A/N: Okay just a disclaimer beforehand. I do not own Lady and the Tramp or anything associated with them.

This story takes place a while after Lady and the Tramp 2. The puppies are in their late teens and Junior, Jim Dear and Darlings son, is now 18. I have also added a few OC's to flush out the story but the story centers around Scamp. It takes place during the start of WW2 witch if you know the time frame that Lady and the Tramp movie takes place you would know that all of this is impossible. So logically nothing in this story should be allowed to happen but to heck with it. I really liked this story idea and I think others will enjoy it as well. Don't think too hard on the small details and you will like the story a lot more.

Enjoy Reading

Scamp was sitting beside Junior on the bus ride to Fort Royal Virginia. Scamp was watching out the window as the bus traveled through the rolling country side.

Not two days ago the two of them had signed up to join the United States military at the recruiter's office in their old New England town. Now riding on a bus along with other boys from their small town. All of them fresh faced and eager to join the rally call that Uncle Sam sent out, and Scamp was right there with them.

Yesterday was the last time Scamp and Junior would see the rest of their family for a while. No one knew when the two would be back or if they would be back at all, but no one said anything. Instead they had a family picnic to send off the two boys with a smile.

Later that night Scamp spent one last romantic night with his mate Angel. He was now taller and bigger than her and she hadn't grown much but the feelings they shared only grew stronger over the years. It was hard on the two of them but Scamp promised he would come back, and that when he did they would start a family of their own.

Angel and Scamps sisters would have their hands full with the new puppies that would be arriving soon. Lady was nearing the end of her pregnancy and it was starting to get crazy around the house hold as Darling and Jim Dear were also about to have a new baby.

As the two of them were walking out the door this morning at 05:00 only Jim Dear and Tramp were there to see them leave. Scamp was barely awake, he didn't do well in the mornings. Jim Dear told Scamp to look out for Junior before rubbing his head and turning to hug his son good bye one more time.

Scamp felt a heavy hand on his head. It was Junior's best friend Tom who had turned around in the seat in front of them. Scamp had always liked Tom, the three of them went on all sorts of adventures. With him joining the Army as well it felt like that's all this was, another adventure.

He sits up on the seat with his front paws on the seat he takes a look around to see who else was on the bus. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Mooch, the big goofy English Sheep dog had come along with his master as well. Scamp gave him a nod and got a small yelp in reply.

They were by no means the best of friends and didn't see each other much outside of the odd hello on the street but at least Scamp knew someone else here as well.

It was late afternoon when the bus stopped at its final destination. Scamp followed his master off the bus and fell in line with all of the other boys. They went over to where everyone who got off the busses were gathering. Scamp looked around. He had never seen this many human boys all together in one place before. Suddenly they were faced with a hard looking man who was five foot nine and looked scarier than any dog catcher Scamp had ever seen.

He was followed by and equally daunting dog. A Doberman who was wearing a wide brim drill sergeant's hat and dog tags. He was a few inches taller than Buster and twice as intimidating. Suddenly the human drill instructor opened his mouth.

"Form up into columns! All of you! I want as many rows of eight as you can make. Be quick about it! All of your mutts can line up over here in front of Serge!"

Scamp perked up. This human was yelling louder than Jim Dear ever had. Scamp would know as he heard that yell coming his way more than a few times. He looked up at Junior.

"Go on Scamp, you're in this now too, means you got to listen to your sergeant and I'll listen to mine." He gave Scamp a pat and a wave, with this Scamp went over in front of the big Doberman.

He sat in the lineup of other dogs, Mooch was on his left and a black lab was on his left. There was an assortment of other dogs as well. In total there were about twenty four dogs all together. Then the Doberman who went by the name Serge opened his jaw.

"Look around, all of you." He paused for a second, twenty four pairs of confused eyes looked at him. "What are you looking at me for?! I said look around you!" Immediately the dogs all turned their heads and took a look at one another.

Mooch gave Scamp a wink and Scamp smiled back at him. Scamp then turned to the black lab beside him. "Hey, names Scamp."

