Third Chappie! Not much to say about this one, but it's probably gonna be short. It's not a filler, this is actually really important to the plot, so don't forget about it. I'm really looking forward to reading your reviews for this XD It was actually just supposed to be Perry and Phinny cuteness, but it turned into this big thing and I was like 'what the heck?'. So yeah. Anyway, you'll probably be able to pick out the important bits. It's NOT mass chaos, because I did edit this time. Enjoy!

Perry pov

I made sure the little girls were asleep before trotting over to Dystopian and pulling on his cape. He looked down and smiled softly.

"Hey Perry." He said. I raised an eyebrow and he shook his head. "Phineas isn't here. He stayed just long enough to make sure Isabella was comfortable, then left."

He looked over at the others – Liz and Josh in one corner, talking about something or other; Suzy, Sera, and Kirsten on the floor sleeping, angelic expressions on their tiny faces; Vanessa and Dallas, (who had decided to stay the night) by the monitor where I'd gotten most of my missions from Major Monogram before the takeover, talking in low voices and obviously trying not to be overheard; Isabella, Addison, and Gretchen catching up by the coffee machine we had in the small makeshift kitchen – we had enough supplies to hole up down here for months on end. Beovulph was shadowing the girls without intruding on their privacy. Dystopian tilted his head towards the elevator that led up to the tree door.

"I'll cover for you." He said. "Go. You're the only one Phineas will talk to these days." I nodded and ran over to it, shimmying up the tube because the elevator was no longer working. Phineas had taken it out when we had been forced into hiding so it would be harder for spies to get in. The problem was, it was also hard for non-spies to get in and out.

Once I made it to the top, I peered out the slot in the door until I was positive there was no one watching me. After that, I pushed the door up and slid out, closing it softly behind me before hurrying towards the darkened house that used to be the Flynn-Fletcher family residence. Once I stepped through the door, my old instincts kicked in, and I felt an overwhelming urge to take my hat off and act like a mindless animal. Shaking it off as best I could, I looked around, trying to ignore the broken furniture and torn curtains so I could focus on finding Phineas. I knew he sometimes came here to think, even though it probably made him even more depressed and angry than it made me. I walked towards the stairs, making my way up them and jumping the gaps where some had collapsed or had been torn out. I saw a line that had been drawn through the dust, as if someone had ran their fingers along it. I was going in the right direction.

Once I was at the top of the stairs, I padded over to the room that had taken the most damage in the house – Phineas and Ferb's old bedroom. I stepped onto the door that had been kicked down with a giant hole burned through the middle, and looked around cautiously. The computer was destroyed, the disks 'missing'. As if we all didn't know who had taken them. The walls had long burn marks in them, as well as rips where knives had gone through when Karo and her team had ransacked the place. The bookshelf was overturned with the back kicked in and the books scattered all over the floor with some pages ripped out or cut up for no reason other than to destroy them. The window was shattered from the outside, glass still all over the floor, some still stained with blood. The life raft Phineas used to use as a bed was deflated and ripped open, the scrapbook he had hidden inside of it so many years ago it seemed, gone. The pillow was speared to the wall with the stuffing ripped out and a triangle drawn crudely on it. Ferb's bed was pushed up against the wall, the springs and legs snapped off and thrown around randomly, the mattress sliced into several shapes that didn't even make sense. His cushion-pillow-thing was gone, but not because they'd taken it when they raided the house, because he had brought it with him when he left for England.

Phineas was sitting on the windowsill, looking out at the tree. It's mangled and charred limbs made it seem like something that Frankenstein planted in his backyard instead of the site of so many memories for all of us. I padded over to him quietly, careful not to cut myself on any of the glass bits. I looked at the object clutched in his hands. It was a cracked picture frame that had somehow survived the ransacking. In it was a portrait of Phineas, Ferb, Candace, and Isabella. It had been Ferb's birthday and they were all laughing their heads off after they'd gotten soaking wet in the water fight. It had been candid, courtesy of Irving, but the fanboy had let Phineas keep one of the copies.

After standing by his side quietly for a couple minutes, I took a deep breath and held out a hand, chattering through my teeth. Phineas looked down as if noticing me for the first time.

