Yo~! Wassup everybody? :D

I don't have much to say right now, actually, other than I'm in the midst of working on a new fan fic. I know; "Galaxina, you twit, why are you longing to stress yourself with ANOTHER fic?!" Well, I have a good reason.

You see, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be on standbys for this fic, like I was back in "Like Father, Like Son". I want to do something that'll keep me going. Sure, I have "The Memories We Share", but that's more for fun and for developing backstories (particularly for Doofenshmirtz and Schnitzel, so it's not even the entire cast). If I DO end up getting writer's block again, I don't want to get lazy. So, I decided that I should work on another story.

It's NOT Ferb's Goodbye. That fic is dead. End of story. I'm very sorry everyone. -_-;

In any case, let's continue, shall we?

"Phineas and Ferb" belong to Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh, who both work for Disney (LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!)

I own literally everything else except for one thing; again, we'll discuss that when it appears.

P/F/P/F

The first thing that was attended to was getting Doofenshmirtz, Schnitzel, and those remaining at DEI out of the building as quickly as possible. The Norm-Bots had been shut down by Ferb prior to the attack to lessen restraint, as Monogram would've put it. Ferb then proceeded to bury them under anything that could keep them down enough for them to be completely unnoticed by those who may seek for them. They were easily taken down, as the Norm-Bots were probably the densest pieces of machinery there ever was.

However, what Ferb didn't count on was their back-up power, which would turn on if they were shut off for too long of a period. The Norm-Bots were supposed to function 24-hours a day, having parts in their being that kept them from overheating. As a result, the only thing that would be able to shut them off would be if they were destroyed, if someone purposely shut them off, or if Doofenshmirtz had them self-destruct. In case such a purposeful action was taken place (shutting them off, that is) the Norm-Bots were given the function of turning themselves on automatically. Unfortunately, it took a couple hours for them to do so, since the back-up power was weak, though strong enough to get their gears going at least a little.

Schnitzel's injuries were mostly due to what Ferb had done to her while she was trying to defend Applejack. It was enough to almost kill her, though no one seemed too worried about that since she wasn't someone to be killed off with ease. Whatever reason, Schnitzel seemed to be able to deflect any possible death that was to befall her. It was nice, however, when Doofenshmirtz seemed genuinely concerned for her upon her trying to warn him of the events that occurred. Not that he listened to her, anyway, as he went to save his son, only to find him gone just like that.

Doofenshmirtz had nearly been crushed to death by debris, to which he managed to climb out himself before collapsing onto the pile. He was picked up by Norm-Bots, of course, and sent to the same hospital as Schnitzel. Both of his legs were broken, and he was unable to move much in spite his attempts to. Luckily, once Schnitzel was fully healed, even though she still had her stitches to worry about, she was able to fix up his legs easily. However, he'd still need time to heal from the wounds, and it proved to wear thin on his stamina whenever he tried to escape.

And escape he tried, much to both the shock and annoyance of many. Particularly Schnitzel, who knew him longer than anyone else that was still alive.

It was a good thing that he was never able to go too far, though Schnitzel found it almost pathetic. Schnitzel was almost hoping for Doofenshmirtz to make it out of the building, and hours later returning with Phineas somehow. Why? Because he's DOOFENSHMIRTZ; somehow the man could do anything. At least that's how Schnitzel saw it, and to see Doofenshmirtz in the state he was in disappointed her.

It didn't take long for the progress report to be given. The Norm-Bots had begun their work of rebuilding DEI immediately after placing Doofenshmirtz and Schnitzel into the hospital room along with the remaining three Cyborgs, including Pinky, who was still unconscious. Schnitzel had previously stated that he was in better condition than before, but it still didn't change that he was, more than likely, under comatose.

Upon the start of rebuilding, one of the Norm-Bots spotted two Resistance Members spying on their progress. They were both chased off, unable to be detained. Word of DEI's progress would likely be taken to the Resistance Leader, and soon enough they'd take action. Part of Doofenshmirtz hoped for that to come to pass so that he can finally deal with them and so that he could hopefully see his son (and admittedly his daughter as well) again, but another part of him, the part that was more logical than prideful, knew that he wasn't in the condition to fight, nor were the other Cyborgs. The Norm-Bots were strong, yes, but only in large numbers; eventually, Candace would likely attempt to outdo their strength somehow and manage to succeed, especially if it were the Norm-Bots.

