And now it's time for Ferb to shine~! X3

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

Marissa Flynn owns Marissa

And I own literally everything else this story has to offer (that is to say, Dr. Alice Schnitzel, Applejack, Danni, and other OCs and material)

Enjoy! :D

P/F/P/F

Two week prior…

Resistance Base

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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.

"I wonder why he couldn't come here himself," Ferb wondered in thought, "Monogram is due for a visit in a few weeks anyway…very odd of him to send me in his place."

Ferb reached the lower level, the hallways dark and currently lifeless. Ferb's frown augmented as he gave a small glance. "Would she even still be awake…?" he murmured.

"Of course I would be."

Most people would've flinched, and part of Ferb almost felt disappointed that he didn't seem to share that sort of feeling. He was engineered better than that, he supposed…better…hm…then why was he of weakness? Ferb rolled his eyes; the philosophical junk was clouding his head again.

Candace strolled in, crossing her arms with her trademark frown. Her sunglasses covered her eyes, as they always did. Ferb noticed the spectacles, and looked utterly confused at them. Why wear something that would abstain her vision at this time? Perhaps her glasses held capabilities for the dark; he knew for certain that she wasn't blind.

Then again, he himself had never seen her blue eyes before, so then again…

Ferb nearly gagged. Why was he being so quizzical? Why was he so curious about everything?

"I would think that someone who works so hard would try to get to sleep," Ferb stated calmly.

"I haven't slept since Danville was taken over," Candace sighed, "Not well, anyway…I'm…glad you could make it. Monogram sent you in his stead, I see?"

Ferb nodded. "Though I don't know why," he said, "He didn't explain exactly-."

"-Some of the Resistance members are…questioning him," Candace stated, cutting Ferb off (rudely, he might add, but he decided not to voice that opinion at the moment), "They don't like him very much; say there's something disturbing about him."

"I can't deny that," Ferb admitted, "He is a rather intimidating fellow. But that doesn't tell me much, now does it?"

"I wanted to send him private intel about our recent project," Candace stated, "One that we've been collaborating with him on."

Ferb hummed a bit. "Project…ah yes, that one," he nodded, "The study of-."

"Not here," Candace glowered (at least Ferb thought she did; he couldn't tell), "Like I said, I'd rather this be private. We'll discuss this in my office. This way."

Candace began to lead Ferb through the darkness, and Ferb continued to glance at the familiar hallways. He had visited here before, and he knew many faces. Many of which sort of feared him. Why would sending him out here be any better than Monogram's presence?

Then Ferb remembered Doofenshmirtz, and sighed. Of course, he'd probably put his top priority on keeping an eye on Doofenshmirtz, if he managed to survive his injuries, which he probably would. Ferb groaned, knowing all his work had been for not. Though Monogram reassured him otherwise, that it had been a part of his plan, Ferb still felt unsatisfied.

They reached Candace's office that doubled as a room. Ferb saw that rolled up mat that indicated that Candace did sleep, or at least was capable of rest. "So," Ferb started, "About the project…what did you want to tell m…him?"

Candace looked to Ferb, taking off her sunglasses. Ferb saw the hint of sadness in her eyes as she stared at him for a mere few seconds before frowning deeply. "So…nothing…" Candace murmured, "Still nothing, eh?"

Ferb felt himself glare, his annoyance rising. "About the project," he emphasized with gritted teeth.

Candace shook her head, as if getting out of a trance. "Of course," she said, "I apologize…you see, part of the reason why he sent you was because…I wanted to…never mind, it was foolish to think-."

"It's fine," Ferb said, eye-rolling once more, "I could care less, honestly. But if you would, please, tell me what I need to know so I can return posthaste?"

"…Right," Candace nodded returning to her professional stature, "Down to business. Dr. Baljeet and the other scientists are working hard on our part; we've gathered more information on the subject from an outside source."

