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Disclaimer:  All characters of P&F are owned by Dan, Swampy, and Disney.

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Chapter 5 - Locker

You can fit a lot into a one by one by three foot space.

Then again, middle school didn't really leave that much room to begin with, but students made do with what they had.

Phineas's had his books on the lower part, with a collapsible shelf halfway up.  He used this to hold smaller things like his multilingual pens and pencils.  Of course, there was one time where the shelf overextended, resulting in his neighboring lockers having large holes in their sides.  To this day, he still had not told anyone the real cause of the holes.

That's probably because nobody would have believed him.

Ferb's was neat as well, but he had built a mechanical arm that dispensed all of his supplies in accordance to his schedule.  It was nearly perfect...except for the fact that it would sometime give him his history text instead of his math one.  Imagine his surprise when he tried to open to the fractions chapters and ended up in the Factions chapter.

Isabella's was different in the fact that hers was mind-numbingly pink.  On the very back wall, she had many pictures of Phineas surrounded by hearts and rainbows.  Yeah, there were books in there too, but who cared about that when you had the boy of your dreams right down the hall?

Buford's...well, it was a wonder that anything could be found in the mess heap that he called a locker.  However, he managed to find things when he needed them most (which was usually at the very last minute).

Baljeet's was free of mess and dysfunction, almost to the point where even the slightest thing out of place would send the Indian boy into a tizzy.  There were alphabetized, sorted, and properly calibrated.  The last part was important because his digital itinerary made sure that everything was kept in order even when he was away from his locker.

An important place for an important part in a young kid's life...

Unless you're Buford, of course, who was currently lying in an avalanche of the belongings that had spilled out of his locker.

"For the record, Buford, it is really not that difficult to keep it neat."

"You be quiet, Nerd!"

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Rush - Chapter 5

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Yeah, this was totally suppose to happen a week ago.

Hence the whole "Rush" thing.

The suggestions, in case you were wondering, were brought to me by KrystalFruit22, a co-worker of mine who is the only person I know who has a 1k+ reviewed fanfic.  She writes Avatar fanfiction, and I would strongly suggest giving her a shot.  Her writings start off rather slow, but they pick up rather quickly if you keep with it.  I highly recommend it.

Anyhoots, this is the last chapter of this collection of one-shots.  I might do this again at some point in the future.  I didn't really keep the schedule that I wanted, but it did the job I wanted it to.

Read and review, if you like.  Until next time, people.

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Disclaimer: The Teen Titans animation is the property of Glen Murakami and Warner Bros. Animation.

Chapter 3 – A Brand New Direction

"Robin?"

The voice sounded very far away.  It echoed in every direction at once.

"Robin?"

The face on the screen seemed to silently mock him, as if to---

"Hey, Robin!"

Cyborg's shout managed to bring the group leader back to focus.

"You all right, man?"

The Teen Titans leader said nothing, the sour look on his face increasing in intensity by the second.  Suddenly, he turned toward the exit.

"Dude, where are you going?"

"I need to clear my head."  With that, he walked out, leaving his team worried...

And the archer on the screen confused.  "Uhhh...what's his deal?"

"Speedy, I would need an entire day to go through his deal."  Cyborg set his gaze back onto the screen.  "We'll go ahead and start analyzing the materials.  Let us know if you find any more of it."

"Will do.  Speedy out."

As the display faded back to black, Cyborg glanced over his shoulder to the rest of the team.  "BB, Rae, I'm going to need your help with getting the equipment prepped."

"What about Starfire?"

"I think she already knows what she's doing," he smiled.  "Star?"

"I am metaphorically and literally 'ahead of you', Cyborg," Starfire said, floating toward the door Robin had used to exit.  "I shall see if he needs any consoling."

"Well, hurry up.  Don't let him go into a funk if you can; we're going to need him for whatever he's planning."

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Robin leaned over his desk, the papers that had Slade's last known whereabouts and activities strewn all about.  He had spent countless hours in this room, looking and searching for his nemesis.  Even with the threat of the Brotherhood of Evil around the globe, he would take every available moment to see if there was any clue...any hint that Slade was back.

And he had found nothing.

Now, all of a sudden, in the span of ten video frames, there he was.  It was as if he never left.

Robin's rage boiled over.

"RAH!"

He threw the mask at the door, determined to either shatter it or make a large dent in the entryway.  Or both.

"Robin."

Or neither.

He had closed his eyes in rage, not knowing that a very quick-reflexed Tamaranian had entered his room, or that she had expertly caught the mask out of the air.

"I do not believe the smashing of anything is going to subside your anger."

Robin turned back toward the table, his rage barely being contained.  "It won't, but it will make me feel a little better."

Starfire walked forward, gently setting the mask on the desk.  She did not want to jump into the issue headlong, but she could not figure out an easier way to try to get Robin to calm down.  "Robin--"

"I don't want to hear it, Star."

"Robin, we do not even know what his plan is, or even if he has a plan."

"My gut's telling me he does."  Robin pounded the desk with his fist.  "And my gut is almost always right."

