Hey..

I don't really know where to start but here is my very first fanfic. I know it won't be perfect so if you have any criticisms or suggestions, I'm open to them all. Go ahead and cuss me out if you have to, the more constructive criticism, the better I may become XD. I have this story planned out in my head, so I most likely won't be taking suggestions but you are free to leave them if you like; no comment will go unread. This is a ChasexSkye fanfic if you couldn't tell already, don't like it, don't read it. I guess I have to take care of some legal stuff, so to make things clear, I don't own the Paw Patrol or any of the characters, just the storyline. Without further ado, I present to you, "A Night To Remember." Enjoy :)

"Hey Zuma! Pass the frisbee over here!" Rubble called out to the chocolate lab.

The pups had just returned from a mission, rescuing Chickaletta as they did very often, and had began their highly anticipated play time. All six pups were outside the Lookout tossing around a frisbee, having a great time.

As the frisbee flew over to Rubble, he jumped, spun around, and caught the frisbee with his mouth. Just how Rubble liked to play, in style.

"Wow nice catch Rubble!" said an impressed Skye.

"Thanks Skye! I've been working on that one for a while." Rubble bragged, "Hey Marshall! Go long!"

"I got it! I got it!" Marshall hollered. Marshall being his usual clumsy self, wasn't looking where he was going and only focusing on the frisbee. Only seconds later, he smacked right into a helpless Rocky, sending them both flying almost 5 feet into the dirt. As the dust lifted, Marshall was lying on top of Rocky, facing upward. Conveniently, the frisbee gently settled on his chest.

"See, told you I got it." said Marshall with a smirk.

This had all the other pups laughing. Well, almost all of them.

"Too bad you had to plow me over in the process. Look at me, I'm so dirty." Rocky said, lifting Marshall off of his back and trying to brush himself off..

"Looks like somebody is gonna need a bath." Ryder called out from the Lookout balcony.

"Nah, I'm good Ryder. I had one last month." Rocky tried to convince Ryder.

"I'll make an appointment with Katie for next week." Ryder winked at him, implying he wasn't going to be persuaded otherwise.

All Rocky could do was let out a sigh. Meanwhile, Zuma picked up the frisbee and prepared to throw it and continue the game.

"Heads up Chase!"

Zuma threw the frisbee, giving it lots of curve and making Chase work for it. Chase had no problem getting it though, as he was arguably one of the more athletic members on the team. After all he is a police pup.

However, the pup to challenge him for the 'most athletic pup' was Skye. Skye was very agile and quick, perfectly suiting her for her aviary job, while Chase was all about pure speed, stamina, and strength. The two pups always would try and outdo each other in certain things, but would be having fun at the same time. They were just being their competitive selves. In the midst of all of this, however, the pups secretly had feelings for each other, and were too afraid to admit them, especially to each other.

Ever since Skye had joined the Paw Patrol, Chase's heart has been glued to her. She's such a cute, little, optimistic pup and he just wanted to be around her all the time. As for Skye, it was Chase who had saved her that day when she had joined the Paw Patrol, and ever since then he has always been so caring and worried for her, that it just made her heart melt. Not to mention, the two found each other pretty attractive as well.

This factor enhanced the competition between them, as they both liked to see each other show off their talents and strengths. They could only imagine what the competition would look like if the two of them could rack up the nerve to tell each other how they felt.

"Skye, see if you can handle this." Chase said, throwing the frisbee making it curve in all different directions.

The insane throw by Chase has all the other pups in awe is it circled around in the air making it's way to Skye. It even had Marshall fall to the ground in dizziness. Despite this, Skye caught the frisbee while doing her typical backflip, never taking her eye off it.

"Is that all you got?" Skye smirked. She ran with the frisbee in her mouth, leaped in the air off her trampoline, and threw the frisbee at Chase. It was travelling with immense speed, gravity in favour of her throw. It was like a guided missile. Even with all of Skye's might, she had failed to prevail over the german shepherd as he impressively caught the frisbee with one paw.

