Rocky's Rocky Road.

Final Approach (Adventure Bay)

-AN- Above is the image of the complete trip, which is where we will leave off after this chapter. Hoping it's not nearly as short as the last, but seeing as it's 2300, it probably will be.

Also, My current update priorities, So everyone knows.

1. Rocky's Rocky Road (This Story)

2. Either "Paw Patrol High School" Remake, OR "Our Story of Love" Continuation.

3. Paw Patrol One-Shots.

So without further ado, prepare for me whining about how this story needs more clout at the end of a terrible chapter ;)

-Rocky's POV-

         I couldn't sleep with Conor while we stayed at Kyles. Not that I blamed him. Well... Do I? If I really didn't I would go be with him. Right? I limped over to him, It was nearly time to go. "Rocky, I just need to tell you I'm sorry I did this to you... You don't have to forgive me." Conor tells me as we walk out. "I-It's not your fault. It's just bad luck." I tried to help him understand as I was picked up and off we went. 

          We knew that Adventure Bay was situated on the Pacific Coast. "So we're gonna follow the ocean up. Lucky us, the Coastal Cliffs near this area are supposedly stunning." Conor told me. I was really looking forward to getting there as we unpacked camp for the first night. Right near the Cliffs. They really were beautiful.

-Conor's POV-

I heard shuffling in our tent before I heard Rocky leave it in the Early Morning. I assumed he was going to relieve himself, even though the doctor suggested he not walk, I figured he could handle that much himself. I waited, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes went by without hearing anything. Then my ears picked up whimpering and sobbing coming from outside. I grabbed the hand pump flashlight and walked out. When I pumped the light on I yelped. Rocky was standing at the edge of the cliff, looking over, at the rocks and Rough seas below. 

"ROCKY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" I yelled. 

After a sniffle, he responded. "F-fixing everything."

"Rocky this fixes nothing. I'm worse off without you."

"THIS ISN'T ABOUT US! IT'S ABOUT ME, IT FIXES MY LEG."

"Rocky, you cannot guarantee that."

There's a long pause.

-Rocky's POV-

I sit there, watching as my tears plummet down to the swirling sea below. 

He knows If he tries to stop me things will go bad.

"Conor, I've made up my mind."

"Come on Rocky, we came so far. You're a street pup from Boston. Now you're across the US, only 100 miles from your dream."

I think about this. Then it hit me. 

"YOU REALLY THINK THAT KID IS GOING TO TAKE A FUCKING CRIPPLE?" I yelled.

"HE DOES'T WANT ME. I'M USELESS."

His response got me. 

"NO YOUR NOT. YOU TURNED MY LIFE AROUND, YOU CAN STILL LOVE PEOPLE. That's what matters."

It didn't matter to me. I tensed my good legs.

"ROCKY NOOO!" I heard from behind me. 

I jumped, but my bum leg gave out, so I fell, enough so that I was hanging over the cliff nearly by 75% of my length.  Conor had used the trip up to grab me before I went over. 

"Let. Me. Go." I growled.

"No Rocky... I-i can't." He said, obviously crying. He pulled me back to his side. I was losing my chance. 

I bit him. Hard. Drawing Blood. But again my leg collapses when I hit the ground, shattering the splint.  He picks me back up, and I feel something that I hadn't felt since the day we left in Boston. Blood tainting my fur. But this time no monster had done this to the only person who really cared. I did. 

Realizing this, I started crying, I nuzzled into Conors chest. Which to my surprise was really bony. We both went back to our tent and broke down. I snuggled under Conors sleeping bag, and we slept.

The next morning we noticed a city up ahead. "Rocky. That's Adventure Bay!, WE MADE IT!" I had no interest in that at the moment though. "Conor, I'm sorry about, everything last night. I hurt y-" I was cut off by Conor pulling me into a hug. "Rocky. I don't care about that. I'm just glad your still here." He said breaking down.   

We got to Adventure Bay late that night and literally pitched camp less than a Mile from the tower where we would speak to the kid who would decide my fate tomorrow. 

-AN-

Sad. I know. THAT THIS STORY ISN'T DOING WELL ;(. Since no one decides to read this, it will simply get priorities until we can maintain goals.