A/N: Here's some Lady POV bye.


After a nice day of... "work" is what Tramp calls it, but it's really just playing, I decide that it's time to talk.

"Hey, you awake?" I call.

"Yeah, Pidge?" he says, lifting his head from my back. "What's up?"

"Well, remember how I wanted to talk to you earlier? About the heats?"

"Yeah? Did you want to finish that talk? If so," the vagabond yawns. "I'm ready when you are. Just gimme a minute to stretch myself out."

I let him do his thing and wait until he tells me he's ready.

"So, as I was saying, we've been together for two years now, right?"

"Yeah..." he deadpans. "Our anniversary was today."

"Yes, and I think that the next time I go into heat...I think I'll stay here instead of going to the other burrow."

"Wh-what?" He sputters. "Lady, you know why we do that! We do it so I don't lose control and get you pregnant! Because neither of us are ready for pups yet!"

"Well, Tramp," I sigh. "That's the thing. It's been two years. I'm ready. I don't know if you are. You can say no if you want."

"I...I'll think about it. About how long is it until your next heat?"

"A few weeks. And...there's something else I wanted to ask you. You won't like it."

"What is it, Lady? Don't worry, I'll do my best to stay calm."

"Well...I'd like to admit to something first. You know how I got mad at you for going to town on your own?"

"Yeah."

"I was being just a little bit hypocritical." Upon seeing the annoyed look on his face, I continue. "You're gonna like this even less. I've been visiting Jock and Trusty. My old friends?"

The mention of Jock leads him into a growl. "Why? They hurt you. They hurt me. Why, Lady?"

"Because, Tramp! They're my friends! You've made just as many mistakes as they have, and I've forgiven you! And I talked to them about you. They don't hate you anymore. They saw how healthy I looked, how good you've been taking care of me. They wanted to ask me to ask you to come so they could apologize. And besides, we can't go there on our own now because of our new rule."

"Fine." He mutters, obviously unhappy with the idea. "We'll go tomorrow."

"Thanks, Tramp."

"Don't mention it, Pidge."


The two of us step into the town. Tramp is very on edge. He doesn't trust them. He moves a little closer to me and I can feel his recently-cleaned fur brushing against me.

I made him wash off, like, really wash off. He was incredibly agitated, but I don't want him to make a bad...fourth impression?

"Where are they gonna be, Pidge?" He asks, still uneasy.

"They said they'd meet us by Francois."

We head in that direction and shortly after are called by two others.

"Oi, Lassie! Ov'r 'ere!"

I rush over, but Tramp gets in front of me.

He's being really protective.

"So, I see you brought your 'handsome hero'." Trusty chuckles.

Tramp looks at me for a moment before joining Trusty.

The two of them didn't have as big of a problem as-

"Now, laddie. Dinnae if she alr'dy told ya this, but the two of us would just like to apologize fer what we said and did all that time ago."

Tramp continues to eye him with distrust.

"We shoulda listened ta Lassie 'ere wh'n she said 'twas 'er decision. So, er, we brought ya somethin' to try 'nd make up for it."

Jock pushes a small box towards him

The mutt looks at it with wariness, before opening it.

Inside is a meat-covered bone. Even Tramp, for all his skepticism, has his tongue slipping out of his mouth.

It means a lot more than he knows. Jock guards his bones with his life. He didn't think I had known about his hiding spot, but I had. For Jock to give one away, he is truly being sincere.

"Thanks, San- I mean Jock." He grins, relaxing.

"So, you call yourself 'Tramp', huh?" Trusty asks. "Or is it still 'The Tramp'?"

"Well, oldie, only my friends can call me just 'Tramp'. So, you can call me Tramp. You too, Jock."

Looks like they're getting along.

We leave shortly after, wanting to avoid being caught by the Junkyard Dogs.

Tramp has a soft smile on his face as we walk away.


A/N: So serene...

Y'all better be ready for the next two chapters. 10 is extra long.