A/N – The momentous meeting from "I Scream, You Scream," from Vanessa's point of view. Characters all belong to Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh.

At First Glance

Blueprint Heaven. So this was where Blueprints went to die. A sort of Elephant's Graveyard for Blueprints. These were the morbid musings of Vanessa Doofenshmirtz as she headed toward the storefront on the opposite side of the street. She disliked running errands for her father, but the one thing that made it slightly better today was the knowledge that once she had picked up the plans for his new diabolical contraption, she would finally be able to prove to her mother that Dad was Evil. How could Mom not know this? Vanessa marveled again. Seriously, he had actually named his company Doofenshmirtz EVIL Incorporated. What part of that did she not understand? Well, all that was about to change. Dad was going to be so busted!

Walking into the blueprint shop, Vanessa was dismayed to see someone ahead of her at the counter. She really wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, and now she was stuck waiting behind some kid. The first thing she noticed about him was the bright green hair. What sort of parents let their kid dye his hair green? And why couldn't they have been her parents?

Whatever he wanted, the clerk seemed to be having a hard time finding it; the woman was up a ladder digging through racks of rolled up paper. What did a kid that young want with blueprints anyway? Hm, she mused, maybe his dad was an Evil Scientist, too. There were a few others around Danville; her father ranted about them now and then, some guy named Rodney, and a Doctor Dim-something… Maybe the green hair was the result of a backfired experiment. Vanessa wondered if her father had ever considered a Dye-your-hair-green-inator, although she had to admit, she couldn't see much of an evil purpose for it.

Vanessa walked up to the counter just as the clerk located what she was looking for and came back with the plans in a tube.

"You're in luck; I found one," the clerk told the boy, laying the tube in front of him. "Now, what do you need, sweetie?" she asked Vanessa.

Sweetie? Really? She hated it when adults she didn't know called her sweetie, or sugar, or hon. It was condescending, especially since she was practically an adult, herself. She answered coolly, "I'm here to pick up an order for Doofenshmirtz." Vanessa pronounced it carefully, even though she knew it would do no good. Inevitably, the person she was talking to would repeat it back as "Toothenhurtz," or ask her to spell it, or just look confused and say, "Huh?" But, to her surprise, the blueprint woman actually understood her.

"Oh, yes. Your daddy just called." With that, the woman turned away to go fetch the plans she had set aside.

The green-haired kid was still standing beside her, his own blueprints laying untouched on the counter. Even without turning her head, Vanessa knew what he was doing. He was giving her The Look. The same look she'd been on the receiving end of ever since her curves had come in. She had found it annoying at first, until she had come to understand that being attractive to the opposite sex gave her a certain sort of power. Her aggressive all-black fashion sense added a layer of mystique and a certain don't mess with me vibe that she wasn't afraid to use, especially when a guy came on too strong, or The Look came across as a leer. On the green-haired kid, though, The Look was more like a stunned gaze, as if he'd just at that moment realized that Girls Were Different Than Boys. It was really kind of sweet. Aren't you a little young to be looking at girls that way? she was almost tempted to ask him, but instead she just tossed him a casual, "Hey, how's it goin'?"

Vanessa wasn't certain what she expected the kid to say in return, but most boys, young or old, would have seized the chance to get in some remark, try out some line on her, however lame or clumsy. But Green-Hair just stared at her a bit longer, until he blinked and averted his eyes. Maybe that backfired experiment had taken away his voice, too.

"Here you go, baby," said the clerk, as she put another tube of plans on the counter. Vanessa reached for her wallet, but the woman said, "No need for that, I just put it on your daddy's tab. You have a nice day, now!"

"Yeah, thanks," muttered the girl. The odd, green-haired kid hadn't moved, and Vanessa gave him a curious parting glance as she shoved the money back into her pocket and picked up the blueprints. Heading out the door, she felt a little spring in her step and a touch of lightness in her heart. Watch out, Dad. The thought put a determined smile on her lips. This time, you are busted for sure!

THE END

A/N – I've had this one in mind for a long time, and I hope you all saw what just happened. I just thought that would make a cute little twist.