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Perry

I wish I could say that I had scrambled Mother's brains.

But I can't.

Because something tackled my arm, sending my energy blast harmlessly into the wall.

I look around to see what hit me, but I see nothing. Peter has rushed in and has Mother lying flat on her stomach, slapping handcuffs on her.

I look around again. And see Steve standing next to me.

"It's a good thing I followed you, too, eh, step-brother?"

I stare at him incredulously. He had camouflaged himself and followed me and Peter. And Peter probably knew! I look at Mother again. Peter has her hands cuffed behind her back and leaning against the wall. How dare they!

I shake my head. "We have to find the cure." Then I remember why I came. My head snaps up towards the table. "Princess!"

I jump up onto the table and look at her in horror. It was worse than I imagined it would be. Her lower half is caked in blood. I can see a bone sticking out of her leg. And there's a small incision in her lower abdomen…

I feel my heart rate increase in fear.

Oh, please, God, no! Princess believes in You, so please tell me You protected her!

I begin to hurriedly search through the room. I look down at the floor. The scalpel has blood on it. Diana's blood. I look around the room for the other tools. And I find them.

I draw in my breath and relief floods through me. The only tool in the room that has blood on it is the scalpel.

Mother had only just started.

I look down at Diana, feeling tears flow down my face. She's safe… my Princess is safe.

She's asleep right now, under anesthesia, but that will wear off. What's important, the only thing that's important, is that she'll wake up and find me next to her and she'll know that I protected her. That I will always protect her. That I will never let anyone hurt her. That I will never leave her.

Peter harshly pushes Mother out of the room. Steve is searching the room, probably looking for the cure. I look over at the tools. I rush over to them and pick up the forceps and a needle. I go back to Diana and begin to carefully stitch the incision closed. I'm now incredibly grateful that our training involved field medicine.

I'm finished a few minutes later. I lay the forceps down and begin to gently stroke Diana's face.

I have her again. I have her and she's free. She's free.

I look over at the chameleon agent. "Hey, Steve…"

He turns to me. "Yes, Perry?"

I hesitate before taking a deep, shaky breath. "Th—thank you…"

He smiles warmly at me. "You're welcome. I'm just really glad I was here."

"So am I…"

I turn back to Diana and continue stroking her resting face. Despite how badly I want to talk to her right now, I'm glad she's asleep. The pain from her leg is surely excruciating. I would likely be able to handle it, but she's probably never experienced something like it before.

I wish I had gone with her when she left a few hours ago. Then none of this would have happened.

Remembering that, I pull my kits out of my fedora and put on some gloves. Steve eyes me suspiciously.

"Um, what are you doing?" Steve asks, seeing me with them.

"Collecting evidence," I state flatly. "Before Mother attacked her, Princess was ordered back… for a client." The chameleon's face contorts in shock. This tells me that he has heard my recording. "It was a human…"

At that, Steve covers his mouth. He stares at me for a few seconds before looking at Diana. "Oh my God…"

For the next few minutes, I'm working, collecting evidence off of Diana; meanwhile, Steve continues to search the drawers and cupboards in the room. It looks like a standard veterinarian's surgery room. That, combined with the fact that Mother had acted like she knew what she was doing, tells me that she's likely a vet. It makes me squeamish thinking about it.

I'm always nervous when Phineas and Ferb take me to the veterinarian. Now it's going to be even worse.

I finish and put my kits back in my fedora. I sit down next to her and gently move her onto my lap. I begin rubbing my hand back and forth across her side, almost hoping that my touch would wake her up.

I hear a cheer from Steve, startling me from my trance.

"I found it!" Steve exclaims, turning to me. He raises a small bottle in front of himself. Well, small for me. It's about half his size. I can't read what it says from as far away as I am, but I look behind him and see a bunch more of the exact same vials.

My heart starts racing and a smile spreads across my face. "Call it in!"

His grin doesn't vanish as he sets the vial down and rushes out of the room, yelling Pinky's name.

I lean down and gently kiss Diana's forehead. "You free, Princess. You're free…"