Remember when I said I'll write a Ferbnessa one-shot in More Than A Platypus? Well, I took the idea and polished it up to become a multi-chapter story. Hooray for inspiration... and metaphor cheese and transitive verb crackers! Wait, not everything has to be a metaphor. Lots of you guys like Ferbnessa, right? This starts out as Montnessa, but eventually becomes Ferbnessa. In my opinion, Montnessa's more interesting, but Ferbnessa's cuter. Overall, I prefer Ferbnessa though. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Dan Povenmire and Jeff "Swampy" Marsh own Phineas and Ferb.


Vanessa's Secret

"But, dad!"

"Vanessa, you know I don't approve of this," Dr. Doofenshmirtz said firmly, while herding his daughter to her room.

She spun around abruptly. "It's not fair. Johnny never worked out, and when I finally find a nice boy who actually cares about me, I can't see him. All because of this… rivalry between you and Major Monogram!" argued Vanessa.

"Vanessa—" the two had stopped in the door frame of the dark room, "we shall talk about this later." She had never seen her father so stern; it was so unlike him, so she obeyed.

Before he closed the door, Vanessa could have seen a glimpse of Perry the Platypus' sorry expression in the purple and green painted hallway behind her father's scrawny figure. She wished she could reassure him. That he did his best, and that it was fine.

She sighed, and leaned against her door for a moment. As she lifted her head, she could faintly decipher the sounds outside. Dr. Doofenshmirtz was complaining to Perry the problems of having a teenage daughter. He sounded mellow now. Then there was a sudden uprising in his voice; she decided not to care. Whether it was about his evil scheme or Vanessa's choices— she chose not to care. She chose not to listen.

The girl closed her eyes for a moment, frustrated. She ran her thoughts over and over in her mind. What happened today?

Ripple dissolve...

It had started like any other day. Norm made them crunchy eggs for breakfast. Vanessa decided to skip breakfast today. She had promised Monty a stroll and a lovely lunch picnic in the park today. Now all she had to do was to make in out of the house, and back without Heinz questioning her much.

Just as Vanessa was heading to the door in the midst of the morning nemesis confrontation when Heinz noticed her departure.

"Vanessa, honey, where are you going?" he had asked before Perry swiftly knocked him down with the caliber of the O.W.C.A.'s most professional and finest agent.

"Oh, just for a walk," she answered.

"With who?"

"Just a friend," she had said, a bit in a sing-songy voice; clearly not wanting to tell him much. His stressed face was laced with suspicion. Perry's showed a smirk, but also displayed discouragement and empathy simultaneously.

That was how she left them. But that day was one of the worst days not to listen to your dad. At breakfast every day, her father would describe to her what his scheme would be for the day. Vanessa usually tuned him out. She had no interest in evil, anyways.

His scheme this time, was the Giant-Telescope-Inator (with extra emphasis on the 'scope'). The reason: secrets, secrets, and more secrets. He didn't tolerate lies, so why would it be reasonable for him to respect secrets? Dr. Doofenshmirtz's Inator was (obviously) a giant telescope, but it had sight at different angles and surround sound. It was also able to see through walls and buildings, useful for discover anything and everything.

Vanessa was walking to the park. It was only a short distance to Danville Park from Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated; it took even less time since she had a swing in her step today. She found Monty where he told her to meet him. A woven picnic basket was held in his hands; a charming smile displayed on his face. They greeted with a warm hug, the kind they reserved only for each other, because they were dating.

They found a good spot under a maple tree after a walk into the heart of Danville settled their red plaid blanket there. Monty looked worried, though he tried not to show it.

"Monty?" Vanessa had to know what was bothering him.

"Yes, Vanessa?" His dark eyes looked up from digging through his picnic basket to meet Vanessa's.

"What's bothering you?" asked Vanessa bluntly, and took Monty by surprise.

"Nothing! Nothing… I'm fine," he answered hastily.

Vanessa crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"It's just that… my dad almost found out about, you know… our relationship."

She dropped her arms. "Oh, I know how that feels."

