Welcome to this new...thingamabob...story-thing that I'm posting. (Boy, I felt so confident going into that sentence...)

Like I said in the summary, these one and two-shots will NOT be posted in chronological order. I will write and post them as I come up with them.

I recommend reading this one-shot, and then reading Three Platypi and an Evil Organization. And if you come across a couple stupid names, please understand I got them off of Google a couple years ago 0:) 0:)

I DO NOT OWN PHINEAS AND FERB, AND I DONT COMPLETELY OWN THE TWO CHARACTERS MENTIONED ONE PARAGRAPH ABOVE. ANY OTHER CHARACTER YOU DO NOT RECOGNIZE IS PROBABLY MINE.

(Pixie's POV)

Pixie and Perry sat awkwardly next to each other in O.W.C.A's rec room. Two of Pixie's older sisters- Dassy and Dairry- were playing a game of checkers.

Amy- Pixie's oldest sister- was sitting in a chair, reading something. She looked up from her book and smirked when she saw her sister sitting on the couch next to Perry. Pixie spotted the smirk and glared at her. "Don't you dare say a word",
Pixie was hoping her look said.

So maybe she had humiliated herself by tripping and falling into Perry's arms the day before. So maybe her eldest sister had begun shipping the two of them. It wasn't like Perry was adorable, or talented, or practical, and it wasn't like Pixie could feel
a crush for him beginning to form, it was- okay, maybe those things were the case. But still! Not many people enjoy being shipped, and Pixie was one of them.

"Wow, Pixie," Dairry commented, moving a piece forward on the board, "you're awfully quiet today. I like it."

"I wonder why," Dassy thought, taking yet another one of Dairry's pieces off in the process.

Dairry glared at her twin before saying, "Why I like it?"

"No, why Pixie's being so quiet."

"I think I know," Amy grinned. Pixie shot her another look. "Shut up."

Those few sentences must have broken the troublesome silence because Perry then turned to Pixie. "Major Monogram wants me to teach you, but it'll be hard to do that if we don't know each other very well."

"So..."

Perry grinned. "So tell me something about yourself, Pixie."

"W-Well..." Pixie stuttered. "Um..."

"She's a chatterbox," Amy offered. "Well, normally."

"She's a surprisingly good singer," Dassy commented. Perry shot Pixie a surprised look, and she shrugged.

"She's a pest," Dairry finished. Pixie shot her sister a glare at that.

"I don't think so," Perry countered. "I think she's sweet."

(Perry's POV)

Perry blushed, realizing what he said, and Pixie blushed as well. "I-I-I-I mean that she's nice," Perry immediately began stammering. "'Sweet' is nice and I like nice people."

He couldn't believe he nearly humiliated himself like that! Just because you might possibly have a crush on Pixie, you don't need to let everyone know, much less Pixie herself, Perry scolded himself. "I-I meant like things I wouldn't know."

"Like the singing!" Dassy defended.

"Yes," Perry admitted, "like the singing."

"Well..." Pixie spoke up again for the first time in several minutes. "What else?"

(Pixie's POV)

Perry scooted a little bit closer to Pixie, which, she realized, he was probably not even aware of that. But it made Pixie uncomfortable, so she scooted a bit further to the edge of the couch.

Amy shot her littlest sister a smug look. Pixie returned it with a glare before turning back to Perry.

"How did your whole family end up part of O.W.C.A?" Perry asked curiously. "I'd say that's something helpful to know."

Pixie hesitated, then exchanged a nervous/questioning glance with each and every one of her sisters. Dassy and Dairry had hesitant looks, too, but Amy's look was full of warmth. "Go ahead," she seemed to say.

"Uh, well..." Pixie began slowly. "I'll tell you if we exchange. I tell you my past, you tell me yours."

Perry seemed to hesitate for only a second. "Okay."

"None of us knowour father very well, he left Mom before Ihatched," Pixie began. "So we don't know much about him. Mom was part of O.W.C.A. When I was only a couple years old, Mom went on a mission and didn't return. She's been M.I.A. for
fourteen years now."

"I'm so sorry," Perry said, shocked. "If I had known-"

"But you didn't," Pixie responded. "It's fine." She smirked a little. "Now it's your turn."

Perry hesitated. "Well, I didn't say your sisters had to hear. Come on, let's go somewhere, just the two of us. I'd rather your siblings not know."

"J-J-Just the t-t-two of us?" Pixie repeated, mentally kicking herself for the stutters. "O-Okay."

As the two platypi got up, Amy shot her youngest sister yet another smug smile. Pixie just rolled her eyes this time. Why were siblings so annoying?

(...)

"So..." Pixie began once she and Perry were outside of HQ. "How'd YOU get mixed up with O.W.C.A?"

"You never met your father, and it seems that you never knew your mother well, right?"

"I guess you're right... Why?"

Perry sighed. "It's just... Honestly, sometimes I wish I didn't know mine..."

"Were they not good parents?" It felt strange for Pixie to have only known him for a few days- and for him to be the American division's top O.W.C.A. agent- and to already be finding out about stuff like that.

He chuckled and shook his head. "No, they were amazing. That's why it was so hard when I lost them."

"What happened?"

Perry sat down on on a bench, and Pixie followed his lead. "A bear attacked my family one day," he began. "My parents... They didn't make it."

Pixie put a paw to her beak. "Oh, my gosh," she murmured. "How old were you?"

"One week."

"You became an orphan at seven days old?!"

"Yep," Perry sighed.

"Who took care of you?"

"Me." At Pixie's shocked look, he explained. "I'm an only child."

"Oh..." With three sisters, Pixie sure didn't understand how that felt.

"Anyway, about a week later, Major Monogram and the Major before him found me wandering the Tri-State Forest and took me in. That's how I joined O.W.C.A."

Perry closed his eyes, and Pixie could see a tear or two running down his cheek. "Are you okay?"

He opened his eyes again and forced a smile. "Yeah."

Pixie gave him a disbelieving look, and Perry sighed before looking down at his lap and closing his eyes again. "It's just... It's painful every time I retell it."

The two platypi were silent for a few minutes. Pixie stared at him sympathetically for a little before realizing that even though he had friends, he only had two. And they weren't able to comfort him enough. He needed more people who could stand by him
and help him.

Pixie spotted Perry's paw, and, after hesitating quite a few times, slowly placed her paw on his. He looked up, his cheeks a light red. Pixie smiled encouragingly, hoping her cheeks weren't as red as they felt.

Maybe she had a little bit of a crush on him, but there wasn't anything romantic involved in that gesture. Pixie was just letting Perry know that he had another friend.

Anyone else squealing right now? xD xD xD xD