Prologue

"Heinz. Heinz please."

An eighteen year old Linda Flynn grabbed her boyfriend's coat sleeve. Her eyes were huge in fear and desperation. "Please don't leave me."

Her eighteen year old beau faced her with his own eyes open in fear, but it was a totally different kind of fear. A fear that was not desperate or frightened.

They were terrified. Scared out of his wits. He had one hand on the doorknob, and the other being held limply in the air by his girlfriend, soon to be ex girlfriend.

"I-I'm sorry, Linda. But I . . . I don't think. . . I know that I'm not ready to have a-a, a child." He swallowed and pulled his arm out of her grasp. "I'm sorry," he apologized, his voice a low murmur.

He left quickly, going out the door and leaving her behind. Linda stood there for a moment in fear, shocked that he actually had left. Feeling scatterbrained she flung the door open, "Heinz!" she called out, knowing he had to be only a few feet away from the door.

But he was gone. As if he had been vaporized, like he had never existed.

Linda took in a trembling breath and took a terrified step back. She placed a hand on her chest and fell down on her knees, holding her head in her hands, releasing the tears and sobs she had been holding back.

Welcome! Welcome my children! Thank you for joining me on the first chapter of this new phineas and ferb story i'm working on. If you're a follower of the previous story 'Thunderstorm' then welcome back! :) like seriously thanks for joining me once more on this journey of new storyness. Unfortunately, perry will not be playing such a major role as our last adventure. Someone on utube pointed out a few things about some likes b/w our favorite villain and joyous little phineas. So . .. . this idea for a fanfiction sprung forth. Read on!

Chapter 1

10 years later

A six year old Phineas Flynn looked up from his coloring book. He cast a glance over his shoulder from the kitchen table in the direction of where his new step-brother sat in the living room in front of the tv playing with blocks. Candace was upstairs playing with their dolls. It was a Wednesday in the middle of June, and the boys had been promised by Mom and Dad that they would go to get a pet on Phineas's birthday, this Saturday. But it would be a family pet of course.

Phineas' thoughts trailed off and he jerked himself back to the task at hand. "Mom?" he asked, blinking his innocent dark eyes a couple of times.

"Yes?" Linda asked, turning where she stood preparing dinner. She grabbed a towel and wiped her hands as she addressed her son.

Phineas thought of his step-dad (who he called Dad anyway because that's what he was) and thought of his step-brother, Ferb. They both looked alike in more ways than one. But because Dad and Phineas weren't related biologically, they didn't look a smidgeon alike.

"Who's my real Dad?" he asked boldly, unaware at how strong and dangerous that question could be.

She paused. "Why, Phineas you know who your Dad is. It's Lawrence."

"Well, yeah I know that," Phineas spoke like she was crazy. "But Dad wasn't the first boy who. . . you know . . ."

Mom paused. "First boy who what?" raising an eyebrow.

"Kissed," he lowered his voice to a whisper that was pretty loud.

Linda almost deflated and smirked at him, "No, your dad wasn't the first boy I kissed. He was the second one actually."

"Well, where's my dad?" Phineas asked, eyes wide. "Is it the same dad as Candace's?"

"Yes, you and Candace share the same father," Linda answered. She decided this was a conversation that came over dinner so she walked over to the table and sat down in a chair next to her son's. "As for where your father is, I don't know where he is. I haven't seen him since before you and your sister were born."

Phineas looked at her and his eyes looked away for a moment before looking back at her. "So. . . why did he leave?"

She gave him a sad smile, "Your father wasn't ready to be a dad yet."

"Oh," Phineas said. "Were you guys married?"

Linda shrugged, "No. We weren't."

"So Dad was the first boy you married?"

"Yes. Yes he was."

"Okay. Thanks Mom." Phineas grabbed his red crayon and kept coloring, not looking back at her. Linda came to the conclusion that Phineas was done talking and she began to stand up and keep working on dinner. But then his next question made her freeze.

"Mom? Will I ever get to meet him?"

Linda felt her heart twist where she stood and she leaned over the counter for a moment, breathing hard. She loved her husband Lawrence more than anything but the thought of what her ex boyfriend had done before he left her made her break down. She stood up straighter and answered her son, not turning as she did. "No. I don't think you will Phineas."

"Why not? And why doesn't he ever visit?"

"I don't even think he knows you're alive Phineas," she answers, trying to make her tone strong but it comes out weak and broken. "He just knows that he has a daughter. I don't know if he knows he has a son as well."

"Does he love Candace? Has she met him?"

"No, she hasn't. I haven't seen him for ten years myself." Linda smirked at the thought of her ex. The image of his innocent and goofy face sprung up in her mind fondly, and she pushed the thought of him away briskly when she reminded herself of her new husband, who was ten times the man her ex ever was.

Phineas was quiet for a few moments before asking, more curious. "Do you love him?"

It was a few moments before Linda answered. "I did. But now I'm in love with your dad."

"What's the difference between a father and a dad?"

"A father is the one who helped bring me you and your sister. And a dad is the one who sticks around, takes care of you, and loves you very much."

"Oh. Okay."

Then Phineas got up and went to go sit with his brother.