A/N: First Peabody and Sherman fanfiction. Recap: I love this, both as a movie and as a cartoon. As a matter of fact, the cartoons were kind of the only thing I would watch age 10-present. I also have a great love for the song 'Hero' by Heather Dale. Why did I mention this? Eh, you'll see. Please enjoy and read and review.

Rated: K+ or low T (Hey, its serious but not that serious), Warning: Major father son moments and serious fluff and cuteness at times XD ,Pairings?: Heck no! This is Peabody and Sherman for corns sake! (Didn't really like Penny by the way :P)

Plot: Yeah, so a lot of things can go wrong with the WABAC. In this story, something goes wrong with the WABAC and it rewrites history so Peabody never adopted Sherman! Now its up to our favorite dog to rewrite history or find an alternative way to get his son back!

Chapter 1: WABAC when.

Hello there, Mr. Peabody here, writing a brief letter to himself, a reminder if you will.

Now lets see where to begin. Well, I think the smartest choice is to start where this all began and work our way from there. This all began with the building of a device you see, Its called the WABAC, or put into simpler terms, a time machine. It was built originally for my young ward, my adoptive son, Sherman. At the time the boy had been adopted, I had never before took into consideration the amount of running room that a young child would need in order to be happy. Upon looking around the house one day, which had been littered with many fallen objects from the boy's earlier day of play I sighed and in that moment realized that something must be done.

"Happy Birthday, Sherman." I remember that had been how it all began.

Our first travel had been that day. They had traveled to a part of Greece... Or perhaps it was directly to the Roman Empire... Or maybe it was neither of these places... My memory seems to be failing me these days, though one memory of our last trip together, I know for sure had existed at one point in time. I regret that trip whenever I think back on it...

"Where are we going to now, Mr. Peabody?" Sherman asked, crossing over to the WABAC and placing his small hand carefully on the dial.

"Set the date for March 2nd, the year, 2007." I said without a pause and soon joined the boy over at the machine's door.

"Gee, that doesn't sound very far back." Sherman commented as he turned the knob to the correct time.

I waited for the machine to complete its process before responding. It whirred to life in its usual way, sending a mix of colored smoke through the bottom crack of the door, leaving behind the scent of what would come if you smashed open an old lightbulb. Even as it's inventor, I could never figure out why it caused that type of reaction and I questioned it many times. Enough of my curiosity though, it was time to tend to Sherman's.

"Why, it was the day you were born, Sherman." I explained, reaching up and opening the door.

Why I had picked this date? In all honesty, it was just a whim. No thought or reason behind it, just a simple whim. One that I thought on as we entered the way back and ended up in a hospital. The stained white walls were familiar to me. I had been here before, so I still remembered. Sherman on the other hand, did not. He was just a baby when he was here first, so he doesn't remember.

"Why are we at a hospital, Mr. Peabody?" Sherman asked, looking around the room slowly.

"Come along, Sherman. I have something to show you." I said stiffly, taking the boy's hand and leading him down the long stretching hallway.

I began to feel the same anxiety I had felt the first time I was in this place. To take care of this, I lowered my head and began to count the tiles on the floor. Just as I had done all but seven years ago. By the sixty-sixth tile, I mentally told myself to stop and let go of Sherman's hand. We were now stationed in front of the viewing window of the hospital. Motioning for Sherman to look through the glass, he did just that. Inside, there was an auburn haired child. His records did not contain the name of a mother or father to speak of. The name of an orphanage took their place.

"Is that me?" Sherman asked in wonder, turning to me for an answer.

"It is Sherman, and just down the street is I." I responded, turning on my heels and beginning to walk away. "I had a court date today."

"What for, Mr. Peabody?" Sherman asked as he rushed after me and tried to take my hand again, but I did not allow it, for some reason or another.

I chose this question as the only one I would not answer on this trip. It should have been obvious to the boy the reasons behind my court meeting for I have told him countless times of what had happened on this date, though I always knew he wasn't paying me very much mind. Well, he would have to see for himself. I took him down to the courthouse. We used the WABAC so that we wouldn't have to walk all the way there.

So there we were. In the center of the courthouse. There was the judge and I, engaging in an intense stare down as I pleaded my case. All was going as it should have. Until-

"Who are you?" I heard myself say.

Jerking my head up, I realized that it was my past self speaking. My heart rate sped up when I saw exactly who he was talking to. A little auburn haired child had found his way to the stand. It was my little auburn haired child.

"Sherman!" I called to him in a frantic way and suddenly all eyes were on the past version of myself.

"Do you know this child?" The judge asked.

"No. Not at all." Past me said, turning to look at Sherman again.

"But you will." Sherman piped up sweetly.

"Sherman! Don't tell him that!" I found myself saying, forgetting where we currently were and who was in our presence.

Never once did anyone look to the back of the room to find the true source of the voice. All eyes were still on the very confused dog that stood in the stands.

"What on Earth are you talking about?" He asked, adjusting his wide rimmed glasses on the edge of his nose.

"In the future, I'm your son, and we go on lots of cool trips together." Sherman said, folding his arms behind his back.

"No... Idiot!" My eyes widened as I watched the scene in horror and only hoped that nothing more would be said on the matter.

"I do not have a son yet," My past self began. "Even if I did, why on Earth would it you? I am a very busy dog, and someone with your- Energetic nature, does not seem a good fit, now does it?"

Freezing in place, I looked to my past self, wondering why on earth I would ever say such a thing! That wasn't like me at all. That is until I remembered briefly the type of person I had been before I had adopted the boy. After this, I then looked to Sherman, his eyes just as wide with shock and his mouth hung open a bit. Slowly, my eyes turned to the judge, who looked disapproving at the dog in the stand.

"Oh no..." I muttered, looking over at Sherman again.

Was it just me, or did he seem more... Transparent...

By the time we returned to the WABAC, not only had I realized that Sherman was no longer at my side, but also that I was back in my own apartment. The WABAC having unbuilt itself. If you have guessed by now, my past self did not win his case that day. Which leads back up to present day, where I now stand on a slowly decaying timeline, writing everything down in a letter form so that I can remember that it all had happened. That at one point I had won my case and at one point, Sherman was my boy. If you are reading this, then you know that by now, I am no longer here.

Where I am going, I haven't the slightest. What I am doing though, I know all to well. I have gone to find Sherman, if he still exists in this world. I am not going to rebuild the WABAC, because that had been what started this whole thing. I will continue to send letters to myself however, to mark my progress in my search. Until next time.

-Mr. Peabody.

P.S: I believe I remembered to shut the oven off in the kitchen before I left, but like I said before though, I haven't been myself lately so if I didn't then please remind me to do so, later.