"Pretty good Skye, but can you throw it blindly?" Chase said with his eyebrow raised. The police pup turned away from Skye and threw the frisbee over his head. It sliced through the air, directed perfectly to where Skye was standing. She snatched it out of the air, thinking of how to outsmart him.

"Let's see if you can catch blindly as good as you can throw." Skye called out as she threw the frisbee to Chase, who still hadn't turned back around. Chase could see the shadow of the frisbee, and perfectly timed the catch.

"Looks like they're at it again." sighed Rocky. The four other pups were used to this, as it became a routine thing when they would play together. However, rightly so, they didn't like it very much.

"Why does this always have to happen." Zuma said rolling his eyes.

"It's okay guys, they're having fun." Marshall said trying to defend his best friend, Chase.

"Yeah but don't you want to have fun too?" Rocky asked Marshall.

"Well… yeah, I guess." Marshall realized.

"Hey guys! We're playing too you know!" Rubble shouted to them.

However the two aggressively playing pups didn't even notice, as their main focus was on defeating each other in a game which isn't even necessarily supposed to have a winner or loser.

"How about you try and catch a frisbee you can't even see." said Chase implying he was going to throw it fast.

He winded up his throw, and extended his arm with all his might and strength, which was a lot. It was going fast. Very fast. It made Skye's earlier throw look like a pea-roller. It looked as though Skye wouldn't be able to catch it. In fact…

SMACK

The four pups watching let out a huge gasp as they saw Skye being flung back a couple yards. Chase's heart sunk straight down into his gut. He instantly regretted throwing that frisbee as hard as he did. Oh my gosh, what have I done. He thought. He couldn't bare to walk around seeing Skye injured, especially if it was him who had injured her.

"Skye! Oh my God Skye, I'm so sorry!" Chase said running up to the cockapoo with the others following. Skye was on her side facing the opposite direction, and hadn't responded.

"Look what you've done Chase! I hope you didn't knock her out." scolded Rocky.

That remark made Chase's eyes a little watery. The guilt of him hurting Skye was swallowing him whole right now. He tapped Skye on the back.

"Skye.. ar-are you okay?"

She moved slightly, and started to respond.

"That throw was really hard Chase," she began, "...but not hard enough!" She said, getting up, revealing the frisbee in her mouth.

A big wave of relief came upon Chase as Skye revealed herself unharmed, although he had essentially accepted defeat to her. Meanwhile, the other pups were not too happy with Skye.

"What the heck Skye!" Zuma barked.

"We thought you were really hurt!" Marshall said.

"Sorry guys, I didn't mean to scare you. But at least I'm okay! That's all that matters, right?" Skye apologized, trying to be optimistic.

The pups forgave Skye, as no harm was done, and they weren't known to hold grudges, but Rubble added a little comment.

"Wow Chase! I've never seen you so worried in my entire life!" Giggled the young bulldog pup.

This put Chase on the spot, and had the rest of the pups looking at him. As he struggled to respond, his best friend noticed he was slightly embarrassed and decided to help him out.

"Hey guys! How about we play a new game!" Marshall exclaimed, wagging his tail.

"Yeah!" the other pups agreed.

"How about tag?" suggested Zuma.

" Only on one condition." Rocky objected, slowly approaching his friend Zuma.

"Tag you're it!" Rocky hollered, tagging the chocolate lab and running away. The rest of the pups scattered around the Lookout, laughing and screaming of joy.

Ryder watched over the pups from the lookout tower. After a long rescue, he loved to watch his pups run around and have a good time.

"Ah, what good pups." he whispered to himself.

Down below, the pups frantically ran from Zuma trying not to get tagged. As usual, Marshall ended up tripping over the frisbee they left out from earlier, giving Zuma an easy tag.

"Unlucky Marshall, looks like you're it now." Zuma tapped marshall and ran away as fast as he could.

Marshall began to jog around looking for where some of the pups had gone. He got a quick glance of a brown tail sticking out of a bush in the distance. Oh, Chase… Marshall chuckled rolling his eyes. He made his way over to him and grabbed his tail.

