A/N: A short little update. I just saw the movie today with my sister and had to write this scene.
Plot: Peaody's thoughts right before he bit Ms. Grunion.
Warning: Some spoilers to the movie. Not word for word.
Additional Notes: This does take place a while into the future but then I'll return to his younger years. Unless you guys request an idea before hand which you have.
She would dare to deem him an unfit parent. She dared to call his child a dog, not better than the one who raised him. She dared to side with that evil little girl, the same one who had harassed Sherman to the point of attacking, to not even listen to what the little boy had to say or even considering all that the dog had done for the boy! Including rescuing him from that dreaded alley and giving him the home and family that he deserved. She dared to do all that and still saw him to be the one at fault!
Regardless of what he thought though, Peabody could not intervene. He could not risk any further attention to his side of the argument, and risk it being used against him should he have to go to court again. Instead, the dog watched, pleading from his spot in the living room as he watched his boy getting dragged along like a lifeless ragdoll. He felt something bubble in his chest at the sight, and it was something he just could not explain.
"O-ow! You're hurting me!" Sherman cried, attempting to pull his arm away from the evil woman.
The woman turned to Sherman with a cold glare in her eyes and pulled hard on the boy's arm. He went stumbling forward, just narrowly hitting his face against the panel of the elevator before straightening himself out. Quickly, he turned to his adoptive father and cast him a quick glance. One that read 'Don't let this happen! Please, what ever happens, don't let them take me from you!'
"Mr. Peabody! Dad!" Sherman cried out suddenly, trying again to get his arm free.
"Sherman!" Peabody called back, save for the string of curses and other things he just wished to scream to the world right this very moment.
'No! Please don't take him! He is all I have! He is the only family I have now, you can't take him! Not after all we've been through!' The dog thought quickly, his heart hammering in his chest.
He knew that either way, spoken or thought; his words wouldn't make any difference right now. That woman was taking Sherman away and there was nothing he could do about it. She would not listen to either the parent, nor the child. She was willing to hurt one emotionally and one physically just to get her way. She didn't care if she was hurting either of them either. That one of them was only a child at a tender age, whose eyes already held great fear and despair.
'That is my child! My puppy! I can't just stand here and let her take him. She'll take him to an awful place and he will get hurt. I just know it!'
In that moment, Peabody looked quickly up into Sherman's eyes for what he felt would be the last time. They were still frozen with the unspoken words of 'Don't let this happen!' in them, and right when Peabody was about to give into defeat, something happened. Something in Peabody just snapped. He recognized that look anywhere. It was the same look that met his eyes for the first time seven years ago, back when he had first found Sherman. The look the little boy gave him the first time he was taken away, and the same one he gave him when both were frightened of the thought of losing the court case. Those same little eyes that reflected the dog's own so perfectly. They were the ones that he fell in love with upon first seeing them. They would always belong to the little boy he swore to protect all those years ago.
So why was he here now? Watching that dreaded woman hurt Sherman. His Sherman! His beloved child and pup!
Feeling that familiar bubble in his chest, something in Peabody just snapped. He began to growl, all of his senses set at protect as he balled up his fists. He didn't know what he was about to do next, but what he did know what that he was not about to let someone harm his puppy and get away with it. In a sudden moment of pure nerve and instinct, he jumped and the next thing he knew, his jaw was clamped down into the dark pink skin of the woman's wrist. A part of him knew that he would regret this action, but the part of him that was in control knew one thing and one thing only.
Sherman was away from that woman now. He was out of her grasp and he was safe. Even if it was only for a little while, at least his puppy was safe for now. Thats all that mattered. With a satisfied smirk, the dog withdrew himself from the woman's arm, glancing at his handy work of a bite mark that now stood out against her skin.
"Oh! He bit me!" The fat woman yelped, staring at the dog in bewilderment.
"Never. Touch. My child." The dog growled, his fur standing on end.
He looked over to his child, feeling himself flood with relief when he saw that he was okay and remembering the promise he had made all those years ago. He promised to protect this child with everything he had, and he didn't care what sort of authority that woman had over them. He promised he would keep him safe and he intended on keeping that promise. No matter what.