The good news was that the Norm-Bots would be able to fix up DEI in a span of three days at the most, which they were indeed able to do in that short amount of time. Once Schnitzel felt up to it, she and Doofenshmirtz, along with others who were injured, were taken back to DEI to finish recuperating under her care. This time, however, Schnitzel asked for the temporary assistance of some of the doctors that had saved their lives before. It was a little odd for Schnitzel to be asking for help after being able to do things on her own for a long time, but Doofenshmirtz thought that it was probably due to the amount of people injured that overwhelmed her.

Their concerns lied mostly with Doofenshmirtz, not only because of his importance to the regime, but also due to the fact that he proved to be very stubborn. As said before, he always tried to escape from bed-rest, which was something he'd do every time he'd get injured. He didn't trust anyone to do the job right, since he was more competent than most people, including Schnitzel, who was prone to setting things on fire during certain situations that he was sure would be set off if he wasn't there to keep an eye on her.

This was different, though, and he was showing that by trying all the more to try to prove that he was alright only to collapse again and again. At first, it was pretty bad, but eventually Schnitzel had grown accustomed to Doofenshmirtz's attitude towards the situation to the point where she barely batted an eyelash to Doofenshmirtz blacking out. Others, in fact most, were secretly hoping that Doofenshmirtz would die so that his reign of terror would end, but he always managed to pull through. It was one of the reasons why Schnitzel scarcely allowed outside doctors to help with this sort of thing, since their trust rather varied.

There was a time where Schnitzel DID have a nurse to help her with her patients, and all worked exceedingly well for her at first. Of course, then one of the Cyborgs got sick, which was something that wasn't too serious due to their organic halves. Of course, the Cyborg was nearly on his death bad no matter what Schnitzel tried to do for him. Eventually, Schnitzel figured out that someone had inserted poison into the medicine that she had been giving the Cyborg, and immediately turned her back on the nurse upon finding evidence that the said nurse had been planning to eliminate the members of DEI from the inside.

The nurse claimed to be doing it all on her own accord, but somehow, for a while, it made Doofenshmirtz just slightly paranoid. Schnitzel, on the other hand, lost faith in having another assistant after nearly losing one of the Cyborgs, and refused any other doctors who wanted to 'help' her. Now, of course, she had no choice but to accept as much help as possible, even with her growing paranoia. Due to that, she made them work on the slaves and servants who were injured instead of Doofenshmirtz and the other Cyborgs. Any of them who would even go near them would gain a cold, unforgiving gaze from the Norm-Bots, who were ordered to eliminate anyone who stepped out of line.

As an added precaution, there was a raise in defenses on the out span of the building, and even in the town itself. More machines had to be built, particularly a form of protection that would last at least until Doofenshmirtz was healed. At least, that's what he said. Schnitzel added in that the Norm-Bots were to have the defense mechanisms last as long as humanely possible in spite her faith in the dictator's strength, and oddly enough Doofenshmirtz didn't seem to disagree. He didn't even threaten Schnitzel for going against his authority yet again while he was injured.

It was then that Schnitzel knew they were on the same page about something. That there was something much bigger at play here, something that would very well bring an end to everything they (Doofenshmirtz) worked for. It was enough to make Doofenshmirtz cautious enough to create a defense, but determined enough to make his own offensive as well. All things considered, Schnitzel was aware that the dictator was willing to do whatever means needed to defend his empire; and now that his son was also in the mix, that fortitude seemed to bolster to ridiculous heights, to the point where even HE seemed unreasonable, fighting his own logic with other forms of logic that went against what he believed in.

"...Alright. Let me see if I understand your demands."

"Of course."

"After explaining the effects of the healing elixir to you, both beneficial and lethal- -may I emphasize the latter, LETHAL- -effects that is, you want to use it anyway in order to heal your wounds faster so you can get the hell going and find the kid?"

"Yes."

