I apologize in advance for being slow between updates; I am a VERYslow writer. Also, I do NOT own Phineas and Ferb, otherwise Phinbella would have become canon halfway through the first season and every episode would be written like a romance novel (except without sex) and would just be about Phineas and Isabella dating, and eventually marrying.

Second Dimension Isabella's POV

Just about anyone else in my situation would have utterly terrified. A few years ago, I probably would have been utterly terrified. In fact, if I was going to be completely honest with myself, I was utterly terrified right now. I was just forcing myself to push those emotions aside for the moment. Not very effectively, it must be said, but I was making the effort.

I glanced over my shoulder. My earpiece shook, threatening to fall off and sever my only link back to my own dimension, but I couldn't spare the time or mental resources to reach up and fix it. Every ounce of my concentration was focused on running faster than humans were ever intended to, and getting to Phineas and Ferb. Anything beyond that wasn't important enough to bother with.

The NormBots were filling the air around me with laser beams, but didn't seem to be able to land a single hit. For all his intelligence, Doofenshmirtz never had gotten around to upgrading the NormBots' targeting equipment. The lasers almost never hit, but they could cause some serious damage if they did. Just ask Adyson.

Almost as a reminder of what they could do, one of the beams grazed my head, singing a few locks of my hair. I felt the beginnings of a serious burn where it hit. I ignored it. I couldn't do anything else.

In front of me, the alleyway I was running down opened into a major street; Oak, I think it was. I couldn't remember Danville's old street names. When I reached it, I jumped, landing in the bed of a truck. In my satchel was a laser I'd salvaged from a NormBot I'd disabled with a brick. Until now, I hadn't had enough time to use it, but now I pulled it out and made sure it was loaded.

Behind me, I could hear the NormBots crashing through the cars, and people screaming as they did. The truck I was in swerved violently, pulling me against the side and almost making me lose my grip on the laser. I pulled myself far enough out of the bed to take aim at the NormBots and squeezed off a blast.

It missed. It didn't even come close; it clipped a passing minivan three lanes away.

I slammed my fist against the truck bed in frustration. I suppose it made sense that, since the NormBots themselves were so inaccurate, weapons salvaged from their bodies would be too. It still made me angry. I tried to take another shot, but the truck swerved again, shoving me against the side again.

When I managed to pull myself up, the NormBots seemed to have spotted me and were following the truck, gaining steadily. I shot at them again and rolled off the truck. I felt something in my foot break when I did, but that was a problem for later.

The NormBots shot past me, apparently unprepared to turn quickly. One of them started smoking and shaking, but the other two seemed fine; I must have clipped him with the laser. The pain in my foot started to increase. I pulled a bottle labeled "fast-acting painkillers" out of my satchel and downed three pills. The pain in my foot started to recede. It was only a temporary measure, but it should give me enough time to get to Phineas and Ferb.

I stood up shakily, trying to keep weight off my injured foot. I couldn't feel anything in it, but I knew it was still badly injured. The two remaining NormBots began to come back around. Lying on the road next to me was a thick wooden plank. I picked it up with one hand and held up my laser with the other.

When the NormBots were almost on top of me, I jumped to the side and fired my laser. As it hit the first NormBot, bringing it down with a spray of smoke and sparks, I swung the plank at the other. It connected, with a sound like a rusty bell, and the NormBot hit the ground.

I planted my foot on its chest. It struggled, but the plank I'd hit it with must have damaged it badly. With deliberation, I placed my laser in the gap between its head and its body. Its struggling increased, to no avail.

I pulled the trigger.

It stopped moving.

I began trembling violently. The painkillers were already starting to wear off, and my ankle started to feel broken again.

"Oh my god," I heard someone say from behind me. I turned and saw a short, brown-haired woman climbing out of a car.

"What happened here?" she asked. She turned to me and her expression of shock turned into one of horror. "And what happened to you?"

I looked down at my foot. Blood was starting to cover it, like a gunshot wound from a pre-Doofenshmirtz movie. I could feel the pain start to increase, and I knew I probably wouldn't be able to stand on it soon.

"I need you to get me somewhere," I said.

"A hospital?"

I shook my head.

"Maple Drive. It's in the suburbs, about a half-hour from here."

She looked down at my ankle.

"I don't know... Your foot looks like it needs medical attention."

In my satchel, along with the laser and the painkillers was a stack of pre-Doofenshmirtz money we'd scavenged from the ruins of Old Danville. I pulled out a few of the bills and waved them at her. I saw her eyes light up at the sight.

"I need to get to Maple Drive. I don't know how much these are worth, but I'll give you all of them that I have if you take me there now."