"Hi Perry." He said quietly. I was getting impatient. After slamming my tail against the ground, I held up both arms and chattered louder. A tiny hint of a smile appeared on his lips for less than a second, then he picked me up and touched my forehead, frowning in concentration. A shock ran through my body, and I heard a voice in my head.

Just relax, Perry. Phineas thought to me. I fought back a hiss, letting my body go limp and my mind go blank. This was the hardest part – for both of us. For me to sit back and let someone inside my head, and for Phineas because doing anything even remotely like his father made him almost physically sick.

I felt him inside of my, his mind snaking through his fingers, through my forehead and into my mind. I shuddered involuntarily. Was it my imagination, or was his presence getting colder every time we did this? But it was like cold fire in my brain – a burning sensation that was almost painful, that would be painful if I let it stay just another moment, just another minute, just another second. But I had to. I forced myself not to fight him, forced myself to stay calm, forced myself not to thrash about or push him away. And then it was complete.

My body went limp and my vision turned from the outside world to the darkness of the inside of my brain. Slowly, things came into focus. It was a lot like my lair, but there was no floor and no ceiling and no walls. Just a screen and my weapons and armor and hovercar floating in midair. There were other things too, small bubbles or snapshots or clips of memory that randomly passed by as I watched them. Phineas was sitting in an overstuffed armchair that looked like the one that used to be in the Flynn-Fletcher living room. I had created it a while back, after the first time it had become clear to both of us that this wasn't just something we were going to do every so often.

Isabella's back. I thought to him, wanting to make conversation. Phineas hesitated.

Yes. She is. He thought back quietly. I glanced at the screen, wondering if he was planning to go through my memories like last time. No, not this time. He replied to my unformed question. I felt stupid. Of course he could read my thoughts. Why did I keep forgetting that? You're not stupid, Perry. This is weird for me too. He scoffed, looking down. Beovulph would have a field day if he knew I'd inherited this much of my father's powers. I frowned.

You can't let him get to you, Phin. I reminded him. He just wants what's best for the team. And he's worried about you. You're… I didn't finish my sentence, wanting to slap myself for even beginning to think it.

Different. Phineas completed. Damn. The boy was good. Phineas smiled for the first time in forever. Yes, yes I am. He was serious again. We need to get back to work, Perry. I nodded. Phineas and I had been working on figuring out exactly why these powers had emerged so much later than his others, and why he had linked with Liz…and why he couldn't unlink with Liz.

All right. Where do you want to start? I asked.

Let's try and link as much as possible. Maybe the thing with Liz showed up because we thought a lot of the same things. He suggested.

Great idea. I paused. Um, and how are we going to do that again? Phineas frowned.

Maybe we could do some spy stuff – sneak away and infiltrate Doofinshmirtz Evil Inc; like you used to? I smirked.

Should we take it at 'Hey? Where's Perry?' I teased.

Shut up. Phineas snapped, but he was grinning again. And that was all that mattered to me.

The next thing I knew we were outside on the street between the ransacked Flynn-Fletcher house and the house where Isabella and her family used to live. We reached for the hoverboard hidden in the bushes and unfolded it, leaping on and gliding away across the dark sky. We had to hug the rooftops the further we got into the city – soldiers of the World Division patrolled the streets, and search lights scanned the sky for any unidentified aircraft. Some of the things they had were based on inventions Phineas and Ferb had built a while ago. It made both of us sick, but we couldn't do anything about it. Not tonight.

Doofinshmirtz Evil Inc. was one of the only places in Danville that hadn't changed dramatically over the three years the World Division had been in control. Three years. The first two years they had tried to accomplish their invasion, we were able to keep them down. That was when Phineas had formed Destiny's Children out of the escapees from the former band of child soldiers loyal to Camille, formerly one of the members of the High Command, and his old friends and teammates. But Camille was dead, and in the confusion after her death, Phineas had managed to break his father's hold on the children. Unfortunately others, such as Mercy Tear, Flare, Thaddeus, Thor (those two were probably evil even before they were mind controlled), Baljeat Rai, one of the kids from Maple Drive, and Phineas' twin sister Aria were controlled by a higher source – the leader of the World Division. A being called the Master. According to what Phineas had picked up from Carter's mind, nobody had ever – ever – seen him. Not even the High Command. As far as he knew, only one person had ever been sent directly to him to relay orders to her team – Aria Flynn Henele.

