A/N I know this story has been done to some extent before but I'm not trying to steal your story I promise, it just gave me a really good Idea. Disclaimer: I own none of the characters :(
"Ferb, when you get a chance I could use some help over here." Phineas tried to keep is voice level but there was an obvious tone of urgency. I walked over to where he was, drowning in wires and paperwork. We had been working on this nuclear reactor for weeks now but nothing we did seemed to work. It seemed like a fool-proof reactor wasn't possible, but neither of us were willing to say it out loud. I sat down next to my step-brother who, as far as I was concerned, was my as real as any brother could be. Phineas handed me some papers covered in sketches of the reactor, which on paper worked perfectly.
"I can't figure it out!" Phineas rubbed the bridge of his pointed nose. I read over his notes while he doodled something in the corner of one of the papers. Phineas loved drawing, sometimes more than building. It amazed me what he could do with a blank sheet of paper and a little time. He drew everything from flowers to elaborate floor plans, but his favorite subject was Isabella. They had finally confessed their feeling when we were all 15 and now 3 years later they were still inseparable. This was our last summer all together. In the fall I would be heading back to England to go to collage at Cambridge and both Phineas and Isabella would both be heading to California. Phineas had received full ride to Stanford, and Isabella had recived a partical scholarship but with the money saved from Phineas and her mother they had just enough. They had been so happy the day Isabella had received her acceptance letter.
"Here is your problem" I said pointing out the flaw in the plans. People are always amazed how intact my British accent still is, even after 13 years of living in America. Phineas always says it's because I rarely ever talk, maybe he's right.
"Oh, so I'm I supposed to connect the power source to the out-port unit directly?" Phineas screwed up his face in confusion. I nod. "Won't that over load the system?" I sighed, annoyed I would have to explain the whole thing.
"No. Wiring through the safety valve just slows down the whole process. It's like including a self-destruct button."
"Oh! I got it!" Phineas jumped up and walked over to a large computing board on the end of the backyard. He began rewiring enthusiastically. This made me chuckle to myself. Phineas was nearly 18 years old but the boundless energy he had as a kid had stuck with him. Admittedly I was a little jealous. Coffee had become my best friend these last few years. I was back in the garage finishing the welding the outside casing when I heard it. At first it was just a sort of popping noise then grew into the sound of an ocean crashing against a shore. I ran out side just in time to see Phineas just as the backyard exploded into gold and red flames. I flung myself to the ground and covered my face with my arm. The force of the explosion took my breath away and my ears were ringing. The heat was intense but a few seconds later its all but dissipated. I struggled to my feet. The arm that had covered my face was badly burned and my clothes were burned almost completely off but I wouldn't notice that until later. Only one thing was on my mind.
"PHINEAS!" I shrieked staggering into the backyard as best I could. The once green grass has been reduced to smoldering ash and the tree we use to seize everyday under was blackened, all the leaves burned. The windows in the back part of the house had been blown out. Luckily we had replaced the siding with a heat proof plastic years ago but the yellow paint which covered it had vanished.
"Phineas?" I asked into the debris settling in the air, choking me. I waited to hear his reply. His reassuring voice. A moan. A cough. Nothing. I continued to whisper his name. My head was spinning. I threw up. Expelling the foul smelling dust from my body. Just then Isabella appeared behind me. Her eyes huge as she took in the scene around her. The ash covered yard, huge burning chunks of metal and wood and me. Hunched over vomiting my guts out.
"W-where's Phineas?" Her lower lip trembled. Tears threatened to over flow her eyes. I was still trembling but I managed to shake my head. I expected her see her cry. I prepared myself to see her cry. I wanted to cry. I stayed strong for her. But she didn't cry. Instead she rushed over to a pile of twisted metal, which must have been searing hot, and started pulling it apart. I limped over to her, maybe to make her stop. To explain that Phineas was dead and it was all mu fault but as I approached I saw what she has seen. A tuft of fire-scorched red hair and a pointed face just stuck out under the metal, burned almost beyond recognition but definitely still breathing.
"Call 9-11!" I yelled as a burst of energy ripped through my body. I began to pull apart the pile frantically while Isabella pulled out her cellphone. The last thing I remember was the sounds of an ambulance just as the world turned black.
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