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"Phineas and Ferb"are owned by Dan Povenmireand Jeff "Swampy" Marshwho both work for Disney(c)(LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!)

Marissa Flynn owns Marissa

P/F/P/F

Phineas was currently sitting at the foot of Marissa's bed, trying to make sense of his emotional breakdown. He had, by now, calmed himself, rubbing his eyes off from the tears. Part of himself scolded how weak he was being, though the other half was just thankful at how understanding Marissa seemed to be. Marissa, speaking of which, watched Phineas patiently.

"Are you feeling better now?" she asked, tilting her head a little.

Phineas sniffled as he wiped his nose with his arm. He looked over to Marissa with a weak smile. "Y-yeah, I think so…" his breath came out shakily, "I'm sorry about that, I…I just…ugh…"

Phineas gritted his teeth and proceeded face-palm (as well as he could with the size and shape of his head anyway), groaning in frustration. He felt Marissa placing a hand on his shoulder, and opened his eyes to her friendly smile. It made Phineas feel a little better somehow.

"Hey, it's fine," Marissa smiled with a slight shrug, "I cry myself to sleep all the time, dude, it's-."

There was a short silence before Marissa pulled her hand away and cleared her throat. "You did NOT need to know that," she stated sheepishly, "Like, at all."

"Yeah, but…I don't usually do that," Phineas muttered, "I mean…I've been emotional lately, but I don't know…why exactly…"

Marissa sat next to Phineas and rubbed his back soothingly. "Well…you don't have to hide those feelings from me," she said, "What's bothering you, huh? C'mon, spill."

Phineas looked at Marissa as the teenager began to nudge him. "I…I shouldn't bother you with that," he decided, "I need to handle this on my own."

Marissa wouldn't be able to understand anyway, Phineas realized to himself. How would she be able to? Yet, she seemed so adamant. She probably wanted to understand whether she did or not.

"C'mon! It's the least I can do with you, oh…I dunno…" she began shaking the boy playfully, making him smile a little in the process, "HELPING ME LEARN HOW TO TALK FOR STARTERS!"

"Be quiet, dummy!" Phineas laughed, shoving Marissa, "Someone might hear you!"

"Phineas, this area is completely sound-proof," Marissa waved her hand reassuringly, "Unless someone comes down those stairs outside, they won't hear a thing, brother."

Phineas didn't know why he flinched at the word 'brother', but he was grateful that Marissa failed to notice. Marissa instead nudged him once again, smirking. "C'mon," she insisted, "You've gotta let it out somehow! Tell me what's wrong, and maybe it'll cheer you up."

"…Well…you make a fair argument," Phineas murmured before gaining more confidence, "O-okay. Maybe you're right, then."

Marissa immediately jumped off of the bed, sat on the floor in front of Phineas, and went into a listening position. Phineas nearly started breaking into fits of laughter, but managed to control himself, clearing his throat. He opened his mouth, and then shut it as he suddenly began realizing the complications of the situation. He couldn't just tell her everything right now. But he could lie to her either, could he?

Marissa stared at Phineas forbearingly.

"I miss…" Phineas trailed off a little, "I miss my dad."

Marissa frowned almost immediately. "You do?" she asked, "But, isn't he in the shelter with all the other families?"

Phineas cringed at this before Marissa gasped in horror. Before Phineas could stop her, Marissa covered her mouth and looked at him sadly. "Oh my god…" she said, "Is…is your father…dead?"

Phineas stared as Marissa pulled him into one of the tightest hugs he'd ever been in. "Oh, Phineas, I'm so sorry!" she said, "That's terrible!"

The boy stared at her, gently pushing her off of him. "Wha-no, no, no," Phineas shook his head, "That's totally not the case. He's not dead he's…just not here…"

Phineas looked down over to Marissa's covers, all of which were velvet pink. Marissa stared up at the shorter child, putting a hand on his knee to grab his attention. "What do you mean?" she pried, "Is…is he being held prisoner?"

"…No," Phineas murmured, "But I kinda wish he was…that's not really possible…"

"Then what is it?" Marissa asked, "I know this is a little touchy, but-."

"No, it's…its fine," Phineas sighed, "You see, he's…he's done a lot of bad things. Things that I don't think the Resistance, or anyone for that matter, will be able to forgive."

Marissa smiled a little too confidently. "That's just ridiculous," she said, "I'm sure if you explained to them what a great guy he is and that he's changed-."