"Dr. Mystery?" Ferb scoffed, "Am I right? He was always the least mysterious person on this planet; he tried to hide things so much that he became predictable. I'm gathering it was easy?"

"Very easy," Candace said, "I'm almost disappointed that it wasn't harder than it was. Of course, it was the basic information; apparently the more detailed statistics and information lie with Poofenplotz in another region."

"Of course Doofenshmirtz would trust that kind of information with her," Ferb sighed, "It makes sense…but she's so vain and forgetful. She's probably thrown that information away by mistake."

"She couldn't have," Candace said, "It's all in her computer; in fact, I doubt she even knows that she has it. What Doofenshmirtz threw away the blueprints for the machine in question, he made sure to put them in specific areas. We've already gotten three of the prints; we just need to get into her computer somehow."

Candace smirked directly at Ferb. "And that's your job, most likely," she stated, "Get us that final blueprint, and we'll be ready to go…probably."

"There's still a chance Doofenshmirtz may be sending us on another goose chase," Ferb stated, "What if it was in DEI? What if it was destroyed after I blew it up?"

"He wouldn't risk that," Candace stated, "If I know him well enough, then he wouldn't 'waste' a good idea. He's…a lot like…no. He's nothing like my brother; he can't be."

Ferb sighed. Candace just loved to ramble about things that left him utterly confused, didn't she? "Yes," Ferb said, "And how is your…brother?"

"Phineas?" Candace asked, "Oh, he's fine now. His injuries are healed, though I'm still keeping an eye on him. I'm still worried about how he seemed to…you…I didn't really thank you for bringing him here, did I?"

"Not properly, anyway," Ferb shrugged, "And honestly, not even that would've made it worth it. He was quite the trouble grabbing, and…" he looked away, "…he irritated me, if I may be frank."

Candace seemed to become just a little uncomfortable at those words. "Well, I have to say I understand why you'd feel that way," she admitted, "He asked you a lot of things, didn't he? He's very-."

"Curious? Inquisitive? I can tell. Though he asked very familiar questions…"

Candace cringed, biting her bottom lip.

"Oh well," Ferb shrugged, "It doesn't matter to me. Not at all."

Candace felt relaxed by this answer, and managed to continue her front. Ferb looked back to her, not having noticed her reactions. "Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"There is," Candace nodded, "It's about Applejack."

Ferb froze. "…That goat again," he almost laughed, "Really, now, I wouldn't think you'd bring him up of all things…and what of that platypus, Perry? Come to think of it, he-."

"This is about him too," Candace said, harsher than she meant at that moment, "It's very important, alright? Monogram wanted to know if I accepted the terms of their amelioration."

Ferb looked pleasantly surprised at this. "Ah, yes," he rubbed his hands together, "And what is your answer."

Candace seemed to lack any hesitance whatsoever, not even losing a beat. It was like she had rehearsed these lines in front of a mirror over and over again. "Tell him that I agree to the intersession, and that their transport will be scheduled in a month or so. I still need them to handle something for me before they can undergo the process. And Ferb…?"

"Yes?"

"I also want Monogram to do me a favor, in regards of my brother. When he visits, I'd like them to have a meeting; I'm aware that Phineas confronted him while he was with Doofenshmirtz and his lackey, and I want to make certain that his true intentions are known. That may help Phineas in making a proper decision on his stand."

"Of course," Ferb nodded, "We need all the help we can get, after all…even if it's from such an annoying-."

"-Hey," Candace glared, "That's still my brother you're talking about, Ferb. Don't say anything brash."

Ferb smirked challengingly. "Ah, really," he asked, "Is that so? You're truly close to him, eh…and what if he chooses his father over you; then what?"

"He won't," Candace said, "He'll be persuaded. He just needs a push. He's been confused over the situation. That's all. Kids are easily persuaded after all."

"Is that right…but you really didn't answer my question, now, did you? What if he decides that where you stand isn't the same as where he does?"

