A/N Hey guys. I just want to apologize for the long wait. I had my chapter all typed up and ready the day after I updated last, but guess what happened. Seriously. Remember how I've said before that I write my stories on the notes app on my iPod. Yeah. Notes decided to fail me. All my notes: GONE. I have no idea why. I opened it up to update, but everything's gone. By the way. I had a bit more than a chapter for this story, and part of the ending. I also had finally written a bit for "Phineas and Ferb: Family Vacation"- that's gone. I had ideas for future stories. I had some future stories typed up. I had all my old stories. Not to mention notes and reminders of little things like passwords and stuff. So… uh yeah. I'm depressed over here. D':

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Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas and Ferb. If I did, I'd at least keep a few backups of my works.

*Oh, and in the last chapter I wrote, "I found myself running up and hugging him." I meant that. I accidentally wrote it in Isabella's view. *

And also, on that note, based from review, I'm going to write at least a couple chapters in third person and see how that goes.

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and stuff. It means so much.

'Thoughts will be put like this, with the things around them.'

'Oh gosh I'm such an idiot.' she thought. 'Why would I do that?'

"Sorry" she muttered quietly.

'Actually' he began thinking. 'Im glad you did. But I could never say THAT out loud. At least not yet.'

"That's fine" he said, just shrugging it off.

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The young assassin woke the next morning, feeling slightly angry. He wasn't sure why though. 'Maybe it'll just come to me' he figured.

"Hey, Phin" said a deep British accent, "I'm going to go get some food for us. I'll be back in a while." After he had said it, he glanced over towards the princess, and back at Phineas. With a slight smirk, he was off.

'That was strange' he thought. After glancing towards the princess, he realized something.

"Isabella-" he said, attempting to get her up. After a bit of shaking and yelling, she finally stirred, and immediately sat up

"Huh- oh."

"Isabella, I just realized. Today's the-"

"Crowing" she said, cutting him off.

He nodded.

They were both thinking the same thing, they both knew for some reason; they had to be there. One one look in the other's eyes told them. They wanted-and had- to go.

He nodded slowly.

"But, what about Ferb? Would he want to come? Or would he be worried that if we weren't here? Or-"

"Isabella. Listen, he's not getting here for a couple hours yet. If we hurry, we can mak-"

She nodded a bit too quickly, and grabbed his hand. She ran in the general direction they came from, albeit still blushing from the fact she is holding hand with Phineas, which she caused.

Meanwhile, Phineas was still a bit surprised by the sudden movement- and hand-holding. Even under his deeply reddened face, there was a slight smile obviously there. Luckily, she hadn't noticed. I suppose you could say- she was being a bit oblivious.

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'Far too easy' he thought. There stood Ferb, already holding a deer and a couple of rabbits, not to mention furiously grinning. He knew it'd only take himself a while to hunt, but may have 'accidentally' said a couple hours. Deep down, he knew what he was doing. Exactly what he was doing. He wanted for them to spend some time together. Keep in mind, while Phineas was watching and/or spending time with Isabella, he was keeping an eye on Phineas himself. He's seen them together. They could be best friends. Maybe more…

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Phineas silently crept up and took the lead. In almost no time, they had already gotten to the castle. In his previously taken lead, he slows to a walk and goes up to the tree. Again, there's another tree by the window. Deciding not to question it, he jumps onto the tree. Actually letting go of her hand, he continues climbing to low branch. Following his lead, she jumps on. He immediately offers her a hand up. After repeating this a bit, they follow the branch as close to the window as possible. Once there, and still holding hands, they sit together on the edge. Unfortunately, it's a bit tight, but they fit under an immense amount of closeness. Neither minded though. In fact, they had to try hard to hide their smiles, with no success. But they were instantly wiped off their faces when Baljeet entered the room. Everyone looked sad, except for Baljeet who was faking it. It did look rather convincing though, but these two knew the truth. A truth that no one would ever believe.

They watched as he walked along to a throne-like area. The ceremony began.