"-That's just it, Marissa," Phineas cut her off, feeling some vexation coming on, "He hasn't changed! For all I know, he's probably gonna-…" Try to take down the Resistance to try to get me back…

"He's probably gonna what?" Marissa asked with a deep frown.

Phineas looked away. "He's…probably gonna hurt a lot of people," he admitted, "I spent all this time looking for him, and…he's not who I thought he was…he's a great guy. He's funny, even though his jokes are terrible. He's smart, in a sort of devious way. He could kill an army…"

Marissa blinked. "He…kinda sounds like a sadist," she said before she could take her words back, "No offense."

"Its fine," Phineas sighed again, "He is a sadist…but…he cared about me. And I care about him."

"You…care about someone like that?" Marissa asked quietly, "That's a little much, don't you think? I mean he's obviously dangerous if he's like what you described."

"I know it's crazy," Phineas said, "But…let me put it like this. How long has Doofenshmirtz-."

"-What does Doofenshmirtz have to do with your dad?"

Phineas froze a bit. "Uh…it's…gotta do with the timing," he smiled shiftily, "Y-you know, since…he kinda…"

"Works for him, I guess?"

"Y-yeah! That! He-he…"

Marissa raised an eyebrow in suspicion but allowed Phineas to continue. "So, how long has Doofenshmirtz taken over?" he asked again.

"About seven years," Marissa stated bitterly, suddenly feeling a tad sour, "All those years, wasted in here…"

"Well…what do you think he, as if my dad, was like before then?" Phineas asked, "He wasn't, uh, helping Doofenshmirtz with taking over the Tri-State Area then, right?"

Marissa looked back to Phineas again. "…So," she bobbed her head a little, "You're saying that he was once a good person?"

Phineas nodded. "Yeah, exactly," he said, "Not…exactly a good person, but…he definitely wasn't a dictator-"

Marissa stared at Phineas with widened eyes.

"-'s assistant or anything like that!" Phineas continued, holding back a nervous chuckle, "He was…he was my friend."

"…I suppose," Marissa smiled lightly, "I suppose I understand how you feel, then."

Phineas frowned a little. "Really?" he asked, "How?"

"I miss my father," Marissa sighed, "Candace told me he did awful things…that he…died along with my brother…"

Phineas looked taken aback at these words, and he felt his heart squeeze a bit. "…You had a brother?" he asked.

"Yes," Marissa said, "A younger brother…" she laughed mirthlessly, "It's funny…my only fond memories of being out of this room were holding my infant brother…but ever since the accident, I…"

Marissa had turned her head away silently, neither scared nor saddened, nor really could any emotion be seen on her face. She looked like she was thinking very hard about something. She deeply frowned. Phineas found himself even more curious than before, and he leaned a bit forward.

"Accident?" Phineas voiced, gaining the attention of the other immediately.

Marissa looked to Phineas with a serious look on her face; one that didn't fit someone like her, one that was almost too much like Candace's look nowadays. "It happened during the invasion," she explained, "We were at the park when it happened, Candace and I…I don't think we were supposed to be there, though. She wanted to show me something before it happened. I still remember swarms of Norm-Bots flying through the skies, grabbing anyone who tried to stop them."

Phineas watched Marissa'a vacant expression turn into a more trauma-filled stare. "Marissa," the boy began to gently reassure, "You don't have to continue if this bothers you…"

The girl's eyes became void of light as she began to remember completely of the events, not being able to cease the horrible memories that haunted her dreams. Yet there was still a smile on her face, one that was creeping Phineas out. "Then they started bombing the area around us," Marissa continued as if she didn't hear a thing Phineas had told her, "So many bodies…so much blood…I remember every detail, every part of it."

"M-Marissa," Phineas said, grabbing one of Marissa's arms, "You don't have to go on if-."

"Then a bomb hit me."

Phineas looked terrified as Marissa looked down to her hands. "It hit me right on the back of my head," she went on, "I should've died…I should've been killed instantly, blown into bloody pieces…but then I woke up, in a hospital bed I guess. Candace was standing over me, telling me what had happened. The bomb had been a dud…all it did was jumble up my brain."

