AN: I'm slightly adjusting the time here (although I'll try to keep true to the rest of the movie) and instead of taking place in 1909, I'm setting it six years later in 1915. That means that the second movie would have taken place around July of 1916. Thanks for allowing me this bit of freedom and thank you for checking out this fic.

Also, this fic is pretty weird but I hope you like it

What a Good Boy

Chapter One

It was hard to see one's children go off to new homes but that's what had happened. All three of Tramp's daughters had found dogs who loved them and when they got pregnant with puppies, a discussion was had and the girls went to live with their new beaus. The only pup he had left wasn't much of a puppy anymore, Scamp was more than a year old but he and Angel still enjoyed their home life.

Still, with the seriousness that people seemed to have and the way that they were talking on the news, there was something wrong. This wasn't the talks about dog shows or what to do for a holiday event. This was serious. He had heard something about drafting that he couldn't make out. Something about doing one's part for the country. The words didn't seem to make sense.

Tramp's head lifted as he heard talking again, "Jim, dear, you don't have to agree to go. I'm sure there are younger men who are going to sign up. I wish that you would at least consider staying with me and Junior again," Darling seemed to beg. Tramp tilted his head to the side as Lady trotted over to him.

"Is something going on?" she asked almost walking into the house but Tramp put his paw out, stopping her.

"To go all the way to France just to…" Darling fretted and Jim turned to her.

"It would be an honor to do my part in defending our country. I am sure that I won't be gone that long," he said and Darling made a painful moan. Tramp looked at them again before letting Lady through who immediately went to Darling to make sure that she was all right.

"What are we going to do?" Darling asked as she pushed her hand through Lady's fur. "I wish he wouldn't go," she said and Lady whined in agreement.

"Dad," Scamp said as he made his way over to his father and saw the concern on his face. "What's going on? What's happening?"

"Not sure, son," Tramp replied, "but it's best to let your mother comfort the humans. She's known them for longer than any of us. It's her special talent as she says," he said and Scamp nodded not liking the tension around the house.

"Just, if there's anything that I can do," Scamp insisted and Tramp nodded. He'd let him know.

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It had been a long time since Jim Dear had left. Tramp had seen him once in his uniform and it reminded him of the people he saw pictures of. There was always a lot of noise on the radio about fighting and wounds and deaths. These weren't things that any dog wished upon their master. Even though Jim Dear was gone, the house was definitely not empty. Aunt Sarah and those horrible cats had moved in. It had taken a long time to train Scamp not to pester the cats, shame that the cats wouldn't pester them.

Lady pushed her head against Tramp's cheek and licked him. "I miss him too," she told him before sighing. "Darling hasn't had him gone for this long before. I do hope that he's okay."

"Him," Tramp laughed throwing his head back, "Of course he's okay, tough human like him. I wouldn't be surprised if he came back tomorrow with that big ol' smile on his face. Humans are pretty resilient, pidge."

"Still, if I could reassure Darling of that fact then -" The two paused as they saw someone wearing army clothes walking towards the front door. They both watched as the man rang the doorbell and Aunt Sarah opened it. Lady instinctively ran in front of Tramp knowing the woman's dislike for him.

"Oh my gosh," she gasped, "Don't tell me. No…I couldn't bear it if -"

"I'm not here to deliver a notice of death. I am here because I wanted to see if you would give to the army, we have a new operation -"

"I will tell you that I give generously and often. Money is tight for us as well. I know that the men need for us to buy up bonds but we need enough to survive on as well," she protested and the man took off his hat.

"We are trying to get people to volunteer well-trained dogs who could help with -" the man said and Aunt Sarah smiled and laughed slightly.

"Oh, dogs," she said as Lady and Tramp looked to one another. "In that case. Take the grey ones."

The man smiled and thanked her before approaching the two dogs. Lady barked at him and Tramp stared at the man's hand as he reached it out for him. Tramp stared at him wide eyed. He had learned not to bite hands but Darling wasn't out here to say not to take him. He didn't want to go. He growled as he felt the man tug on his collar.

"Wait!" Darling yelled as Tramp was pulled forwards, "What is this? What's going on?"

"I'm volunteering two of your dogs for the war effort," Aunt Sarah told them and Darling shook her head. She took Tramp's collar in her own hand before letting him go. She very gently pet the top of his head. " It's killing two birds with one stone. It'll save you money and he'll help protect our boys."

"I'm not volunteering our dogs, Jim would hate the idea," she said and Aunt Sarah shook her head in full disagreement with this.

She leaned forwards, and whispered to the man, "Come back tonight, I'll talk her into the idea."

Tramp watched the man go feeling that this wasn't the end of things. He'd just have to make sure to warn his son. Humans shouldn't be doing this. Something felt so wrong about all of this.

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As night fell, Tramp's head lifted as he saw a van parking by the house. He saw the army man come out and looked around in a panic. He had thought that something would happen but he hadn't thought that it would be so fast. There were two more men with him. He remembered that Aunt Sarah had told him that the grey ones could be taken and as much as he wanted to run for it, he had to warn his son. He had lived longer than his son and he had already survived things other dogs couldn't. He needed to protect him, he couldn't live with himself if he didn't.

Running along to where he was sleeping, Tramp nudged him with his nose until he woke up. His heart was pounding in his chest. "Scamp!" he barked to him which alerted the men who were searching for them. "Scamp! Son, you need to run, now!"

Scamp blinked at him, he was extremely sleepy. He hadn't been there when the man had approached Aunt Sarah about needing dogs for some strange reason and he was regretting the fact that he hadn't told him about it until now.

