Author's Note

Hello, I'm ViolentNerd102 and this is my first story posting on this account. I had an account several years ago under the name of ViolentNerd101 but I got caught up in work and stopped working on it. Unfortunately, I cancelled the email service I used to create such an account or just forgot which one I used so I created this one because fanfiction has always been a guilty pleasure of mine. For my first story I thought it fitting to go back and edit the first story I ever posted: Phineas and Ferb: A Stitch in Time. You will find that this version has many differences from its predecessor. However, I won't spoil it for you, and I'm assuming that you've read my summary if you've made it this far. I would like to ask that if you do like my work or have any creative comments, please review my product; it is the only way to improve my writing. I hope you enjoy the story and thank you for your time.

All in a Day's Work

The thick smell of smoke and dust filled the air as the young Marine's head continued to pound. Coughing up blood, he looks around, dazed and confused. He can hear the crying of two young kids lying next to him for him to wake up. His body seems weak as he continues to struggle to get off of the ground, his elbows buckling under his own weight. His head lazily swings over noticing the peculiar triangle shaped head he knows all too well as the cold, metallic taste of blood fills his mouth. Suddenly, a noise in his ear snaps him out of his daze temporarily.

"-here's the Cap-We've lo-ound" a voice, filled with fear, screams over the microphone, static tearing apart the message, "GET DO-ORPSMAN!-FALL BACK!" After the brief message, an eerie silence falls over the microphone as it all comes flooding back. The building collapsed while he was helping the kids…vital to repairing his life…they needed him. He continued to struggle, cursing under his breath. In a sense of irony, the man who sought death for so long had finally come close to finding it…and in that moment did not want to die.

Goddamn it Flynn…not like this…not like this…

Some Time Earlier…

"Hey! Angela, what did you do with my tool-kit?" spoke the almost obnoxious voice of a young boy, with a peculiar triangle shaped head and a top of black hair. He stood with a very slight slouch he inherited from his father, standing tall in his Fireside Boys uniform. He stood in the middle of a quaint backyard, under the shade of a particularly large tree.

"It's in the garage with the rest of your stuff, Adrian, I didn't touch it!" came the sweet voice of Angela, who stood slightly taller, with gorgeous red hair and a bow that had been given to her by her mother. Adrian always looked at his sisters, who were spitting young images of their mother, with some form of envy when it came to the color of their hair. He was sure that someday, he was going to dye his hair red.

"Awesome! So guys, whatcha think we should do today?" the young boy asked with eagerness and excitement, a smile spreading from cheek to cheek at the mere thought of another adventure. Shortly after his announcement, his younger sister, Julia, popped out from behind Angela.

"Could we build a salon? The young girl of seven asked, looking up at her brother with puppy-dog eyes.

"Well…not quite what I had in mind…but ok!" Adrian replied with vigor, "I'll call together the Troop and we'll be ready to go!" With that, Adrian left with largest of smiles to make the necessary calls. Every day of summer was a new adventure for him, and how could anyone want more?

"Ugh…" sighed an old, worn out looking scientist, slouched in his char staring at a chess game.

"You win again, curse you Perry the Platypus!" He said in an exasperated voice, almost mocking himself at the same time. He watched in silent contempt as his lifelong nemesis slowly made his way out the door. A scowl grew on the scientist's face, at the realization that unlike himself…that animal probably lived a life of no regrets. Perry was always successful; he always got what he wanted. Despite cutting a deal with the O.W.C.A to get his daughter into college, giving up his evil schemes, and the awkward friendship that existed between the two, over the years a hole remained in the old evil genius' heart. His opinions turning sourer as his mind came to a realization that sickened him. He had just spent the last twenty years of losing to an animal. Once he had had aspirations to rule the Tri-State area and now he only aspired to be permitted the dignity of dying alone in his home.

"I can't accept this!" the scientist, known as Heinz Doofensmirtz, announced to his empty room. His voice echoed off the wall, the lack of content in the room present the sound a clear path. Rage and disappointment once again filled his eyes. He had to find a way out of this quickly, and he didn't have the luxury of time on his side. All of a sudden the voice of an old evil friend filled his mind.