"Tag! You're it!" Marshall hollered, running away as Chase emerged from the bushes.

"Aww, did I forget the tail again." Chase said cursing to himself. He then scanned the area to look for someone to tag, when he saw a small blonde pup dash around the corner of the lookout. Skye, perfect! He thought.

Chase made a mad sprint towards where he saw Skye turn the corner. He knew he was faster than Skye, but her agility and stealthiness could definitely outsmart the police pup. Skye turned around to see Chase bolting at her. A bit startled at first, she tried to run somewhere where she could lose him, as outrunning him wasn't really an option. But there was just open grass where they were at the moment, so she just accepted being tagged by Chase, determined to get him back almost immediately after.

"I won't be it for long." She smirked at him.

"Try and catch me then." He smirked back before running away.

Skye ran back after him. She couldn't catch him, but she was fast enough to at least keep up with him. They made it around the lookout when Chase decided to start weaving in and around the pup houses trying to lose her. To his surprise, Skye ended up turning a corner right in front of him and tagged him on the nose.

"Attempting to outsmart me? Nice try." Skye spat.

"Who needs agility when you got speed? I'll even give you a head start." smirked a confident Chase.

"I don't need a head start." said the just as confident cockapoo.

"You're on!" Chase grinned evilly as he ran after Skye.

The two pups were in their own world. They were competing as if they're lives were at stake. While Chase was chasing Skye, the two ran past an easily taggable Rocky and Marshall.

"What are we? Chop liver?" the mixed-breed asked out loud.

"Mmmm, liver treats…" Marshall said rubbing his belly.

Rocky just rolled his eyes.

"Why do we even bother playing?" Zuma asked as he and Rubble walked up to the other two pups.

"We should have seen it coming," Rubble said, very clearly annoyed, "This only happens every single time we play."

"I just wish they could settle it and say they are both equally athletic." Rocky fantasized.

"That's never gonna happen." Marshall informed, "If I know Chase, he will never settle at a draw. He always wants to be the best."

"I'm guessing Skye is the same way." assumed Zuma. The four pups turned their attention back on Chase and Skye.

Chase was hot on Skye's tail and would pounce on the chance to tag her any second now. That is, if it weren't for Skye's little zigzag maneuvers that were keeping Chase slightly behind. Before Skye knew it, she was reaching the decline of the hill that the Lookout was situated on. She tried screeching to a hault, but Chase was going too fast and collided with her, sending them tumbling down the hill.

As the two pups got to the bottom and stopped rolling, Chase was on top of Skye with the two facing each other. Despite the awkward position, Chase stood up, still standing over Skye who was lying on the ground and said, "You're it." with a cheeky little grin. When the four pups looked down and saw the two weren't injured, they made their way back to the lookout, not in the mood to play anymore. However, the other two weren't finished yet.

"Oh I'm gonna get you back twice as good." Skye playfully challenged him.

"Oh is that so? Not if you can't even stand up!" Chase laughed, using his strength to hold down Skye's paws, preventing her from getting up.

"Hey that's not fair!" Skye complained, "I'm a lot smaller than you."

"That's not my fault." Chase smirked.

Skye wasn't giving up yet. Chase was the serious one on the team, and nothing could make him break his character. He took his job very seriously, and could keep a straight face now matter how funny, sad, or happy something was. However, even though Chase is very strong both mentally and physically, Skye knew his weakness. Being the small pup she is, she managed to get one arm free, and immediately pressed it against Chase's belly and started rubbing it.

"AHAHAHAHA! NO SKYE! PLEASE STOP! HAHAHA!" Chase broke out into laughter.

Chase collapsed onto the ground as Skye got up and continued to tickle him. The one vulnerability that Chase had, was ticklishness.

Skye really got a kick out of this. Not only had she taken down Chase, but she couldn't help but laugh as well and feel heart-warmed seeing Chase, usually a very serious and tough pup, break down into tears of laughter and begging for her to stop.

