Two Days Later….

Platyborg stretched, and yawned, and clanked down from the bed. The past couple of days had been nothing but a waste of time; he'd spent them either searching for information to bring Doofenshmirtz, or trying to find a hint of truth to AJ's side of the story.

He froze when he got halfway down the stairs, then began to move much more cautiously.

AJ was still sound asleep on the couch, but what had caught his attention, was the laptop computer on the coffee table beside her. It was only partially closed, like she had been too tired to notice when she stopped work.

He quietly walked over to it, and opened it. It hadn't gone to standby, and she was still logged in. A triumphant smile spread across his face as he looked at the open files; this was the break he'd been waiting for.

A glance at Annie confirmed that she was still fast asleep. He went to the file that she'd last had open.

It was labeled: Perry.

He paused for a moment, his curiosity demanding that he read the file that shared the name AJ insisted on calling him by.

He shook his head, and began to look for something more useful. Something like that file labeled: Battle Strategies.

His smile returned as he scanned the material. This was more than just a collection of strategies. It contained the information they had on Doofenshmirtz, their weaknesses, their strengths… it was almost everything his leader needed to know to wipe them off the face of the planet.

He cast another glance over at AJ as she moaned in her sleep. He pressed a button on his arm, and deployed a USB cable to connect to the computer. In a matter of seconds, he had copied the information to his memory for later retrieval. He quickly shut the computer, and made his way into the kitchen as quietly as he could, hoping that the stupid fan would shut down before she woke up.

As he reached for the coffee pot, he suddenly realized that he didn't need to stay here anymore. He had his information…

…...

Annie's eyes flew open as a metal fist clenched about her throat. She managed to squirm out of it's grasp, and onto the floor. She looked up in shock as Platyborg glared down at her, switching his hand from the glove, to the blaster. He gave her a look filled with venom, and fired.

A scream of pain died in her throat as she clutched her throbbing arm. She couldn't say anything. Couldn't cry out. Couldn't move. A numb sense of terror took hold of her as he switched to the spinning mace.

She managed to croak out one, desperate word…"Perry!"

He raised his arm, and she ducked, falling in a tangle of sheets…

As she collided with both the floor and the coffee table, she scrambled out of the blankets, and looked around, heart pounding.

Platyborg was standing in the kitchen doorway, giving her that 'concerned for her sanity' look.

She closed her eyes, and tried to take slow, regular breaths. She tried not to flinch as Perry came over, and touched the hand that still clutched her shoulder, and pulled it back.

Perry lowered his head to study her arm, seeming confused that there was no sign of injury.

Her heart lurched, and guilt set in; this was the closest he'd come to being concerned for her… and she was still scared of him.

When he looked up at her, she forced a smile, "Just…just…a… dream."

She winced at the tremor in her voice, but it didn't seem to matter to him.

As soon as he heard the word 'dream', he stepped back with that air of disdain.

She offered another weak smile, and, in return, he rolled his eye. In a sudden, unexpected move, he held his hand out to her.

A true smile pushed it's way past the fear as she accepted it, and let him pull her up from the floor, "Thanks."

He let go as soon as she was on her feet, and shrugged uncomfortably.

The wave of guilt that passed over his face confused her. Had she actually yelled?

Over the last couple of days, he'd been quietly inspecting every inch of the house, pausing as something close to recognition hovered in his eyes… then moving on. But, as of yet, he'd showed no sign of remembering her, or even believing that they'd been friends.

So why would he feel guilty because she'd had a dream, even if he had guessed what she was dreaming about? It just didn't make sense. Her brow furrowed as she saw the blinking red light on her laptop.

Perry practically jumped back out of her way as she picked it up, "I must have been up later than I thought. I'd better go plug this in."

She turned, only to find him giving her a wavering smile. What was going on?

…...

Platyborg watched her carry the computer upstairs, and just about collapsed in relief. That was close.

