Paw patrol one shots

Chase X Skye

FUTTD AU

"Marshall, now isn't the best time." Chase said, hand on the front door to his and Skye's house. Despite the statement, Marshall walked into the hall and past his best friend. "Or come in, whatever suits you." Chase sighed, raking a hand through his hair.

The brunette glanced up the stairs and bit his lip. Marshall looked at him, a neutral expression on his face. "I thought you could use some company, I mean Skye must be really sick if Chelsea had to babysit and you cancelled on our guys night. Zuma, Rubble and Tracker are coming to mine still later but thought I'd see you beforehand." Chase looked up at the ceiling, why did his lies always come back to haunt him?

"Speaking of Skye, just give me a second. I'm gonna check on her." Chase ran up the stairs and spotted his wife in nothing but her silk robe with her hair in a messy, yet elegant bun.

"Hey Chasey." She smirked. The brunette wrapped his arms around her and sighed.

"Slight problem." He whispered. "Marshall's downstairs."

"What? It's guys night and you cancelled. Why is he here?"

"He asked how you were?" Skye raised an eyebrow.

"Why would he-" she gave her spouse a deadpan look. "You told them I was sick didn't you?"

"Uh Huh."

"Damn it Chase, what is wrong with telling them something else?"

"Like what?" He hissed.

"I dunno, maybe you're having a quiet night in with your wife."

Chase paused for a second. "That would work wouldn't it?" Skye facepalmed.

"Maybe. Now get rid of him, bath water gets cold y'know." She said, agitated but still with a wink, running her hand under his shirt and over his well-toned abs.

"I'll try." The pair heard the front door open and Rocky's voice.

"Hey Marshall, you came to check on Skye too?"

"Does everyone think I'm sick?" Skye glared. Sheepishly, Chase nodded.

"I'm going to get rid of them just hang on." He pleaded.

"Hurry up." She hissed, walking into the bathroom, that was dimly lit with candles, and closing the door. Chase whined like a dog and ran back downstairs, desperate to get rid of his friends, harsh as it sounds. Luckily, Rocky just had to hear that Skye was fine and he was off back home. Marshall however, was harder to lose.

"Seriously Marsh, go meet the others, I'm taking care of Skye, I'll see you soon." The brunette pushed his friend out of the door. Before it could close, Marshall put his foot in the way and smirked.

"Marshall, please. Just go!"

"Okay, I'm going. But first," he handed his best friend something from the pocket of his jeans. Chase was confused but noticed it was a small blue tablet.

"Marshall!" Chase growled.

Marshall was laughing at his friends reaction. "You never say you're 'taking care of' Skye when she's sick. I'm not dumb."

"And you just conveniently have this in your pocket?" Chase queried.

"Don't judge me! Ev plays a part too." Marshall held up his hands.

"Please spare me the details," Chase cringed. "Goodbye Marshall." The brunette finally closed the door and sighed.

"Chase!" Skye called.

He paused for a second then ran to the kitchen and grabbed a small glass of water.

"I'll kill him later." Chase muttered, swallowing the tablet and sprinting up the stairs in record time, closing and locking, out of habit, the bathroom door behind him.