Candace scowled, but kept her mouth shut for a moment. Ferb felt himself grinning at her frustration. "I have a right to remain silent on that," she said, "Now, as for Monogram's part-?"

"-We haven't forgotten," Ferb said, "We're still keeping Doofenshmirtz distracted, as much as we can anyway. He's too preoccupied with his regained memories…"

"…Regained memories…" Candace looked down, "Wait…regained memories…he…remembers now. He remembers Phineas is…and me…"

"…Which means he'll probably be coming here any moment," Ferb stated, "He's smart enough to figure everything out, and once he does he'll be ambushing this place."

Candace gave a crunched expression. "We'll be ready for him, then," she stated, "I won't let him take my brother away."

"Or your sister, right?"

Candace chuckled at this statement. "Please," she reassured, "He probably thinks she's dead, like everyone else at home. The bombing killed so many people, she wouldn't be any different."

"Ah, but she wasn't the only one to survive," Ferb reminded her, "She was just the luckier one."

"I don't see why her impairments make her luckier than everyone else," Candace frowned, "I understand why you think this; people lost their limbs, their abilities to walk, even their memories. So honestly, I can see why they're clearly suffering more than she is. But that doesn't mean you should miniscule her-."

"-Blindness and brain-damage, am I correct? Along with her almost losing all the motor skill she had, but you managed to fix that anyway, yes?"

"…Without those glasses Dr. Baljeet gave her, she wouldn't be able to see a thing," Candace explained this like she had a hundred times before when the subject of her sister came about, "She's as blind as a bat without them, though that hardly matters when she herself suffers from memory-loss herself. She couldn't even recognize me when this all started out."

"She simply can't remember pictures," Ferb stated in a phlegmatic tone, "She remembers everything else fine now. She just can't remember people's faces."

"Yes," Candace sighed, "When you put it like that, I suppose I know at least one person who's worse off than her…"

Ferb glared once again. "Stop staring at me like that," he demanded, "It's very rude."

"I…sorry…" Candace rubbed the back of her head guiltily.

"And furthermore, isn't this helpful to you?" Ferb asked, "Didn't you say it was better that she didn't know the face of her father?"

"Yes, I did," Candace sighed, "But…it just bothers me that…she can't even remember mine very well. She can remember my voice, but every time she sees a familiar face it's like a whole new experience."

"All that would do to her is make her bad with directions," Ferb shrugged, "It's not really as much of a casualty as the others who was harmed and even slaughtered. And besides, she'll still know how to use-."

"I told you, I'm not sending her back out there," Candace glared, "She's too weak for fighting anyway."

"Yet you're sacrificing your younger brother to the field?" Ferb asked, not meaning to sound malicious, but was truly curious about her intentions, "I've sparred with him before. True, he has that technique for knocking me out, that little pinch. But I nearly slaughtered him regardless."

Candace glared. "Thank you for reminding me," she growled, remembering why she didn't thank him before when Ferb returned her brother to her, "And I don't intend on making him go anywhere near Doofenshmirtz. What I do want is to put his technological skills to good use; with Dr. Baljeet, they'd be able to create machines far more impressive than Doofenshmirtz could ever make. It'd be one step closer to beating him."

"Using your brother's skill against your father?" Ferb giggled, "Ooh, you are cruel, Miss Flynn!"

Candace gave another cold look before she put back on her sunglasses. "If we're done here," she said, "Then you may leave, Ferb. Unless there's anything else you'd like to mention?"

"Nothing comes to mind," Ferb shrugged, "You seem to have everything under control here. I'll be making my leave. I'll see you around, Miss Flynn."

"Bye Ferb…"

Ferb left immediately after that, feeling some kind of anger boil inside of him after he left, as if he was waiting for Candace to tell him something, though he didn't know what that was.