"Well, perhaps you can tell your gut to keep the guessing to a minimum."

He turned toward her, his voice rising.  "Star, we had all of the criminals in Jump City in custody.  None of them have had an opportunity to get a foothold into anything these past two weeks.  And Chang's not exactly smart enough to work it all out on his own. He had to have help.  And he's worked with Slade before."  His fists started to shake as his gaze went to the floor.  "I know I never should have let him walk way from me when we had to stop Trigon."

"But we did.  Because it was for the greater good."

"That doesn't make me feel any better, Star."

Starfire walked forward, placing her hand on his shoulder.  "Robin, I do realize that this is your arch nemesis that we are conversing about, but it is impossible to know what he is planning at this time.  All we can do is be prepared."

Robin's eyes were still on the table, so Starfire took the opportunity to continue onward.

"We are not the same team that fought him when he was working with Trigon.  We are stronger.  This is also not mentioning all of the new friends that we have made over the past few weeks.  None of them will let us down."

"I don't want to drag anyone else into this.  It's my fight."

"It is not your fight, Robin.  It is ours.  Cyborg's and Beast Boy's and friend Raven's as well as mine.  You will not rid yourself of our companionship so easily."

Starfire, to the shock of Robin, forcibly turned him around and embraced him.

"Whatever happens, Robin, we will be with you.  Together."

Robin blushed, returning her hug.  "Thanks, Star."

"I really hate to break up whatever boyfriend/girlfriend consoling you guys are doing right now..."

Both Robin and Starfire jumped, the sound of Cyborg's voice booming over the loudspeaker.

"But I found something that you might want to take a look at, Robin."

Robin pressed a button on his desk.  "We'll be right there, Cyborg."  He turned to his alien teammate, a smile returning to his face.  "Let's go catch some bad guys."

Starfire squealed as she started to hover toward the door.  "Oh, I do enjoy the catching of the bad people!"

With that, they were off to rejoin their teammates, leaving the mask and their worries behind...for the meantime.

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Duplicate - Chapter 3

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Hey, remember that time I totally was working on an entire "season" of new stories for Teen Titans?

Yup...those were the days.

I was suppose to get this done on Sunday, but the fact that I suck at fantasy football caused a lot of things to fall to the wayside, including this.

But hey, if I can update this...

Actually, nope.  Not going to promise anything.  Just expect to see some familiar faces in the next chapter.

Read and review, if you like.  Until next time, people.

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Disclaimer:  You know the drill by now.

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Chapter 4 - Slang

"Do you have a book in your hand?"

"Yeah, what's it to ya?"

"Buford, the only things that I've ever seen you have in your hands are either food or Baljeet's head."

"True."  The bully shifted in his seat, the book draped over his lap.  "But nobody eva' said I could become distinguished."

Adyson shook her head as she turned onto her stomach.  "Yeah, like that would happened."

"You neva' know."  Buford started to leaf through his book.  "I could even make myself British like Ferbo."

"I...don't think that's how that works."

"Just look at this page."

Adyson got up and walked over to Buford to peer at the page.  "Buford, this is a bunch of British slang."

"I know.  If I start using words like stonkin' and winge, maybe Ferbo's cousins will be more inclined to notice my presence."

"What even goes on in your brain sometimes?  You're crazy!"

"You mean barmy, right?"

"I'm leaving."  Adyson made a motion to grab her backpack near the front door.

"Hold up, Sweets!  I haven't even gotten to the best parts yet."

"No, I'm pretty sure the best parts are behind us, Buford."

"Listen!"  Buford pointed a finger at the Fireside girl.  "I got no idea what ya going on about, but ya seem to be in some sort of nark.  It would be quite fittin' to put a sock in it so you can take a gander at the full monty."

For a second, Adyson's face was torn between amusement and incredulity, and Buford thought he had succeeded in impressing her.

"I don't even think you know what you just said."

And then the moment passed.

"Hey, I do!"  Buford looked down at his book, rapidly tearing through the pages.  "Just...give me a second."

Adyson slung her bag over her shoulder.  "I'm going to head home.  Try not to confuse yourself, OK?"

The boy was still rummaging in the book, not paying attention to her.  She took the opportunity to make sure she got the last word.

"You are a right pillock.  You know that, right?"

"Right!"

Adyson smirked as she showed herself out the door.

"...Wait, what?"

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Rush - Chapter 4

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  I thought that I would only have to watch a few Achievement Hunter videos to get all of the British slang that I needed.  Unfortunately, Gavin didn't give me everything that I needed.  Good thing the Internet exists.

I'll probably have the final chapter out tomorrow, provided the subject that was given to me works out OK.  That...and I have other stories I need to get out.

Read and review, if you like.  Until next time.

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Disclaimer:  All characters of Phineas and Ferb are the property of Dan Poooly crap am I really going to write the same thing three times in a row?  The answer is "Negatory"!

Chapter 3 - On His Sleeve

Phineas pulled what seemed to be the hundredth shirt out of his dresser and held it up for his brother to examine.