"OH MY GOSH! HAHAHA I CAN'T HANDLE THIS! SKYE! HAHAHAHHA!" Chase helplessly pleaded while trying not to pass out from laughter.

Skye stopped, and stood on top of his chest as he caught his breath.

"Admit defeat to me." She said with a big grin on her face. There was a slight pause, as Chase didn't really want to do this. "Unless you want me to tickle you again." she added.

"Okay, okay, fine. You win." Chase sighed and accepted defeat.

"..And who's the most agile pup on the team?" Skye asked while smirking..

"You are." he rolled his eyes.

"And who's the most athletic pup on the team?" she added.

"Okay let's not get ahead of ourselves." Chase sassed back.

This made Skye start giggling. Chase couldn't help but stare at Skye and watch her as she made that cute laugh that's so typical of her, not to mention, she was literally on top of him. That alone was giving him butterflies.

Skye just loved seeing Chase be himself. Yes, she thinks he's cute when he acts all professional and does his job, but that makes it even better when he is his fun, competitive, and cheerful self. The two both really enjoyed the moment they just shared together, but not trying to make it obvious to each other, not wanting it to become awkward.

Skye eventually got off of Chase and they were about to make their way back to the lookout as the sun was slowly setting. Meanwhile the four glum-looking pups had ran into Ryder on their way into the Lookout.

"Hey pups, I was just coming to get you. Where's Chase and Skye?" Ryder asked.

"Down there." Rocky rolled his eyes, pointing down the hill.

"Hey now, don't give me attitude. You know that when the sun sets it's time to come inside." Ryder warned Rocky.

"It's not that Ryder, It's just, Skye and Chase are only playing with each other, leaving us with nothing to do but watch." Zuma informed him with a disappointed tone.

"Yeah! They've been doing that a lot the past week." Rubble added.

"Hmm, well how about I go talk to them," Ryder suggested, "Your dinner is ready inside, go ahead and start eating, we will be there soon!"

"Thanks Ryder," the pups said as they walked through the entrance of the Lookout.

Ryder walked towards the hill and met Chase and Skye just as they crested the top.

"Hey Ryder Sir, we were just coming inside to eat." Chase informed Ryder, showing he was obeying the rules.

"Thanks pups, but I need to have a quick talk with you both." said Ryder.

The two of them gulped. Hoping they weren't in trouble.

"Don't worry, you guys aren't in trouble. Just, the other pups feel that you two have been turning their games into a huge competition between you two, resulting in them being left out." Ryder enlightened them.

Now that Chase and Skye thought about it, they had been kind of selfish when they played frisbee and tag today.

"Sorry Ryder sir," Chase apologized with his head and ears down, " I guess we kind of got carried away…"

"Yeah, sorry Ryder. Next time we'll try to include everyone and not turn it into a competition." Skye apologized as well.

"Thanks guys, you're such good pups." Ryder said scratching both of their heads, instantly making them happy again, "The other's have already started eating, you can go join them, I'll be there in a few."

"Okay." the two replied in sync.

When Chase and Skye arrived in the kitchen, Rubble, Marshall, Zuma and Rocky all looked up from their bowls and gave stern looks.

"Listen guys we're sorry," Chase started, "we realize what we did was wrong, and will try our best not to let it happen again."

"And if we do by accident, just let us know and we will stop right away." Skye added.

"We did try and let you know. You guys completely ignored us." Zuma explained.

"Oh.. well I guess we're sorry about that too. Tell you what, if that happens again, you guys just start a different game without us so we can't exclude you." Chase tried to compromise.

"Please forgive us, we'll try really hard not to let this happen again." Skye begged, not wanting their friendship to be in a bad state.

"Alright, we forgive you." Both Marshall and Rubble forgave them.

Rocky and Zuma were a bit more hesitant, but eventually forgave them as well.

"But we'll be keeping an eye on you two." Zuma added.

"Fine with us, as long as we can all play together nicely!" Chase said, with Skye nodding in agreement.

With that, the pups continued to chow down on their food. Ryder soon came back, and they all enjoyed dinner peacefully as a family.