She cautiously watched as her dad stood, shedding a few tears. Isabella felt sad and overjoyed. She was never close to her father, but she was at least glad to know he cared for her and most likely sent out a search party for her. At least her corpse. But she felt guilty too, who wouldn't? Her dad thought she was dead. Her own flesh and blood.

Phineas seemed to notice, because he laid his arm around her shoulders. Then he pulled her into a hug, but the awkward sideways type. Nevertheless, she complied and cried into his shoulder.

"Ph-Phineas?"

"Huh?"

"What would you think if we run right in there?-"

"… Are you crazy?" he asked quietly.

"No. Quite rational actually." she said with sarcasm heavy in her voice. "We go in. My father'll see that I'm alive. Then I can tell him about Baljeet. Which of course will result in his, and Ginger's executions. Personally, I think it's perfect." she said, excited with her own idea.

He tilted his head a bit, as if in deep thought, which he was. 'It could work. There's also a huge chance it won't. Who knows what he'd think? Besides, I can't leave her, but I may be recognized. What to do? What to do?-'

Out of nowhere, he exclaimed, "Yeah." He himself seemed caught off guard, as did the princess. Neither expected him to immediately say yes. Quite honestly, neither expected him to say yes. Particularly he himself.

Already saying it, however, he decided to go though with it.

"It's a good plan." he started off with, sincerity in his voice. "However, I'm not going to lie and say it'll definitely work. There's a chance that it won't.-"

"I'm positive it will. He's my dad. Besides, it's not like he knows you or what you are-"

"Was!" he said jokingly, before continuing with, "But a certain someone may have-I don't know-turned me in to the guards and, well, the entire kingdom." he said, as nicely as possible. The truth was plain and simple: he didn't mind. He would have done it too, had he been in her shoes.

"Who- oh." she said, hanging her head down.

He instantly felt somewhat bad for mentioning it. He didn't really think she'd take it in a good way, but decided to push his luck anyways.

As if on instinct, he put his hand on her chin and lifted her head up, so it was facing his, only inches away.

"Listen. I want you to forget about all that. We're starting new- remember? I would have done the same. It's fine. Just drop it." he said, in his usual kind voice.

She looked hesitant, then smiled and dove into his arms.

"Don't worry" she started with, still hugging him, "if I just explain to my father-I mean you rescued me-he'll understand. I'm sure. Then, we don't have to hide. You can stay at the castle. We can become-" she stopped, wide-eyed at what she had begun to say.

'Did I really just say that? More importantly, have I become in love with him again? No. Now's not the time. We have more important matter than love!' she thought, completely forgetting that he still heard the slip-up.

"Become… what?" he asked, hoping and at the same time, not hoping she just hinted at what he thought she hinted at.

"Oh uh." Her expression fell immediately. "Great friends?" she said, more as a question than an answer, but he excepted it nonetheless.

Nodding, he said, "Well. Let's do this."

She nodded, unsure if she still wanted to carry out.

Glancing into the room, you could see the crown hovering right above of Baljeet, held by the king himself. In the crowd of workers and other royals, etc., etc. a girl could be seen. Unlike the others, she was smiling intently. Her plan had carried out. Along with the crowned one's. Her name, was Ginger.

Phineas carefully slipped his hand on the glass window, opening it more, and leapt in, before Isabella had the chance. The king stood awestruck, and dropped the crown on the floor. Baljeet looked shock. 'I thought he'd be in mourning by now' he thought to himself. Only one in the room understood why he was there- and what it meant. The princess is alive, and they want revenge. That person, ironically, was the one smiling just moments before. Ginger.

"You-you-!" the king shouted. "You- murdered my daughter. YOU MURDERED HER!"

Previously afraid, you could see a moment of relief flood onto Baljeet's (and Ginger's) face. Quickly replaced by "fear" of course.

"No-"

"DON'T DENY IT COWARD!"

"But I didn't."

"OH! And I suppose YOU'RE going to tell us who did!" he said, the last part a weird mix of anger and sarcasm.

"Actually-"

"Oh by all means. Go right ahead" he said, again sarcastically. Just one look at the royal's face, anyone could see him resisting the urge to have him killed, or do it himself.

