Authors Note: The plot thickens! I have no idea how long this story is going to be…And I need a cover photo for this story, any takers?

Stranded: Chapter 10

Doofenshmirtz sobbed and held the fedora closer to his chest.

"He's been sitting in the sand hugging that fedora and crying like that for hours" Dr. Diminutive whispered to the other LOVEMUFFIN members who stayed behind.

After hours of everyone searching the water it was eventually time to give up and assume the worst. It didn't come that easy to Doofenshmirtz who kept searching. At one point Rodney had to pry him from the water and tell him the cold truth, which resulted in Heinz having a total breakdown.

"You could have broken it to him more gently…" Poofenplotz told Rodney.

"Oh please, I wasn't that harsh" Rodney scoffed.

"Oh you weren't? We all must have heard you wrong then, although it would be hard NOT to hear you because you were screaming at the top of your lungs!" Shouted Dr. Bloodpudding.

"I did not!"

Cue Flashback:

"YOU'RE NEMESIS IS DEAD HEINZ! HE FELL OFF THE CLIFF; PROBABLY HIT HIS HEAD ON A ROCK AND DROWNED IN THE OCEAN. HIS BODY MOST LIKELY WAS WASHED AWAY BY THE CURRENTS OR WAS EATEN BY A LARGER ANIMAL, POSSIBLY A SHARK. HE IS NOW IN ANOTHER ANIMALS STOMACH BEING DIGESTED BY STOMACH ACIDS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

…

Doofenshmirtz burst into tears.

Back to the Present…

The other scientist's glared and crossed their arms at Rodney.

"Okay fine maybe I was a little too straight forward, but he had to find out the truth somehow didn't he?"

"Perry the Platypus!" Doof half sobbed and half screamed his nemesis' name.

The scientists sighed.

…

"Pinky wait!" Terry called after his friend who was storming away from him.

"You should have said something; you should have said something before something like this could happen!"

"Pinky I'm sorry! I just- Everything's gonna be ok"

"No! No it's not Terry! Not everything is ok! I wish you'd stop saying that to me! You say that to me every time something bad happens! I can't just suppress my feelings like this!"

"What's done is done"

"Yes but I could have stopped it! Both times! Three years ago and now! I could have stopped it Terry! If you just would have TOLD ME!"

Terry sighed and let Pinky leave. Could some of what the Chihuahua was saying be true? If he would have just let him would both of those things have happened? Was there a possibility Pinky could have stopped it? Both times? The turtle didn't know. Was it his fault? No, he was trying to protect Pinky; keep him away from danger and by him at all times. If he would have told him, the Chihuahua would have been there and on the case in a seconds notice. Pinky would have been in danger and Terry would do anything to prevent that. He made a promise to keep the Chihuahua safe at all times and that was a promise he would NOT break, for anything. It was the right thing, but why was he questioning it now? Pinky was safe and that's all that mattered. But now the Chihuahua was angry and roaming the island somewhere. Definitely not safe to do, and of course now Terry would have to go out there and find him. Pinky shouldn't be alone out there, no matter how upset he was. Being upset just made him more reckless. Why couldn't Pinky make his job easy and just stay by his side, safe and sound at all times? Of course that would be too easy, and Terry had a job to do. With that being said, he set out to find Pinky. Of course that meant he would miss the memorial service. He cared about Agent P, he really did; but Perry would want Pinky safe just as much as he did. Wouldn't he?

…

"Today we gather to say goodbye to Agent P, a great agent some knew as Perry, Perry the Platypus and to others, P square…"

"Uh, sir?"

"What is it Carl? Can't you see I am trying to give a memorial service?" Monogram glared down at the intern from his podium made of sand.

"I see that sir it's just, no one really called him that. You were the one who created that nickname and only used it once"

"Quiet Carl! Before I make you stand under that coconut tree again"

"Yes, sir"

"As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted by someone…CARL!"

Carl sighed and slouched in his seat. Which also, was made of sand; it was the major's idea and had the intern build a whole funeral setting out of sand to fit all the agents and scientists. It took a long time and Carl was just frustrated. If Major Monogram didn't start giving him credit for SOMETHING he was gonna lose it.

"Funerals are never fun, especially when it's for someone who has meant so much to so many…I remember the day Agent P was first assigned. It started on a warm summer day…"

While he goes on with the sermon, let's take a look into the audience shall we? The rest of the agents and scientists listened respectfully and silently.

Doofenshmirtz was quietly sobbing in the audience. It took about 6 agents and 2 scientists to pry the fedora from him to put on the sand display case that Carl made next to the podium (Which also took a LONG TIME, but it did take less time than it would have to make a casket if they had the body; which they didn't. You could say that Carl was relieved he didn't have to make a casket but that wouldn't be right because he would never be happy about someone's death)

Peter was sitting in his sand chair rolling his eyes at the whole idea of a funeral for that stupid platypus. He was happy he was dead and definitely wouldn't be mourning for him. The panda glanced over at Doofenshmirtz; he couldn't believe the scientist's reaction to all of this. Peter would have to change that.

Soon the funeral was over and everyone was walking around socializing. Scientists were told him they were 'sorry for his loss' and Agents expressed their sorry's for him silently with handshakes and sad glances.

Peter; getting sick of watching this, made his way over to Doofenshmirtz silently and angrily telling the other agents and scientists to vamoose.

"Oh Hey Peter the Panda"

Peter tipped his hat, smiled and squeezed the doctor's hand softly.

"Thanks Peter…it was just so sudden…I mean yesterday we were swimming and splashing each other in a river…and now he's just gone…it's just so…"

Doofenshmirtz was just starting to ramble on when Peter pulled on his hand and stopped it. If they were gonna have a serious relationship together, he was gonna have to stop that. Not only was it annoying and time consuming but the panda liked to get things done. He didn't like to waste time.

Peter began leading Doofenshmirtz away somewhere so that they could be alone.

"Where are we going, Peter the Panda?"

The panda gave no answer and started running faster with him, distancing them with the others as much as possible.

Rodney and Poofenplotz stared quizzically at the sight.

"So Rodney, it looks like you're gonna need a new nemesis soon hm?"

"What the devil are you talking about Poofenplotz?"

"It looks like Doofenshmirtz is beginning to steal your nemesis, you might wanna spend more time with him before it's too late"

"Don't be ridiculous Poofy, Doofenshmirtz is just having loss issues right now; he did lose his nemesis you know and I completely trust Peter"

"Yes, but do you really?Think about this logically Dr Roddenstein" She mused.

"I am thinking logically Poofenplotz, I completely trust Peter"

Poofenplotz scoffed.

"Well, where is your nemesis Poofenplotz? Since you're so interested in mine"

"I don't know…he wasn't at the funeral…I hope the poor dear is alright" The professor walked off.

Rodney rolled his eyes; he would never understand serious scientist and agent relationships. It's a job; they are just supposed to foil your schemes on a daily basis. Why do people have to make it so complicated with senseless feelings? Then there was Peter, his nemesis. He was serious and all about getting the job done. They didn't make conversation; they just did the job, parted ways and repeated. Their relationship was strictly business, he trusted Peter.

Didn't he?