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Five days later…

Poofenplotz Beauty Empire

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Poofenplotz Evil is Crazy~

Prof. Esmerelda Poofenplotz was not really the brightest among those at LOVEMUFFIN, if she was even technically a member of their organization. Perhaps her lack of part in it gave Doofenshmirtz a reason to supposedly trust her with the given blueprints to the machine in question. Of course, that wasn't the case, not entirely; he simply sent it to her under the regards that she never opens the files that the document had contained. As expected, Ferb was in charge of apprehending the information.

Failure was NOT an option.

As he, Monogram, and even Carl had experienced before, the documents had a backup file within them that allowed them to self-destruct if unwelcomed visitors tried to steal it. Doofenshmirtz seemed pretty keen on making sure no one got to these blueprints. Ferb entered the building the same way he had entered DEI; shorting out the security first, and then entering through the front and taking down anyone who spotted him.

Poofenplotz's robots were more based off of her than anything else. It was supposed to be aesthetically appealing, but really it didn't even accomplish that. The robots were as horrifying as they were weak and pathetic. Ferb managed to destroy them all with ease, none posing much of a threat. He wondered how Poofenplotz even planned to make much of an effort in means of protecting herself and her line of power.

Ferb decimated the door leading to Poofenplotz's office, effectively knocking everything in the blast's range back, including Poofenplotz herself, leaving only her desk intact. Ferb entered while Poofenplotz took refuge behind her workplace. "Who's there?!" she shrieked, "I warn you, I-I am NOT to be trifled with! I am far too busy to be attacked right now!"

"I don't mean to trouble you," Ferb explained, holding the head of one of Poofenplotz's robots under his left arm, "I simply wish to look into your computer files. That's all."

"Go away before I call security!" Poofenplotz stood, feigning bravado so much that Ferb was able to see right through her, "I tell you, I do not have the time for these shenanigans, you little brat!"

Ferb smirked at the insult, rather amused at her attempt at getting an upper hand of any kind. "I destroyed your security," he stated, "That's far more than what any ordinary brat could do. Now, if you would please-?"

"Security! Security, come in here, now! Throw this ruffian out! Before he harms your gorgeous empress! SECURITY!"

Ferb sighed as Poofenplotz kept trying to phone in the robots he had already dismantled. Was this woman dense or too terrified to hear anything he had to say? Regardless, he was getting bored of this. Ferb began to stride towards the desk, to which Poofenplotz fell back, pulling a small statue of herself with her.

Poofenplotz used the said statue, pointing it at Ferb. "I'm warning you," she said, "I know how to use this! Step away from me immediately! This is no way to treat a lady!"

"Oh, I am terrified, Esmerelda Poofenplotz," Ferb feigned, "Truly I am. But the job is far too important for me to just leave. So," he proceeded to grab Poofenplotz by the collar of her dress and pulled her up to his face, "If you refuse my demands, I'll simply have to kill you. Nothing against you, really, it's just that I'm on schedule, and, well…I hate being late to deadlines."

Ferb proceeded to squeeze Poofenplotz's neck, and the woman seemed to go white with fear, no longer trying to hide anything as she felt that no air could enter her lungs. The statue fell to the floor, chipping it in the process. "F-f-fiiiine," she choked out, "My computer is…over there!"

Poofenplotz weakly pointed to the girly, over-scaled computer screen, with a small keyboard in front of it. Ferb smiled, threw Poofenplotz to the side effectively stunning her in the process, and headed for the computer, rubbing his hands together. "Ah, yes," he chuckled, "Thank you so much Poofenplotz for your cooperation."

Poofenplotz muttered something less desirable, but Ferb ignored her. Once they were done with everything, she'd be begging on her knees like the coward she was. Like the cowards everyone in this pathetic little world was, in fact.

"GASP! My poor face!" Poofenplotz shrieked as she lifted up the statue she had dropped, "My poor beautiful face!"

"I hear you," Ferb sighed, "It's a tragic loss, but I'm sure everyone will move on knowing your ugly mug is off of ONE of your products."