Monty was silent for a moment. He took out the paper plates and their homemade meals. Vanessa decided to speak. She couldn't just leave it at that. It's better to know than not to know, of course. Casually she asked, "So what are we going to do about it?"

"What can we do?"

"Well, what would happen if they found out? When they find out?"

He paused in the middle of unwrapping two freshly made chicken sandwiches. "Enjoy it while it lasts then, Vanessa."

That wasn't a satisfying enough answer. "Alright, but still. We would be in serious trouble when they do. And do you know what would happen to O.W.C.A. or L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. or—"

"Vanessa, do you really think I didn't give any of these a thought when I chose to be in a relationship with the daughter of my father's sworn enemy?" Monty split the salad between their plates.

"When you say it like that…" she giggled. Clearly Monty was right.

"Have I ever let you down?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question, but Vanessa felt the need to answer him.

"Well, there was that time..." she joked.

They both chuckled. Monty took a bite from his summer sausage as they discussed playful banter and gossip. And of course, a few compliments and a dash of flirting. They were both feisty teenagers, of course. Vanessa was almost full, and decided to taste the strawberry cheesecake her boyfriend had brought. She savored the tangy, yet sweet taste of the tart fruit combined with the classic flavor of cheesecake. The rich, creamy texture was worth an award itself. Vanessa had heard that Monty's mum was an excellent cook. Now she knew he really meant 'excellent'.

Finally, they finished eating. It was one-fourteen. Major Monogram expected Monty back fourteen minutes ago. Now he was late. With no regrets. He was overworked anyways. But Francis Monogram was a strict parent, so they bid each other goodbye, and went on their diverse ways.

Vanessa arrived at her father's apartment in the middle of his rambling. He turned his head abruptly towards her as she turned around to lock the penthouse door. Perry did the same when his nemesis had a grim look on his face. His shoulders drooped. This wasn't going to end well. Heinz strode over, an unreadable expression on his face. He left Agent P just like that, mid-sentence in his monologue, but he understood why.

He loomed over her now. "How was the park?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Huh?" She turned around to find her father standing over her and was caught off guard. "Oh, fine."

"And Monty?"

She paled.

"What about him?" the words tumbled out from her mouth, she did not want to talk about this. There was no way he couldn't have known, unless…

"I saw you two through my Inator," he answered. "Is there anything you're not telling me?"

Silence.

Vanessa finally sighed. "Listen, Monty's been really good to me. He's better than Johnny. He actually cares about me..."

Dr. Doofenshmirtz ignored her rapid pleas and explanations. He wanted to send her away, for taking interest in the son of his sworn enemy. But most of all, for disobeying him. Heinz Doofenshmirtz was a parent first, then an evil scientist. He couldn't trust his enemies; Perry was his nemesis, something entirely different. He would even turn down the offer of being the ruler of… the entire Tri-state Area! if it meant a hair on Vanessa will be harmed.

Heinz tried his best to calm down, and with a composed, yet firm, voice, he commanded her, "Go to your room. And don't see him again."

"But, dad!"

The flashback faded. Vanessa was still leaning on the closed door. She assumed her father continued with his evil scheme. She guessed she was standing there for a while. Vanessa had some time to kill, before Dr. Doofenshmirtz finished his daily scheme. Looking like a trudging Candace, she miserably wended over to her bed and flopped down, thrusting her head into the pillows. Vanessa turned her head sideways, so she could breathe. Her arms were still wrapped around a large purple pillow.

Then after a moment, she sat up. She was sixteen, not six. And she needed to act like it. Laying back onto her cushioned nightstand, she took out her phone. She knew this would eventually lead to a break-up with Monty, and with break-ups, follow the essential support. There was this friend she remembered, whom Vanessa knew would always support her wholeheartedly, and was just as charming too.

So Vanessa timidly dialed a number she hadn't dialed in a long time. Her ringtone played as she raised the cellphone slowly up to her ear. A noise indicated that the receiver picked up.

"Hey. It's Vanessa."

A British voice answered. "Vanessa?"


Like I said, this one's mainly Montnessa. The Ferbnessa doesn't come in until the next one. Alright, review if you think Ferb is amazing, or if you want to voice your opinion on this story.

~Fyrvi