"And along with those risks, which is, by the way, POSSIBLE DEATH BY POISON, you still run the risk of being too weak to handle the Resistance, yet you're willing to go on your own if anyone disagrees with you?"

"Yes."

In spite what she was initially told, Schnitzel kept an even gaze throughout the conversation. Up until now, actually, as she let the mask fall with a single, calm breath, before she practically leapt over to Doofenshmirtz, leaning onto him as her composure fell. Doofenshmirtz, on the other hand, foresaw this reaction, and silently stared at Schnitzel in a calm manner. The doctor was completely pissed off.

"ARE YOU FRIGGING MAD, HEINZ?! You're not thinking this through at all! Why aren't you being your usual smart self, you idiot?!"

Doofenshmirtz looked very unimpressed by Schnitzel, who began to yell into his face about how reckless and stupid he was being, and for once he'd have to agree with her. This went against how he did things, and during something so dire. The elixir Schnitzel had mentioned was one of the many medicines that was created by her to heal injuries for soldiers of the war, years before she helped with taking over the Tri-State Area. It was one of the reasons why she had returned to Gimmelshtump many years ago, while Doofenshmirtz was married to Charlene. She had already talked to Doofenshmirtz about how she made it, and how it would effect the people who consumed it.

"It's been tested, yes," he remembered her saying, "But although it has a fast healing process, there's a strong chance of it causing blood poisoning. That would likely kill anyone consuming it, so it's not even worth using. I'm only keeping it with me in hopes of finding a way of getting rid of those...uh...bugs, I guess."

In spite those odds, however, Doofenshmirtz almost completely ignored those words, and immediately demanded for a dose. Schnitzel reacted as such. "Heinz, think about it like this," she said, "Even if you're healed by the elixir, it's only meant to speed up the healing process. It doesn't just magically make wounds disappear; that part takes TIME. More over that, if it doesn't work, which is likely, it WILL kill you, and it'll kill you slowly and painfully."

Schnitzel leaned forward into Doofenshmirtz's face until his long nose bent onto his lip, while Schnitzel's forehead connected with his own. "Your eyes sockets will bleed," she said, "Your lungs with be punctured, and your limbs will inflate from the amount of blood being pumped through you as your body tries to save itself. Then, you will likely become a blood fountain, with red ooze squirting from your finger tips!"

Schnitzel proceeded to lean back in order to properly wiggle her fingers in Doofenshmirtz's face as she brought up the said red ooze. She glared harder as she went on with her ramble. "And if THAT doesn't end up killing you," she said, "Then your heart will, quite literally, pop like a frigging balloon!"

Doofenshmirtz stared at Schnitzel, who began to pant at the energy she exposed from her ramble. A short silence fell between them, before the dictator broke it. "That doesn't sound like blood poisoning," Doofenshmirtz said blatantly.

Schnitzel twitched, grabbed Doofenshmirtz's shoulders, and began to shake him as hard as she could. "DOES THAT FRIGGING MATTER?!" she yelled, "It's damn reckless of you to be willing to test this thing out, especially at a time like this! If this kills you, then you won't get your son back, and the empire falls a part! DO YOU WANT THAT, YOU INSANE BASTARD?!"

"Of course not," Doofenshmirtz said, "But I don't want to sit around and wait to finish this. If what the sentry said was true, about Ferb taking Phineas, Perry, and Applejack that is...then there's something else going on here. I don't want to gamble time like that if something really is going to happen, and I know it will."

"Yet you're willing to gamble your own life in order to see to it that your son makes it out alright?"

"Alice, if you'd been in my shoes, you'd probably do the same thing."

"Probably, but I'm still not giving it to you. You're gonna have to wait it out."

"Seriously?"

"One, you're obviously insane right now, so what you REALLY need is a smack to the face. I'd be the one to do that, but...I already have done things to you that I know you'll make me regret, so I'm on enough thin ice as it is. Two, believe it or not, I actually care about your well being and stuff, so, there's that. Three, you called me Alice...again...after, like, the hundreds of times I've told you not to, you STILL call me that. And that cannot be forgiven."