"The person who "killed" your daughter is standing right in this room. Ironically, you almost made him king." Phineas said, hoping dearly for Isabella to come. He did understand that this was completely unbelievable from anyone's point of view, but his own.

The king looked terribly angry for a second. Then he laughed. It was more of a forced laugh really. "That was the best you could come up with" he said, relief shown on Baljeet's face. "Guards! Take him away."

"BUT YOUR DAUGHTER'S NOT DEAD!"

"ENOUGH! ENOUGH OF YOUR LIES AND FALSE HOPE! GUARDS! I SAID TAKE HIM AWAY!"

A new voice appeared from the crown of shocked viewers. "No!" it shouted desperately.

At this point, the guards had already pinned him down, ready to take him to his death.

"Wha-?" the king mouthed.

Phineas actually gave a sigh of relief.

"Someone DOESN'T want my daughter's killer to be avenged! WHO IS THIS TRAITOR?" he shouted, fury still lingering from every last word.

"Me!" it shouted back. From the crowd, a girl with raven black hair emerged.

The king was shocked. Instantly lowering his tone he stated, "What is this?"

"Father" she replied, happy tears streaming on her face, "I'm alive. I wasn't killed. And it was HIM who saved me!" she said, happily pointing towards Phineas.

The king's jaw dropped in utter shock. "My daughter's a-" he said, whatever he said last being unintelligible.

"Father? But you must believe me! Baljeet tried to kill me last night. He revealed his plans. All he wants is the throne-"

"Which he has!"

"Father?"

"Princess" he stated, ignoring his daughter's annoyed face from this name. "I'm sorry, I don't know if he's brainwashed you or if you actually believe that, but either way…"

"Father?"

He didn't even look up. He looked at Baljeet, then the ground. After a while, he glanced up, but at the guards. With a slight nod, he muttered some words. Two actually. "I'm sorry."

And with that, he turned his back on the two, leaving them as confused as ever.

Involuntarily, he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, as if for protection.

Now it was the new king's turn to viciously lie. "Why'd you leave sweetie?" he said, putting an enormous amount of emphasis on 'sweetie'. "We could have ruled together." he gasped. Then he looked downwards, to their conjoined hands. "You're-you're cheating aren't you?" he said, with an obvious amount of forcefulness, not to mention the melodrama in his voice.

"Oh great. My daughter not only FAKED HER OWN DEATH, CHEATED ON THIS GREAT YOUNG MAN, BUT ALSO BETRAYED ME! MY OWN DAUGHTER! HOW- how can you live with yourself?!" he said, the final

part directed right at Isabella.

She looked like bursting into tears and dying right there. Feeling a surge of courage, however, she swallowed that down, and looked him in the eyes. "No father. How can you live with yourself?! Not even trusting your own DAUGHTER in her one and only time of need!"

"I've given you everything you ever wanted! How could you do- this?"

"Did you think I wanted those dresses or parties? OR EVEN TO BECOME QUEEN-" she said, her face reddening with anger, "PARTICULARLY WITH- HIM?!" she choked out, tears forming in her eyes.

"Is that why you ran away. To avoid crowing. To get with that- killer. To 'show me'." he said, the look of murder in his eyes. "Well I'm sorry this is who you've become then. … Guards!" he said, nodding at the end.

When she had joined Phineas, the guards pinning him down had left. But by now, they had reformed, and had almost cornered them. Not really planning for this, the duo were fearing for their lives right now, desperately looking for an easy escape. One with no deaths or needing of revenge from anyone. A quick, clean getaway.

Phineas, a master of this, quickly looked at the window. Fairly high up. Hard for one person to climb through. But there were two of them…

"Isabella-" he said, his eyes quickly looking from her to the window.

She seemed to catch on, because she was leading the way there, of course still holding his hand from earlier.

Once arriving under the window, he gave her a boost, and allowed her to climb up. Once she made it to the window she turned around and put her hands out, steadying her feet on the tree branch.

Just as her hand grabbed Phineas's, another one grabbed his leg, and pulled him away.