He shot a look at the door. I've got information… maybe enough for Doofenshmirtz to just forget all this. I should just make a break for it.

So what was stopping him? It really couldn't have anything to do with the crazy girl's nightmare, but, it did. The raw fear in her eyes when she had first opened them… it had been familiar. Almost… snatches of a memory flashed: AJ's weak voice saying, "Perry…"

A door slid opened, "Actually, it's Platyborg now! I'm thinking of making him the general, what do you think AJ? Hmm? Would he make a good general?"

Platyborg looked up at his leader, and pointed disgustedly at the chain.

Doofenshmirtz turned to the girl, addressing his comments at him, "Oh that's just programming you."

AJ took a step forward, then froze as Doof finished.

"…and it's also your only source of life support. How bout it AJ? Can you destroy him?"

Platyborg felt the shock on his face as Doofenshmirtz asked her. He swallowed it, and felt it turn to anger as he scowled at the girl.

…It's over, AJ. Your little OWCA is finished, and they wont be as lucky as their top agent!"

"How could you do this…"

He checked his watch, "I'm evil. Oh, and you have about a minute before his programming is complete, and he's able to come off that wire. Either destroy him, or start running! Because he won't have second thoughts about destroying you!"

Platyborg watched her coldly, knowing that Doofenshmirtz had just abandoned him to his doom, despite his promises of helping him, making him a general… he'd never be so trusting again… of course, she wouldn't be giving him that chance….

She backed away, shaking her head, "You're still in there Perry. No matter what he's done to you… I won't… I can't do that to you."

"I should have been here…" She fumbled for the door handle, "…shouldn't have let you go alone… I'm so sorry, Perry."….

He realized he was clutching his head. Not from pain, just, trying to hold on as the memory trailed off, leaving him more confused than ever. It just left him where he'd started, didn't it? It only proved that he didn't remember anything before that point. And the conversation seemed to check with what he knew about them both…

He looked from the stairs, to the door. He stood up, knowing how dangerous curiosity could be… how it was foolish… but… he was still curious.

For the first time, he really began to wonder, if maybe, just maybe… AJ was telling him the truth.

An odd feeling of hope flooded through him, that he quickly dismissed as absurd. Even if this AJ was all she was claiming to be, what of the rest of the resistance? They'd never have gone along with it. He made an instant decision, and walked determinedly through the door.

The kitchen door. AJ came downstairs, her regular clothes and a still nervous smile on in place of the pajamas and confusion she had worn moments ago.

He walked over to the coffee he'd made, and poured it. He'd learned right away not to let her make it. He preferred it black, and she tended to use excessive amounts of cream and sugar.

As she grabbed some frozen toaster waffles, he wondered at the sudden change. So far, she'd been quiet, only offering bits and pieces of information to try and help him remember.

But this silence was even more awkward. She hadn't been scared of him before. He gave a sigh. The universe was against him. Of course her patience would run out the second he decided to stay.

He walked over, and put his hand on top of hers. It's not like I'm going to hurt you or anything…

She glanced down at it, then dropped to her knees to face him, "I know. And I'm sorry, Perry. I guess that everything's just finally worn me out."

He shrugged. For all I know, this is normal behavior for you.

She stood up to grab the waffles, and he sat down at the table.

She set a stack of them in front of him. Too much syrup and butter, of course.

Still, as he bit into his first forkful, he had to admit that they were good.

She cut around the edges of her waffle, eating the outside first, "You, wanna watch something?"

He snorted, and shook his head, and she quickly added, "Not on the regular station! I've got a few shows taped… and…" she trailed of with a shrug, "…there's not a lot to do."

Isn't that the truth. With both of them out on the most wanted list, neither of them could leave… well, as far as she knew.

He considered it for a second, then gave a nod.

She fairly beamed, "Great!"

He returned a small, half smile, feeling like a schoolboy playing hooky.

To be continued….

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