Doofenshmirtz leaned against his pillow, crossing his arms as he muttered out swears. His cheeks turned red with anger, which earned a rather temperate gaze from Schnitzel, who was trying to hold back the rants she had been giving the most likely disoriented dictator. "You're being rather immature right now, Heinz," she said in an essentially disappointed tone, "Can't you just wait it out like a man? The kid can handle himself, especially if he's YOUR kid."

Schnitzel had worded it this way in hopes of brightening the dictator up for at least a bit, but Doofenshmirtz wasn't one to be flattered by much of anything; he had a different form of pride that was to say he took things as fact and as they were to be, more as a means to threaten the opposition than to show off. Doofenshmirtz responded to those words with a reproachful huff. Schnitzel glared. "Okay, if that's how you wanna be," she said, "I'll take my leave."

"Go ahead." Doofenshmirtz said casually.

Schnitzel glanced back, her heart burning with rage. No. She was NOT going to let Doofenshmirtz win this one. She. Was. Not.

The doctor smirked at Doofenshmirtz, who kept his even gaze in spite his growing curiosity. Schnitzel reached down for the vile that Doofenshmirtz had been longing to have for himself in a desperate attempt to speed up the process of healing, and immediately the dictator's remaining eye widened. "I'll be taking this as well," Schnitzel said, "We don't want you to be tempted, now, do we?"

With that, Schnitzel left, before Doofenshmirtz could struggle out of his bed, and onto the ground with a thud. Doofenshmirtz's angry growls made Schnitzel giggle as she left down the hall. She knew that she was going to pay dearly for doing this, but she knew that she was doing the right thing in the end. Still, once Doofenshmirtz was out of earshot, Schnitzel suddenly began to sob at what was to come for her.

"I am so dead."

Underground of Danville lied Monogram's base; or what once was to be his base. Another reinforcement that Doofenshmirtz took was to make all the Norm-Bots immediately attack the said base before Monogram could do anything about it. However, this was something that Monogram had planned for, as he did for everything. His base worked like a series of large tunnels, built for escape with ease. The Mutants that were alive or resurrected were able to carry the remaining corpses of their brethren, while Monogram, Carl, and Ferb escaped via vehicle. Their base was destroyed, yet they had benefits from the disaster as well. The tunnel they escaped through led straight to another base just outside of Danville. It was barely operational, since it was more of a back-up plan that never got perfected, but it was only temporary.

Either way, Ferb now knew what Monogram meant by there being an upcoming war. Doofenshmirtz managing to survive was rather worrisome to say the least, and yet Monogram remained uncaring to the idea. In fact, he actually seemed rather excited by the idea. Carl, on the other hand, shared the same doubts as Ferb, only twice as so. The teen always proved to be a bit of a coward.

It was then that Ferb was given another mission, having to do with returning to the Resistance base. It wasn't only odd to have to return there so soon, but it was also very vexatious. Being given great abilities courtesy of Monogram, it never took long to arrive to the base, so it was relatively short the last time he went. No, what Ferb found to be irritating was that strange feeling he got when he looked at the teenaged girl known only as Candace. He felt burning hatred for this girl, and he didn't know why.

It wasn't that he questioned it anyway, not out loud. Ferb had these thoughts of what it might have been before everything began for him, but he never delved too deep into it, mainly because it would always distract him from what needed to be done. He hated distractions of any kind; the memories of that little red-haired brat came to mind, and the boy snarled. One day, Ferb thought to himself, he'd find reason to kill him. He swore it to himself.

Upon arriving at the base, Ferb was once again met with the hatch hidden within the cornfield. It was a rather strange place for such a place to be in, yet Ferb found it all the more clever, since no one would suspect such a place to be concealed there. Of course, HE found it with ease, but only because he had Perry and Applejack reluctantly tell him where to drop them off. In hindsight, now that Ferb thought about it, Perry and Applejack both clearly regretted their decision of allowing him entry, as was Candace the first time he entered in.

This time was no different, as Ferb opened the hatch door, and began his climb down.

A/N:

More Ferb because we didn't get much of him last story. Plus, he gets a bigger role here, so...yeah. Let's hope for the best. XD

So, what is Monogram planning? Muwahahahaha...all in due time, my friends. All in due time.

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-GTS