was on a personal mission with the Paw Patrol. It was an escort mission, a task of protecting a VIP during their travels. This important person in question was one of Tuck's closest relationships: Rex, the Bernese Mountain Dog.

Scanning himself up and down in the mirror, the Retriever regretted his outfit, but he wasn't able to wear anything else. He was told to don his Mighty Pup uniform, his signature red, blue, and silver costume that showed his title as a hero.

A knock came from the door of his cabin. Assuming it was Rex, he took a deep breath and walked over to it. Pulling a smile on his face, he pushed the door open, then frowned when he saw a Dalmation, "oh, it's you."

"Were you expecting someone else?" Marshall tilted his head, "look, are you ready? Because the meeting starts in five minutes."

"Yeah yeah, I'm here," Tuck walked out of his cabin, shutting the door behind him. The hallway of the plane consisted of gold carpet, velvety red curtains lined the inner walls. Despite being so high up in the sky, it was comfortably warm in the plane. Food carts lay dormant beside the walls, each one carrying a dignified snack or drink. One could choose from either ripe collections of treats, platters of crackers and cheese, or entire bottles of wine. Tuck personally didn't have anything to drink during the flight, but he did enjoy a good shower in the paradise-like bathroom in his cabin.

"Trying to look good for Rex?" The Dalmation grinned, already well aware of what was going on, "I'm pretty sure he'll just be happy to see you."

Tuck bristled under his outfit, blushing slightly, "shut up, I'm trying to keep a straight face here." Shaking his head, he walked with Marshall as they traveled up the plane, the gentle hum of the engines in the distance, "I just don't understand why he wants all this security."

"He's a public figure now," the firefighter shrugged, "advocating for both animal and civil rights, not to mention the dinosaurs. I wouldn't be surprised if he needs someone to protect him whenever he goes out."

"And instead of hiring bodyguards, he hires the Paw Patrol, classic."

"He wanted to hire you, Tuck," Marshall pointed out, "the others had to come along for added security, but he mostly just wanted you."

Those words brought silent joy within the Retriever, and he had to turn his head from Marshall to hide the blush that flooded his face. He hadn't seen Rex in months, but given how they left things, Tuck was eager to reunite with him. The Bernese dog was special to him, more so than anyone else he had ever known. "Of course he did."