Marissa laughed a little more as she shook her head. "All it did was jumble up my brain," she repeated with a scoff, standing to her feet as some kind of anger filled her, "It made me unable to move for weeks! I didn't even understand a thing my own sister said until about a month later when I was healed. It was a miracle that they managed to help me through that…it was a miracle that I can move around and other things…but…I can never remember the face of my own family; my mom, my dad, and my little brother…my poor little brother."

Phineas stared at his friend sadly, feeling his heart ache. "Marissa…"

"He died during the explosions, you know?" Marissa said, completely losing herself to this, not noticing Phineas flinching at her words, "Back at our house, he, mom, dad…they all died. They were murdered. Candace saved my life…part of me thinks that she knew this would all happen and that she knew that I was the only one she could save…she said that we were lucky…that I was lucky…"

Phineas moved towards her. "Marissa."

With no more control, Marissa turned to Phineas, rage filling her now tear filled eyes. Phineas felt a familiar kind of fear looking into Marissa's green eyes only they were filled with sorrow instead of pure rage.

"He was only a toddler, Phineas! He was so small, so young and full of life, why would they take him and not me?!"

"MARISSA, STOP!"

The teenager snapped back into reality, realizing that Phineas had gotten up as well and started to grab onto her wrists, looking up at her with a frightened expression on his face. But not of fear of her; his eyes were filled with concern. "Marissa…please," Phineas said, cupping Marissa's hands, "…Please, stop…"

Marissa stared at Phineas, then back to the carpet, which she saw her tears gently fall to. "Why…why not…me?" she asked herself more than to Phineas, "I can't even…why take away such an innocent child…?"

Phineas stared at Marissa, his look of fear turning into a thoughtful stare. He knew for sure now that…Marissa…she had to be…Phineas shook his head. He would've been too young to remember for sure.

"Marissa," Phineas stared up at the girl before hugging her, "I'm so sorry…"

Marissa hugged the boy back, shaking. "I-I'm sorry, I'm making this all about-," her voice cracked, "Oh, god, I'm so selfish right now! I'm sorry, I-!"

"Don't apologize," Phineas said, smiling a little, "You let me open up to you…it's only fair…"

"I'm supposed to be comforting you, though," Marissa glared, "I'm not supposed to be the one upset, you are!"

Phineas' weight made Marissa drop to her knees somehow, and she felt the boy leaning on her stomach. "It's okay," he said reassuringly, "We can be upset together," Phineas nuzzled her as Marissa continued to cry, "It'll be less lonely that way…"

Phineas allowed Marissa to continue to sob onto him, and he fell into silence. He remembered when he went into the Chandelier Room. He remembered that picture. He remembered comforting his father similarly to how he was comforting Marissa now…like father like daughter, he guessed…

Phineas felt his eyes widen.

(~)

"So, how'd it go today?"

"Applejack, please, shut up, I'm trying to sleep…"

"You know, with the kid and all?"

"Applejaaaaack…"

"I'm…guessing it didn't end so well?"

"Applejack."

Perry sat up on his human-sized bed, and looked over to the dog-bed that Applejack was laying on with a content look on his face. The platypus looked tired and annoyed. "It's been a long day," Perry said, "So will you please do me a favor and keep it down?"

"But I'm bored," Applejack said with a sigh, "Sleep is against my beliefs."

"I hate your 'beliefs'…"

"You hate me in general."

"What do you want…?"

"I was just asking how today went for you and your owner. Jeez."

"Why do you even care?"

Applejack rolled over onto his back, smiling up at Perry. "No real reason," he stated, "I'm just curious. That kid's been in his room all day since Monogram left."

Perry felt an eyebrow rise up. "That's rather specific of you to say," he said.

"Well, it's true, isn't it?" Applejack asked, "It just so happens that Phineas is in a mental breakdown about the guy-."

"-No one said anything about Monogram being the reason," Perry said, very quick to defend his superior; it felt weird that his "fellow agent" appeared to be patronizing about the Major, even if it was in character.

"Yes," Applejack said, "But Candace did say that she, Monogram, and Phineas all had a conversation, didn't she? Maybe something happened?"

"You almost sound like you're concerned," Perry said flatly.

Applejack pursed his lips. "Of course I'm worried," he said, "I told you, things were different at OWCA once you left."

"Yeah, well, you still haven't told me everything about that anyway," Perry sighed, "So really, I don't think it's as bad as you want me to think it is."

"There are certain things you shouldn't know about, Perry," Applejack warned, "You won't like the answer."