Kind of depressing thoughts, Perry. Phineas commented.

Sorry, Phin. I apologized. Being in this city takes me back every time.

I know. It's so different…but there's so much still the same. Like over there's the junk yard me and Ferb used to sneak into to get parts for our projects. And there's where Candace's favorite hair salon used to be. That's where the park was, before Karo decided to spill fifteen thousand gallons of tar on it, just to make people upset. We had a lot of fun there…

Even though the things he was saying were nice memories of the past, even I could see past the masked tone in his voice. And it was even easier when we were linked to feel the stabbing pain he felt whenever he thought of his step-brother in England or his captured sister. I was never so happy to see the building of my former nemesis rising up five feet from where we were.

Folding up the hoverboard, Phineas and I used sticky pads to make our way up the wall towards an open window. It was very clear – the best glass in Danville. Simultaneously, the urge to smash it and every other window in the building rose up in both me and Phineas. Doofinshmirtz had sided with the World Division when they'd made their final move. As hard as it was to believe, it was his invention that had turned the tables. They'd welcomed him with open arms.

Doesn't look like anyone's home. I commented as we surveyed the empty room.

We can never be too careful. Phineas reminded me. I had to agree with him – after all, he'd been caught far less times by Doofinshmirtz than I had. We can't make any noise…what was it that you did when you got here? Phineas opened the window and we dropped almost silently to the floor. Immediately, alarms blared and ten soldiers came in through the door, surrounding us before we had time to blink.

Um…I would usually get caught. I chattered nervously as laser lights panned my chest.

That would have been helpful information to know. Phineas growled. I'm starting to really hate my ideas.

Well, try to think of one that will get us out of this! I snapped, my nerves making my tone harsher than it needed to be. Phineas was quiet for a second as the head soldier demanded something in a thick Drusselstinian accent. Finally, as the guns cocked all around us, he groaned in defeat.

I really, really hate my ideas! He yelled.

And then he was gone.

I fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut after Phineas' unexpected departure. At first I panicked, thinking he had deserted me and gone back to his own body. But then I heard the cries of terror and shock from above me. I managed to roll over, my body still adjusting. The lead soldier – the one who had threatened us – was shooting at his teammates. I smirked weakly. Phineas had always had a gift for irony. As the soldiers ran screaming from the room, Phineas in the Drussilstinian soldier's body chased them and slammed the door, shooting the handle with the laser setting so it would be too hot for anyone to open it – except Flare or Mercy, who were probably on their way over here right now. Not to mention the fire child Amber, who had helped us in the bowels of the city all those years ago or Phineas himself – but he probably wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. His body, anyway.

The soldier slammed his gun down on his own head, falling unconscious immediately. A ghostly Phineas floated out of him, looking absolutely exhausted. He wrapped his faded arms around his intangible torso and floated over to me. With one look, I could see that it was complete torture for him to keep his mind that way without any host body. I stood up, my control over myself restored to almost the level it had been before.

It didn't work, Perry. Ghost Phineas said softly. I chattered sympathetically, holding my arms out as the alarms continued to make my fur stand on end. They were going to burst back in at any moment. Ghost Phineas started to reach for me, but his face twisted in pain. I don't want this! I never wanted this! He shouted. I am not YOU! Concerned, I slapped my tail against the ground.

Phineas, what's wrong? I chattered. Phineas didn't respond, just clapped his intangible hands over his ghost ears and moaned.

No! He cried. No! and then, right before my eyes, Phineas Flynn disappeared.

Yeah, I was going to end this differently, but whatever. It works. And now I have one more chapter in this book to write. Which is a good thing, I'm almost positive. Also, I planned out the whole book today, more or less. I'll still probably add things here and there, but it's gonna be awesome. So yeah. I have to do a little Phinbella bit in the next chapter (it'll be a really short chapter), and THEN I'll have the Ferb chapter. No worries, it will happen, I swear. Also – I ACTUALLY EDITED THIS CHAPTER! Are you proud of me? REVIEW!