Another shrug of indifference.

"C'mon, Ferb!  You need to help me out here."

The green-haired boy raised a quizzical eyebrow at his sibling.

"What?  I need something better than my usual attire."

"Why?"

The one word was enough to completely throw Phineas off.  "What do you mean why?"

Ferb shrugged, returning his gaze back to his book.

The redhead walked over to the Brit's bead in a lousy attempt to intimidate his brother.  "Look, don't give me that silent treatment.  You're probably wondering why I would go through all of the trouble to find some different clothes if all I'm doing is meeting Isabella for lunch.  Hey, I wasn't even the one who asked her; she was the one who asked me.  And we're even going to that little cafe place that I would have not given a second glance at and I researched earlier in the day and they have these tiny little sandwiches with tuna in them..."

Ferb was going to interrupt after the cafe part just to say that Phineas was now haphazardly trying to shove his head into one of the sleeves of his shirt, but alas...he was having too much fun to stop him.

"And then you have to find something to go with the shirt.  Maybe a tie or a pocket square or a pocket protector--"

"Phineas!"

"What?"

Ferb smirked, his brother's diatribe finally halted.  "Man, Isabella sure is making you crazy."

"She has nothing to do with that!"

Ferb grunted in disbelief.

"OK, so she does, but not as much as you think."

"Just calm down, Phineas.  I only asked a simple question.  You were the one with the speech."

The redhead sighed, straightening his collar in the mirror.  "I feel like my heart's about to burst."

"I have an idea."

"Hmm?"

Ferb got up silently from his bed and strode over to his brother.  Without a word, he grabbed his shoulder, made a motion to grab an invisible object, and proceeded to place his hand on his chest.  He patted it twice, gave Phineas a wink and a thumbs-up, and headed downstairs...

All the while Phineas watched with narrowed eyes.

"...What just happened?"

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Rush - Chapter 3

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Think about it for a second.

And the title.

It'll come to you.

I'll wait.

...OK, I won't wait.  See, this is what happens when I try to do cerebral work.  It's "cerebral"ously cheezy.

.......This is also what happens when you finish writing quick shots at 2:30 in the morning.  So I'll just leave on that note.

Read and review, if you like.  Until next time.

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Disclaimer:  All characters of Phineas and Ferb are the property of Dan, Swampy, and Disney.

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Chapter 2 - Sandwich

"Do we even know what this guy is talking about?"

"Something about healthy foods or taking care of your body, I can't really hear them." 

"Why doesn't he turn his mic up?"

"I don't know.  Why don't you go up there and ask him?"

"Because I'm currently being smushed together with everyone else in the school." 

Indeed, Adyson and Katie were not in the most comfortable of positions.  Being herded into the auditorium to watch a presentation on health and the body not only was a unwelcome intrusion to their day, but it wasn't exactly comfortable for everyone to be sitting so close to each other.

Or...I should say almost everyone. 

"I don't know, ladies," Irving said, nudging both of them in the shoulder.  "I don't really mind this."

"Well, of course you don't."  Adyson elbowed him back rather hard in the gut.  "You're completely surrounded by the people who would usually be ignoring you." 

"Adyson, that was mean."

"Hey, I'm speaking the truth."

"She is."

"Irving, don't help her out!" Katie fumed.  "She already has enough as it is."

He shrugged slightly.  "Meh, what can you do about it?"  He stretched his arms around both of their shoulders to hold them closer.  "At least I have the company of my two favorite girls.  It's like a Irving sandwich."

Adyson plucked his hand off of her and grimaced.  "Yeah, I'm going to go with a 'No' on that one."

"Hey, I don't mind, Irving," Katie said as she leaned closer to him.  "We'll be like an open-faced Irving sandwich."

"Bleh.  More like a knuckle sandwich up his--"

"Adyson!"

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Rush - Chapter 2

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Two updates in two days?  Inconceivable!

I did say I was going to update this one within a week, right?

...Or maybe I didn't.  OK, let me say it now:  An update a day for a week is the intent.

Two for two.  Let's hope this continues.

Read and review if you like.  Until next time, people.

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DessertsAreStressed Featured By Owner May 31, 2013  Student Writer
Heyhey! Saw it was your birthday so.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :D :huggle:
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I haven't talked with you in a while. How's it going, buddy?
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Amg, I didn't know you had a dA! :giggle: I read one your stories on Fanfiction hehe cx
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Hey Jason, could you look at the new journal in the group?
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DessertsAreStressed Featured By Owner May 27, 2012  Student Writer
HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!!! :D
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Hope ya hav another awesome year!!! :huggle:
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I have a new story on fanfiction.net!
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Hey, did you see Minor Monogram? Feretchen is gonna win!
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...How is it you aren't more well known around here? :nuu:
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Arctimon Featured By Owner May 5, 2012
Don't update often enough?

Fanfiction's not the best way to get known on a art-centric website?

Take your pick. I don't really know why myself.
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Hey, did you see my group's new journal entry about the new PnF episode?
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