Poofenplotz glared hatefully at Ferb. "Why I never-!"

As Poofenplotz's ramble came off on deaf ears, Ferb took out a hard-drive from his pocket; one for this special purpose. A normal hard drive would simple store extra documents or data, but this one doubled as a hacking device. It was little things like this that made Ferb appreciate Carl, the mastermind behind the little trinket. Yet Ferb could find every fault within its programming without having to take it a part.

For one thing, it was very slow. Ferb was an impatient person as it was, especially given how on time he liked being. The device may be able to hack computers with relative ease, but it also seemed to have a mind of its own, having pauses as if it was hesitating. It was a bloody machine, for crying out loud, with the ability to break into mainframes of literally every kind of computer out there no less! You would think Carl would make sure to work out those kinds of kinks.

Then there was the process in itself. Unfortunately, no one had intended for the documents to actually start to self-delete themselves (of course Doofenshmirtz would have a 'self-destruct' button for everything), so that part had to be done manually. Ferb cracked his knuckles, smirking. He was really good with computers…then again he was good at a lot of things.

"What exactly do you want from me?" Poofenplotz snarled, "If you want the secret ingrediants to my Extra-Fabulizing Shampoo, than ha! The information isn't even IN that computer."

"I'm not going to waste my time with hair products," Ferb stated, hearing a faint gasp of horror from Poofenplotz, "I'm after something fair more important."

"More important that beauty products?! Ruffian!"

"Oh, right," Ferb nodded, "You went insane after Doofenshmirtz took over DEI, right? You've become obsessed with the Economic Industry ever since; every market, store, or anything available in the country that's worth being is probably owned by you. That's probably why Doofenshmirtz gives a shit about you."

"Doofenshmirtz means nothing to me," Poofenplotz smirked, "I have corporate power; I practically own this world."

"Ah, yes," Ferb rolled his eyes, "Which is why Doofenshmirtz still has a tight leash on everyone in LOVEMUFFIN. Tell me, why haven't any of you rebelled against…ah…right. He'd kill you all. And you're all in it for self-preservation, am I right?"

Poofenplotz growled in rage as Ferb finished his work, taking out the hard drive. He grinned in success as he turned to make his leave. "Thank you for your time, Poofenplotz," he nodded to her, "And don't worry…"

Ferb gave one last grin to Poofenplotz. "When we're through, Doofenshmirtz won't be a problem anymore."

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Present

The Mutated Forest

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"Ugh…oogh…bleh…"

"Don't you dare get sick on me…so, does this mean you're awake? Or are you just making noises in your sleep to elude me?"

"H-hm…uh…mm…H-Heinz…?"

"Is that a yes?"

Schnitzel's eyes fluttered open as she looked to see that she was, indeed, still in the forest, and not in the digestive track of a random plant. She looked up to see Doofenshmirtz, carrying her through the area into refuge underneath the particially deracinated roots of a giant dead tree. "Heinz…how…"

What had happened…the last thing she remembered was crashing the airship and being eaten by a ravenous sentient plant. Schnitzel looked over to see the car-esque vehicle that Phineas had built after they escaped Monogram's underground base. "So…that's how you got here, huh…?"

Doofenshmirtz set Schnitzel to the ground by what appeared to be a medical bag, waiting for them by the wreckage, holding back a smirk. "Nice to see you too," he said, "Other than the fact that I'm still really mad at the fact that you tried to go at this on your own, I'm actually glad you're okay."

Schnitzel nearly swooned but somehow fought the urge to as her anger took over her relief. "So you try to kill me? Is that it?" she glared weakly, "You are insane, Heinrich Doofenshmirtz."

"I admit, I may have overreacted," Doofenshmirtz shrugged casually, "What's done is done, though. Now shut up and rest. I have the thing that might help…"

As Doofenshmirtz looked through the bag, Schnitzel huffed in anger. "An apology would be nice," she muttered, "But I guess I can't ask much from you, can I?"

