A/N: I am so sorry. I am so sorry but I had to do it. I know it seems to soon but I had to write this :P Then after that I will never go back to it again, I promise. One more sad chapter and then after that I'll start working on some happy requests. I promise, double update today.

Plot: 'No matter how far away I might seem, I'm always here with you.'

Warning: Character death.

Sometime into the Future:

If Penny wasn't there with him, Sherman felt that he would not be able to make it through this visit. She held his hand and kept him rooted to this earth, but sadly her hand would not anchor his beloved father the same way. Neither of them spoke as their eyes traced over the several tubes and heart monitor that was attached to the dog in the hospital bed. They both hated how the hospital made him suffer by keeping him alive.

"Sherman... Everythings going to be okay, Sherman." Penny tried to comfort him, saying anything she thought was right. "Cherish these moments with him... You'll be okay."

The red-head did not speak, he just bowed his head and let silent tears fall. He tried to think back to all of the good times he had with his adoptive father but found those mere moments were not enough. Even with all the time they had in the world, it all dubbed down to just a blink in their existence, and another blink in the time space continuum. He knew he would have to try, if not for Peabody or Penny's sake, then for his own sake. Looking up, he wiped his eyes and turned to Penny.

"Can I be alone with my dad?" He said weakly, feeling a tad of relief when Penny nodded her head and left without a fight.

The door closing behind her sounded so loud and so distance to him as he stood at the foot of the bed. He didn't notice it yet, but his father's emerald eyes had fluttered opened. He wouldn't have noticed it either, if it hadn't been for the weak voice, one which he was used to being to witty and strong, speaking to him.

"S-Sherman... Come here..." Mr. Peabody whispered, trying to sit up enough to see his son, but instead settled for laying on his back.

Sherman tensed and was hesitant at first. He did not want to see Peabody like this, he wanted to remember him as the healthy and youthful dog that he had come to love after all of these years. He was so hesitant at first, that he felt as though his numb body would just pass through the walls of the hospital and he would never see his father again. That was not the case though, and he soon found himself shuffling closer to the bedside and upon his arrival, Peabody spoke again.

"Sit down... Sherman." He said gently, coughing weakly into his hand. "Te-tell me about your day."

Sherman's voice hitched in his throat and his words died there. He followed the order of sitting in the hard, plastic chair of the hospital room and found his eyes drifting away from his father and instead to the bedside clock. It read 4:50AM and he felt his heart stop. Time, which what used to be the family's greatest alley, was now their biggest enemy as they spent their final moments together. In just a few hours it seemed, their family would be torn apart again, this time forever. It was up to the boy to make them last for as long as he could. To hold back death just a little bit longer so that he could say goodbye.

"I had a dream a few hours ago." Sherman began, reaching out a hand and placing it on his father's paw. "Miss. Grunion came back again... She was draped all in black and instead of taking me away... It was you she took... Do you think it means anything?"

Of course, he knew exactly what it meant. Ms. Grunion always spelt bad fortune in his mind. She was always the one to destroy their make-shift family in his past dreams as a child, and her being draped in black made him believe that she represented death this time. She was coming for Mr. Peabody, to finally take away the only family that Sherman did not have. He knew that's what it meant, but he wanted Peabody to have something to think about, and have something to say.

"No, Sherman." The dog said weakly, lifting his paw up shakily and placing it like a dead weight atop Sherman's head. "It doesn't mean anything... Now tell me about your day."

"Penny and I haven't left the hospital... But I saw a little boy outside today. He was from the Hardrock Orphanage also." Sherman said, his voice cracking a little as he spoke, but he still managed to keep a smile. "It made me want to adopt a boy of my own... And take him on adventures like you used to... It also made me want to ask, if you wanted to go on one last trip... With me in the WABAC."

He knew it was a stupid want, as well as an impossible one. His father was on death's doorstep, a final trip would likely kill him at this point. It was such a horrible thing to say, but he was surprised when he heard Peabody weakly chuckle at this comment.

"Sherman... I am to old to travel in the WABAC, but I can travel, into a story." Mr. Peabody said, not making a load of sense but soon began to laugh again. "I'd prefer Rip Van Winkle as a story, if you can get that joke, but I'd also want to know the story of your future, Sherman."

"Yes, I get it dad! For once I get it!" Sherman cried, laughing loud and bitterly as the joke rang through his head. "But I can't tell you of my plans... I don't have any. I don't know what to do here without you! I'm only 18, Mr. Peabody! You can't let me do this on my own!"

"Sherman! Sherman... Calm down, my boy." Peabody said with what ever remaining strength he had left in his voice. "Life is an adventure we all have to take on our own, but Sherman, I'm not leaving you."