Perry turned away, laying his head against his pillow. "Then it's not my problem," he said, "I know Monogram; he's a great man. He wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose…"

"You're still thinking about the mutants, huh?" Applejack's inorganic ear twitched a little, making a small squeaking sound.

"It had to have been an accident," Perry stated, "Or perhaps someone else did it. That has to be what happened."

"…Let me ask you something Perry," Applejack sighed, "Why do you think Monogram hasn't even requested to see you at all? You only know that Monogram was here because I told you he was."

"So, he's busy."

"Too busy to see his number one agent? You don't find that to be a little strange?"

Perry groaned. "Enough, please," he said, "I don't have time for this…"

"Seriously," Applejack said, "Why didn't Candace tell you, huh? Obviously Monogram made sure that he wouldn't be able to talk to you. Why do you think that is?"

Perry turned to Applejack, giving a glare that made the cybernetic goat clamp his mouth shut. Now that Applejack thought about it, Perry did have this intimidating glower that he had failed to notice in the past. Did that make him dense, or indifferent to such things? Either way, there seemed to be an effect right at that moment.

"Look, if you're going to keep me up all night," Perry said, "Then at least talk about something else. I don't want to think about…"

Applejack watched Perry become a little sullen, suddenly feeling very guilty. All of the gaiety that he had displayed suddenly vanished as Applejack watched the sad looking platypus trying to go back to sleep.

"Look, Perry, I-"

"Why should I even be talkingto you anyway, huh?" Perry growled suddenly, giving Applejack a bit of a sockdolager, "After literally everything you've put me through, from allowing my owner to be taken by the Norm-Bots, to hurting Pinky-"

Suddenly Applejack let out a hateful snarl that made Perry jump to his feet a touch. The dark room lit up a bit from the red glow on Applejack's mechanical eye. "You're still on that?" he asked in a truly irritated tone, "I told you, I wasn't the one who hurt him. It was one of the mutants who dealt the blow."

"You could've still saved him!" Perry retorted, full of anger from the memory, "You could've helped him! You could've used your freaky robot powers to fight back, but you didn't!"

Applejack glowered. "You just love forgetting who the real bad-guys are, don't you," he said flatly, "You're not different from them, it seems…you follow your emotions for someone who did nothing but wrong yet when it comes to the people trying to deliver justice-."

"Who in this wide-wide world cares about them or any of your diluted little fantasies, Applejack," Perry practically roared, thankful that his chatters were too dull for anyone but the goat to hear in the dead of night,"Hell, you know what, I don't care what you say! They seem to have more sense than you do!"

Applejack let out a gruff noise that served to raise the platypus' anger.

"And you shouldn't be one to talk," Perry stated, "You just love being annoying as much as you love being completely impossible to understand. But really, what's the difference between you and the bad-guys, anyway?"

Applejack looked a little marred by the comment. "Pinky works for a guy who either wants you dead at best, and turned into a Cyborg at worst," he said, "I am trying to help you by keeping that from happening. That seems pretty contrastive to me."

"I never wanted your help," Perry scowled, "I just wanted to protect my owner! You nearly costed that for me!"

"Oh, so it was my fault you nearly losthim?" Applejack asked, "I'd love to know how you came up with that conclusion, mister, because as I recall, if I had just let you go back there-"

"You just had to complicate things," Perry interrupted, "You just had to prolong the rescue. You just had to allow Phineas to bond with that monster."

Perry's eyes widened at his choice word for his former nemesis as did Applejack's. The platypus looked somehow horrified and ashamed of himself, and turned his back to Applejack, completely silent. "Please…leave me alone," Perry murmured, "Please? Can we just not talk about this?"

Applejack sighed in defeat, and looked up at the ceiling. They remained silent for a moment. It felt like hours to Perry, who was starting to think about what Applejack had said. He didn't want to, but he had to it seemed.

Why didn't Monogram want to see him?

"Did you know that Candace and Phineas have a sister?"

Perry's eyes opened a little more, tempted to turn back to Applejack, who had his back turned to Perry's. The platypus instead shuffled a bit. "You mean Doofenshmirtz's kid?" Perry asked, "Va…Vanessa?"

"Did we ever talk about her or-?"

"I've met her a few times," Perry explained, "Back when Doofenshmirtz wasn't a total psychopath…"

"Huh…" Applejack paused, "I wasn't talking about Vanessa, though."

"Hm?"