She didn't say anything, and for a moment I thought I'd missed my chance at getting back to Phineas and Ferb. Twenty seconds later, she was two hundred pieces of green paper richer, and I was sprawled out in the back of her car, finally about to see Phineas and Ferb.

Second Dimension Baljeet's POV

There was a brief moment of glorious silence. I had been far too deprived of such moments over the last two days, and it was greatly welcome.

But before I had time to savor it, the rest of the room erupted into cheers, and my poor eardrums nearly ruptured. Don't get me wrong, I was just as happy as the rest of them that Isabella had made it to the First Dimension. I was probably happier, in fact, since I had had so much to do with getting her there. It was just that everyone besides me had gotten more than four hours of sleep in the last two days, while I was running on Mountain Dew and adrenaline.

I opened another two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew and took a long drink. I could see the beginnings of a long party, and I knew I wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vanessa kissing Ferb. I smiled a little. The two of them and only really started talking after Doofenshmirtz the Second came to power, and it was soon obvious to everyone except them that they really liked each other. Of course, without that weird accident with a suspended animation machine, the age gap between them would have made the two of them getting together something only deranged fangirls would want.

In the meantime, someone seemed to have compromised my public-address system and was blasting loud music over the speakers. I would find out who it was and set their belongings on fire when I could muster the necessary concentration, and when my head didn't feel like it was tearing itself apart. Right now, even though it was a lost cause, I was going to try and get some sleep. My computer beeped as I got up. I ignored it.

My quarters were on the next floor up from the command center. Every step I took made my head pound like a drum. By the time I finally made it to my bunk, I could see about two feet in front of me. I flopped onto my bed and tried to fall asleep. The music coming from upstairs made my bed vibrate, which, as you might imagine, did not help matters.

In spite of this, I managed to tune out the rest of the world and felt myself quickly drifting off into sleep.

Suddenly, I remembered that beeping my computer had made. I hadn't been paying attention to it at the time, but it might have been... But was it?

I wasn't sure, but I had to check. I pushed myself out of my bed and ran back down the stairs to the command center. Nothing seemed to have changed since I left. Loud music was still blaring on the speakers, and everyone still seemed to be partying loudly.

My computer was still beeping when I arrived. I did a quick check of our defense system, and found that three of our twenty-four defense turrets were down. I pulled up the security camera footage for one of them.

The screen showed only static. I swore under my breath and moved on to the next one. I didn't see anything. I squinted a bit. The only thing that caught my attention was a faint shimmering just across from the turret. With a quick series of commands, I took manual control of the turret, swivelled it to face the shimmering, and fired it.

Someone materialized in the shimmering and was blasted back to the wall in a spray of gore. The cameras weren't equipped for audio, but I heard a faint thunk far down one of the corridors. No one else seemed to notice it, which didn't seem all that surprising.

The shimmering in the air was still there. There must have been someone else there. I swiveled the turret again, but apparently whoever it was had learned their lesson. The shimmering pattern started moving down the hallway, which probably meant the person was running away. I swiveled the turret back towards him and started firing. Several shots went wide before one of them hit. Just like the first person, this one decloaked and hit the wall in a spray of gore. I heard another thud down one of the hallways.

I gave myself a few seconds to breath and let my heartbeat slow down, and then my mind flooded with questions. Who were these people? Where did they get this technology? Who sent them here?

Of course, the answer to that last question was obvious. It had to be Doofenshmirtz. But why just these people? Even if they were completely hidden, it would only have been a matter of time before somebody noticed them.

At that last thought, I looked up at everybody else. On second thought, these people probably wouldn't have noticed a full-on invasion. But still, only two people was an inefficient way to take down our base. Doofenshmirtz's one great advantage over us was numbers. If I was in his place, I would have used that to maximum effect. So why wasn't he?

As if in response my computer began beeping. My heart fell, and I checked the message, a feeling of apprehension beginning to descend on me.

Another defense turret was down. There were more of them in the base. And on the long-range scanners, there were more radar signatures than the scanners could handle.

I had to tell the others. I frantically tried to hack back into my intercom system, to turn off the music and make myself heard, but whoever had broken into my system, he was good. It took me the better part of five minutes to get through, by which time most of our defense network was offline.

Two minutes of explanation later

There were a few moments of silence. Nobody spoke, nobody even breathed. The Candace showed us why, after all these years, she was still our leader. She took charge immediately, sending out everybody to arm themselves and ready us for the attack. I merely fell back into my chair. I was the researcher, the science expert. There was little I could do but wait and pray.