The lab looked at him with a grin. "Sammy, but just call me Sam."

Before Scamp could say any more Serge started yelling again. "Shut your traps. I said look around! Not great your neighbor!"

"You should have said that then." Scamp said, gritted his teeth a little regretting he just opened his mouth as Serge turned and walked over to him and got right in his face.

"Got a wise cracker here? You and I are going to have a great time squeaky toy I can tell already." Scamp lowered his head a little. Serge then turned his head back to the group. "From this point on I do not care if you were a mangy stray or some mama's boy house pet! In my eyes you are all equally trash!"

He started pacing back and forth in front of the group their eyes all locked on to him. "At this moment I have more respect for cats then you lot! If you want to be ready to go and fight the good fight and survive overseas. You first have to survive being here."

He stopped in front of Scamp, "Here, what I say is law, and the first law of this land is that when you address me the first and last words out of your mongrel mouths will be Sir." He shoves his snout right in Scamps face. "Do you get me?"

Scamp glared at the bigger dog. "Sir, yes sir."

Serge grinned then lifted his head to see the entire lot. "I said, do you get me?!"

A unanimous sir yes sir came from the entire group.

"Good, now follow me! Time to see the five star sleeping arrangement you will be living in for the next ten weeks." He gave a slight laugh and started off toward the barracks with the rest of the dogs in toe.

Scamp had a slightly confused look on his face during the trot over. He didn't see why Serge would laugh at where they would be sleeping, until they arrived. It was a long wooden structure with a pile of burlap sacks in the corner. "Grab a sack and find a spot! This will be your new home for the next ten weeks. Go to the mess hall then come back here, get some shut eye. We start tomorrow at 05:00 on the dot!"

Scamp groaned when he heard this. "05:00? Who wakes up then?" Scamp was looking at the stack of sacks, all of them were ratty and torn to some degree.

"It's not so bad. At least we get a roof and three meals a day."

Scamp turn around, it was Sam the lab from before. "Mind if I bunk next to you and the big guy?" he asked coming over to Scamp having already chosen his sack.

Scamp looked up, he hadn't noticed that Mooch was following him around. "Sure, where do you want to set up?"

Mooch looked around. "The far corner looks nice." The three dogs moved their way over and threw down their sacks.

"Names Mooch by the way." Mooch said looking down at Sam.

"Sam, where you guys from?"

"Snob hill, in New England. You?" Scamp replied back while setting out his sack just the right way.

"North Carolina, Streets of Greenville."

"So you were a stray?" Scamp said with a little surprise in his voice. Sam had been so well mannered it was a bit of a shock to hear he was from the street.

"Yep, I had gotten locked up in the pound. Army came by looking for dogs and here I am. Why? Got a problem with strays?" He had a slight look of worry and offence on his face.

"No, it just surprised me a bit, most of the street dogs I've met are a little rougher around the edges. Sorry if it came off that way." Sam smiled at him with a look of relief on his face when he said that. "I signed up when my owner did."

Mooch turned his head to the other two. "My master got drafted, I would have been home by myself so I came with him."

With their bedding arranged the way they wanted the three headed off to the mess hall. It was no more than another wooden structure the two long mettle troughs. One full of water, the other with kibble. The three ate together taking to each other swapping stories of the things they got into when they were younger.

Scamp looked around the mess hall and noticed a black and white border collie eating alone. "Who's that?"

Mooch and Sam look up at where Scamp is looking, it was Sam that spoke up. "Don't know their name but he was on the same truck I was to come here. Haven't seen him talk to anyone yet though."

The three continued to eat and eventually went back to the barracks. They settled down for the night and before Scamp went to sleep his final thoughts were of Junior, hoping he was handling the shift from civilian to solder better than he was. He also thought of Angel and how she was sitting by the rest of his family waiting for his mom to have her new litter of puppies.

| I know that this story is different from what I normally write but I re watched Lady and the Tramp 2 recently and this idea came to me. There aren't many Lady and the Tramp fanfic stories so here is a new one for your reading pleasure.

Expect more soon.|