"I said they have a sister," Applejack explained, "Indicating that they still have one."

Now Perry's attention was grabbed completely. He rose his head up and looked to Applejack in wonder. "Another sister," he breathed, "Another sister other than Vanessa?"

Applejack's head bobbed, indicating a yes motion. Perry stared at the wall, squeezing the covers.

"You're pulling my leg."

"I'm totally serious," Applejack said with a bit of a grin as he felt Perry ease up at his words, "So, you see, there's this part of the base, further down than this floor-."

"There's a floor lower than this one?" Perry asked bemusedly.

Applejack sighed. "Please. No. Questions," he begged, "I really wanna get to the interesting part!"

Perry rolled his eyes and motioned for the pygmy goat to continue. Applejack's smile returned.

"So, further below the base is a space, kind of like a small hallway," Applejack said, "It's hidden under the floor, so no one really knows about it. Anyway, in this space, there's a door with two red letters on it: M.F."

Applejack proceeded to sit up, stretching a little. By now Perry had begun to sit at the edge of his bed, staring down at Applejack with utter curiosity. "Behind that door is a room," Applejack said, "A plain looking one, no different from any other room out there, other than the immense amount of pink and red; some of it even clashes. There's color, but it's seems…muted, somehow. It feels sort of lifeless…except for the person living in there that is."

"Their sister lives there?" Perry asked, "Well…why haven't I seen her?"

Applejack fell silent.

"...Applejack?"

Suddenly, the pygmy goat began to laugh a little. Perry looked even more confused than before. Applejack looked back to Perry with a strange looking smile. "I'm not even supposed to be telling you this to be honest," he admitted, "Candace would kill me."

Perry suddenly flinched. Why, oh why, did he feel like that had a double meaning? Candace wouldn't…would she? Was this information really that top secret?

"What do you mean, Applejack?" Perry dared to ask.

Applejack's annoyed look came back, though it wasn't because of the question itself. "Because Candace is just as bad as…never mind," he shook his head, his look softening a bit, "The point is that no one's supposed to know about her. Like, at all."

Perry looked shocked at this. "What?" he gaped a little.

Applejack sighed morosely. "Such a shame, really," he said, "She's been locked up ever since this whole thing began. Poor thing doesn't even know about her brother, let alone her parents. She's been trapped there for so long, she probably doesn't know anything about anything; like a newborn in a teenager's body."

Perry frowned furiously. "I don't remember her in our family, though," he said, "How come I never-?"

"She's been there since Doofenshmirtz took over," Applejack explained, "She had sustained a head injury during the invasion that wiped half of her memories clean off. She would've been paralyzed had it not been for Monogram and his crew, I've gotta admit that."

Perry smiled at this only for Applejack to give a rather displeased frown. "Don't think this means he did it to help," he said, "Maybe part of him felt sorry for the kid, but he probably did it to gain the trust of the other Resistance Members at the time. Ad for Candace, she saw the opportunity to save her sister and took it, even if it costed her any memories of the outside world."

One day, he would learn why Applejack seemed to look down to those he followed, Perry thought to himself. One day…

"Well…I guess that…sorta makes sense,"Perry nodded, "But why wouldn't Candace want anyone to know about her sister?"

"Because of…certain events," Applejack said looking away for a while.

Perry tilted his head. "And…those events would be…?"

Applejack looked deep in thought, though from the darkness in the room Perry wasn't able to tell for sure. Moment later, Applejack seemed to come to a conclusion and sighed. He looked to Perry as he came to the decision.

"…What I'm gonna tell you is kinda personal, okay?"

Perry slowly nodded at this, earning another sigh from Applejack. This one felt a lot sadder than the last one, and the usual spunk that the pygmy goat had seemed to vanish. In its place was pure seriousness that mixed with a familiar kind of angst; the look that belonged to that of mourning. But what could he be mourning about, Perry had to wonder.

"This is the story of one of the Resistance's greatest members," Applejack began, "Her name was Danni Smith…"

A/N:

Alright, part one of this chapter is done! XD I'll try post the next chapter immediately, though I prefer that you guys review both. ^^;

Is it bad that I'm going to write an entire chapter dedicated to OCs? I feel like that's a bad idea for some reason, and I'm gonna try to make up for it in future chapters. ^^;

But guess what; there's gonna be more Ferb in that chapter! YAY! XD

Hope you enjoyed that! :D