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I got some requests for a sequel to my story "Let it Go", so here you go! If you're new to my stories, you can also read this without reading "Let it Go", I think figuring out what happened is pretty easy once we're a couple paragraphs in. Or even once you read past the disclaimer.

Said disclaimer: I don't have any right to any of these characters. I know the opening scene has been done at least twice before – I hope it's not too old, and I don't have any claim over it. Nor am I trying to steal it. I have never been blind, or known anyone who is blind, so can I ask you to forgive me in advance if I make mistakes?

If You Love Something

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It wasn't the screaming that woke Ferb up, though that certainly helped. It was his own nightmare – growing worse and worse, as he struggled down the hallways of a haunting dreamland – and the cries, the cries of the lost little boy, the boy who had been depending on him…

When his eyes opened, he was surprised to hear the screaming still splitting his ears. "Phineas!" he called into the shadowed room.

"Ferb!" came the answer. His brother's voice was quivering. "Am I still dreaming? Am I still asleep? What's going on?"

"Shhh – you're awake."

Phineas started crying.

Ferb took a deep breath. His instinct was to go over and comfort his brother - but Phineas needed to learn to get through a night by himself.

It's just a night terror, Ferb reminded himself, trying to keep calm. It's a common condition - no one remembers them in the morning –

Phineas started whimpering, pulling the blankets up around his head, pure fear radiating from his scrawny body. "Help me, Ferb," he whispered, and his voice was husky and desperate.

"It's okay," Ferb whispered.

"Ferb! Help!"

"I'm coming," he said, tears pricking his eyes, trying to hold out just a second longer, for his brother's own good –

"Ferb, where are you?"

Ferb sprang out of bed and threw his arms around Phineas, hugging him and trying to tell him without words that he was safe. Then he remembered that Phineas had no real way of knowing who the person holding him was, and spoke. "I'm here…"

Phineas' tense muscles relaxed against Ferb, and Ferb sighed.

Oh, gosh, it's not a night terror – if it was, he wouldn't recognize me.

"Isabella," Phineas said. One word, but it conveyed so much.

"Shhh," Ferb said, and then used a phrase that sprang up too often in their conversations. "Let it go. Just go to sleep. She still loves you."

"No – how do you know?"

"Shhh…"

"Tomorrow –"

"Yes, tomorrow. Let tomorrow be tomorrow. Don't worry about it tonight."

Phineas laid his head on Ferb's shoulder like a small child. "Okay. But you know I wouldn't listen if it wasn't you."

A wave of acid guilt erupted in Ferb's chest. His brother was completely awake, if he was forming coherent, touching thoughts like that. How long had Phineas been screaming before his helper had come? Stuck in a half-world, convinced he was living a nightmare because he couldn't tell the dark dreams apart from the moonlit room?

"I'm here," Ferb said. "Don't you worry. It'll always be me."

It's short, I know - sorry. More is coming! :D Things will become clearer (I hope!)

What do you think?