"Yes you are! You're dying! You aren't supposed to die Mr. Peabody! You're never supposed to die!" He shot back.

Sherman looked up at him, tear spilling out of his eyes like mad as he waited for the man to explain this. To explain how he wasn't leaving him even though he was dying! He needed to know what this all meant! He had so much he wanted to say to him right now but he knew that even if time stopped now, he would never have enough time to say everything he needed to. Peabody sat up suddenly and threw his arms around Sherman tightly.

"'No matter how far away I might seem, I'm always here with you." Peabody said suddenly, without a break in his voice. "Even in death, I will never leave you. You are my son and I love you, and I want don't want you to be held back by this minor set back. So please, for me, be happy."

Sherman gasped, sitting up slowly. He could hear the heart monitor faintly in the distance, and knew that time was of the essence. If he was going to say something, he had to do it now.

"I love you too, dad! I love you so much, you were the only family I had for the longest time and I swear, for your sake I will try! I swear to God, I'm trying! I am going to try to get through High School, and I'm going to try to get a boy of my own one day, and make a life for myself! I'm going to try and make you proud!" Sherman said, suddenly hugging his father tightly as he felt the other's hug lessening. "I promise... I love you..."

"Thank you... I love you too, Sherman..."

Beep... Beep... Beep... Beeep...

Recording:

"Is it rolling? Oh! Its on!" Mr. Peabody's voice sounded, just as a black screen parted to revile him sitting in his old arm chair. "Hello Sherman! I'm not sure if you'll remember this, but today is your birthday an- Where are you right now?"

The dog suddenly leans forward and plucks a one year old, Sherman from his lap and places him on his lap. He lifts the baby's hand so that he can wave at it and then sets him back down again with a tender smile.

"That was you just now. You are only a year old, but who knows how old you are now." He said with a gentle laugh. "But that is besides the point. I am filming this video for at the title on the tape may suggest, I have died and you need my guidance."

He paused again, and then stood up so that he could adjust the camera a bit before speaking again.

"Sherman, I just wanted to tell you, that while you're not the perfect child I originally wanted, I would never trade you for anything." Peabody says in all seriousness. "I am saying this now, because I feel that if I don't, then I will never be able to again."

He looked away from the screen and took a deep breath, attempting to calm his frazzled nerves. Looking back up, it was evident that he had tears in his eyes.

"Sherman, I am sure that you know of the WABAC by now... You've known about it for quite some time now." Peabody began again, biting at his lower lip every so often. "And you should know that in time, you can not return to a point in which you existed."

There was a knocking at the door behind the camera suddenly, and Mr. Peabody shook his head as he took the camera and carried it away. He ended up in his bedroom, away from all of the outside noises and distractions. Adjusting the camera on his dresser table again, he attempted his speech again.

"I remember what you said. About how I am never supposed to die... Because you needed me here with you-" He paused and sighed heavily, removing his glasses quickly to rub his head. "That's why I had the WABAC built, Sherman. So like when we would travel to Rome or Paris to seek guidance from all of the time's greatest minds, you could do the same with me when I am gone. I've left a letter for you, hidden somewhere in the WABAC. When you find it, I don't want you to open it until you've had a boy of your own, whose all grown up now. Then you can open it."

He paused for an added effect, and then continued.

"But if you found this video first, which I am sure you did because its been entrusted to you in my will, along with all of my other possessions, I am just going to tell you now what I've done." His voice became stone serious. "I've fixed the WABAC, Sherman. So in the case that you feel like you are missing me, or at any moment you feel alone, you can use it to return to a moment in your life when you were most happy. Any moment at all, and you can relive that moment as long as you want without changing a thing. It works, believe me it works. I've tested it before and I promise you that it will not changing a thing."

Baby Sherman's cooing could be heard in the background of the video as the recorder's battery level began to drop rapidly. Peabody shook his head and took a deep breath. He didn't have much time left to get this all out, and while there was still so much he had to say to Sherman, he would have to limit it. Peabody could tell him later after all, because if he ever did use the WABAC, then they would have all the time in the world. The knock on the door in the kitchen sounded louder this time as he went on with the video.

"I want you to know also, Sherman. In case you don't ever use the WABAC for that again... That I love you, and I am always proud of you no matter what." He said suddenly. "You are my son, even when I am gone, you will still be my little puppy. I love you, and I want you to know that you should never be afraid."

He slowly bent and picked up the little redhead and had him wave to the screen again as he held him tightly in his arms, as if afraid that the little bundle would leave the moment the video drew to a close.

"No matter how far away I may seem, I am always here with you. Even now in this video, I am here with you and once the camera lets go, I will still be holding you in my arms." He said, reaching his paw over to shut off the short video. "Good night, Sherman... I hope to see you again soon."

Everything went black after that.