Doofenshmirtz gave a black look. "I saved your life," he said, "You should be thanking me. Or would you have rather been eaten by that plant monster?"

"Please," Schnitzel scoffed, "Knowing your reasons for doing things here and back at home, I'd say that you saving my life has lost a little meaning after time…still…you did come all this way…"

Schnitzel smiled at Doofenshmirtz, sighing contently as she leaned against the metal holding her back up. "Thank you, Heinz," she said sincerely before jokingly adding: "For sparing my life after you nearly murdered me for trying to save your son."

Doofenshmirtz rolled his eye as he took out some bandages and knelt over by Schnitzel. "Please, you lived," he said, "Stop your whining and hold still."

Schnitzel pouted. "I am not whining," she said, "If anything, I'm questioning your methods…I mean, may I reiterate that I was trying to-"

"Hold still," Doofenshmirtz said in a more stern tone, tearing out a strap of bandages and dipped them in a familiar liquid, "This is gonna sting quite a bit…you're lucky that the attack didn't damage your stitches, otherwise you'd be bleeding out."

Schnitzel eyed Doofenshmirtz for a moment, before a sudden memory recurred to her. She looked down to her side, where underneath her usual attire were indeed stitches. She quickly sat up, staring at Doofenshmirtz, who was now quite irritated with her behavior, with a shocked expression. "Wait!" she exclaimed pointing at him with her injured arm, "What the hell are you even doing here?! Aren't you still injured?!"

Doofenshmirtz stared at Schnitzel, his lips pursed as an awkward silence persisting before the dictator proceeded to slap on the bandages onto Schnitzel's injured arm. The injured doctor proceeded to scream so loud it echoed through the forest.

A/N:

Yay, instead of a part two chapter like I promised, I give you all more Ferb! I should give the guy more spotlight given what he's going through and stuff; plus, he's fun to write for.

Also, the project in question ACTUALLY has a purpose for this, but it won't be revealed until much, much later. (And I do mean much, much later…)

I initially was going to make this a flashback chapter about Danni, and I was going to post it on Valentine's Day; that's actually why I wasn't able to update it in the first place. I've decided I'm going to save that "chapter" for either a one-shot or another chapter. It's most likely going to be the one-shot if at all. I did this because of Vanessa, actually; because why should I focus on a dead OC more than a dead canon character? It makes no sense, especially given how little you all probably care about Danni anyway. XD

I'll be honest, I do not like writing for Poofenplotz at all. Not that I don't enjoy her, she's a hilarious character and I love her voice; it's just that I can't write her very well. But yeah, I decided to give her some spotlight, though it's more for world-building than anything else.

Candace…CANDACE…I really don't like her. Not in this fic, or any other fic, or even in the show; let me get this out of the way, she is my LEAST FAVORITE character. I cannot BELIEVE I can write her like this AT ALL, because she makes me so squeamish inside. Linda may be an idiot, and Monogram may be the most tactless fool out there (because, yeah, telling a bunch of kids who fought a robot army that YOUR OWN ANIMAL AGENTS could not defeat "it's dangerous, you know too much" and making them erase their memories in order to keep your best agent, who ALSO stood less of a chance against the robot army without the help, totally makes sense), I can at least enjoy their antics; yes, even Linda has become more tolerable because I can tell that she cares. Candace is annoying as all heck; sure there are moments where I can enjoy her like I can for any PnF character, but I mostly despise her. Let's make that clear you guys. MAKE NO MISTAKE, she is my least favorite PnF character.

Alright, now that I'm done with that rant, I suppose I should apologize for the slow updates; work may suck, but it gives me money and I am a greedy little girl. I wanna bank it! XD I'll be off for a few days, so I'll have plenty of time to update my stuff and maybe write some one-shots (if I don't procrastinate doing it that is…)

So, I hope you guys enjoyed; be sure to review and stuff and as always have a glorious day!

God bless,

-GTS