"Dad?" Scamp blinked confused. "What are you talking about?"

Tramp heard the sounds of footsteps and he looked at his boy more determined, "Scamp, I know you like to follow your own rules but listen to me now. If it's the last piece of advice that you ever take from me. I need you to run and hide until these men leave."

"Who are they?" Scamp asked as Angel looked around too, "What do they want?"

"It doesn't matter," Tramp replied. He put his foot down on the ground. "I love you and I need you to do this. I need you to run and hide so they don't get you. I love you, son. You have to do what I tell you to do."

Scamp blinked sleepily before feeling a hand on the nape of his neck. He started to fill with panic and whined a little but saw his father look between him and the man despite another two men having their hands on him. Tramp leaned out and bit the hand on Scamp's neck which caused for the man to pull back. Scamp looked at the men who were holding his father and as much as he wanted to help, he knew that his dad was trying to help him. He had to run, as much as he hated it, he had to sprint away.

The last Tramp saw of him was him bounding over the fence and speeding away into the distance. Tramp felt his body go limp as he was thrown into the back of the van and the doors closed. He sighed and was unable to struggle as they injected something into his body. Hopefully these men would never come back for Scamp. That was his duty as a father and if he died on this very night, he had to believe that his little boy had survived.

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Jim had heard about the loss of the patriarch of the dog family and after Darling had written wanting him back, they had announced his death. It was always painful to lose an animal but the fact that Sarah had allowed the government to take him and even encouraged it broke his heart. He knew that the war was dirty and he was seeing things that he had never imagined, those types of brutalities hurt him but he had been rising through the ranks and the government was telling him about top secret recruitment of soldiers. Apparently these were the most obedient yet.

As Jim managed to get access into what looked like a jail cell. His eyes widened at the monstrosity which he was seeing. There were dogs near the entrance but they looked mutated, something was wrong with them. He had already signed for secrecy in this project but he hadn't been expecting animal cruelty. His heart burned as he thought about that gorgeous and heroic grey dog that he had left in that New England town.

"Our biggest success is in the back. I think that the intelligence must be quite low but the obedience is what we're looking for. They might not be able to understand the complexities of human language but I'm sure you can train them to follow short commands," the top ranking official said and Jim followed him down the hallway to where there looked like a prisoner's cell and in it was a man with a prison uniform.

It was almost unbelievable that this man used to be a dog. He felt haunted. There had to be something supernatural going on here, nothing scientific could have caused this to happen. The man was quite a charmer, he had dusty grey hair that was a bit unkempt but he looked like one of those every day men in the movies…well, apart from he might be a bit more handsome than that. Still, Jim couldn't shake the feeling that he looked familiar.

"You're going to be the first one to speak with him. Isn't it a success? This is the first one to get to this stage who hasn't died," the other man said eagerly and Jim looked at him disgusted. He saw that there was an empty dog bowl as well as a half empty bowl of water. They were still treating them like dogs.

"Bring him out," Jim ordered feeling something familiar about this man but that haunted him even more. This man used to be a dog, that's what they were telling him. He was going to talk to him as if he were a human. Maybe he couldn't understand him but they needed to find out what kind of intelligence they had. If this man was suffering then euthanasia was an option and that could be the most humane thing of all.

The man was prodded awake and led with a lead to a bench. He looked at Jim slowly.

"Hello," Jim said as he offered his hand and the other man took it nervously, it was as if he was instructed to shake and Jim hated that. Dogs were being tested on in here and experimented on. Hopefully Tramp hadn't had to suffer too long. "I'm Sergeant First Class James Brown of the United States Army. Can you understand what I'm saying?" he asked nervously.

"Ye-yes," the man nodded and Jim's eyes widened, he took a step back. He hadn't expected for the dogs-turned-humans to speak English. That had been a shock to him. "I…I..you're…James…" he said before cringing and putting a hand to his forehead.

"And, boy," Jim said as he studied the younger man who looked in his early twenties. "What is your name?"

The man looked to him and shrugged, "I don't…I don't know," he told him. Yes, there had to be a magical element to this which no one was telling him about. "I don't…remember…I woke up and…and dogs…I can't…"

"You're having trouble remembering?" Jim asked him and the man nodded. "You don't remember anything?" he asked and the man blinked at him and shook his head.

"You…loo- do I…know you?" he asked as he felt ill from being outside of the cage. Jim looked at the men around him who seemed to be in shock that he was able to follow conversations this well. Of course none of them had known that dogs could actually listen to human speech.

"Here is his file," the official said and the man lay down on the bench. Jim stared at him before taking the envelope. As he opened it, his eyes widened. There were about six pieces of paper and then something else that made chills go through his spine as he held it up. He had picked out this collar himself. He looked at the paperwork where there was a picture of Tramp at various stages of the testing. He was always identified by a number.

"Is this a joke?" he asked, his eyes flashing with anger as he put the items back in the folder. "What is this? What kind of -" he looked around to the other dogs who were starting to look as if they would be human soon as well. His heart ached and he saw the human version of his dog having fallen asleep with his leg kicking the air. "This was my dog," he whispered to them and the shock grew. It truly seemed that none of them had known.

"It's okay, boy," Jim said as he gently moved 'Tramp's head onto his lap. "It'll be okay now. I'll protect you, I promise."

"So we'll enlist this man under your -"

"I want him as close to me as possible," Jim said as he gently massaged the younger man's back. "How dare you do this to my dog" he whispered coldly. He looked to the man who was still asleep with his head on his lap. He hoped there would be a way to turn him back but if not then he would treat Tramp like a second son to him. It was what the dog deserved.

End of Chapter One

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