Never get discourage Heinz, for time is a weird thing. The slightest influence can change an entire world. Time is indeed a very tricky and fragile thing…

Suddenly, it all clicks in his mind, a way to reverse everything that had happened to him. For the first time in many years, Doofensmirtz knew what he was going to do that day.

"So Ferb, oh brother of mine, what endeavor shall we partake in today?" came the excited voice of Phineas Flynn, who sat in his office looking over at his dear step-brother, Ferb. In the moments of silence immediately after his question, an unbelievably huge smile fills the young man's face as he begins to reflect on the road so far. He had lived a phenomenal life thus far; he had a beautiful family and managed to secure himself employment in a field in which he did what he always did best, seized the day. As the silence linger from that of acknowledgement to lack of decision, Phineas glanced over at Ferb, who sat with a completely blank look on his face.

"I…I don't know." He finally responded in a tone that Phineas had never heard before.

"What do you mean you don't know? We've always been able to come up with the most amazing things to do!" Phineas asked, flabbergasted. Would it even be possible for them to run out of ideas? The ever-so-creative Phineas and Ferb? These questions raced through Phineas' mind as even he found himself drawing up a blank. So there sat the two brothers, in a deafening silence, neither one figuring out what to do that day.

Isabella Flynn sat, sprawled out across her couch in the living room. It had been a long week at the office and she had earned her day off, her eyelids becoming heavier as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Even unconscious she still lay with a blissful smile on her face. Though there were many angst ridden years in which she began to have doubts, she had finally built the life she had wanted with the boy she always wanted to build it with. There were days where she would look back and wonder how she could ever worry at all. Almost too suddenly, the ringing of her phone next her ear rustles her out of her day-dreams. She quickly picks up her, her smile spreading from ear-to-ear as she notices the face on the caller-ID.

"Hey Phineas, Whatcha doin?" she asked as she answered the phone, her cheerfulness almost seeming to infect Phineas through the phone.

"Hey, Isabella, just trying to figure out what to do today, Ferb and I are in a bit of a rut!" Phineas replied, his mood visibly better at the sound of his wife's voice. Isabella chuckles to herself, shaking her head at her own husband's words. How could a man such as him, with all of his experience, doubt himself now? Phineas Flynn doesn't get in a rut, doesn't stay in one anyway.

"Oh don't worry honey," Isabella started warmly, "You'll find something to do and all of sudden there won't be enough time. You know how funny time is!"

"Oh do I!" Phineas began with a chuckle before his tone becomes more serious, full of thought, "It can also be a fragile thing…something to be measured and quantified…I know what we're gonna do today!" Isabella's smile intensifies; she always loved the tone in his voice when he figured something out.

"Well, I'll let you boys get to it. Don't be late for dinner," Isabella began affectionately, "I love you, Phineas."

"I love you too, Isabella. You're the best!" Phineas replies lovingly, "But no promises on the dinner thing, this might get intense!"

"My god, Uranium is hard to come by!" an exhausted Doofensmirtz cries out in his room, "But hey at least I never have to tell anyone how I got it…or this Time Machine build kit…God technology just amazes me!" It had been an incredibly long day, and the sun was beginning to set, the patrons of the world finishing up their respective activity. Sliding over to the keypad, he inputs a date that will change all dates. An evil smile spreads across his face as the machine sparks to life, whirring loudly.

"YES! BACK TO THE PAST…TO SECURE MY FUTURE…or something!" he announces to the world as he enters the vortex in front of him. Little does he know, his actions will have complications greater than he could have ever imagined.

The day had brought forth its own pleasures and challenges, as Phineas stood and reveled at his new invention. It was a device that marked his mastery of the time, a panic room of sorts. In it were various technologies he had developed in the past, a teleported, food replicator, and even a full entertainment room. All of these ran secondary to the console in the center of the room, a time machine unlike any that had been conceived. It measured the flow of the timeline in not only this reality but to the two closest parallel realities as well. It used data collected from all three to form a baseline which if disturbed could pinpoint a special anomaly within the timeline. This room had also been built with the specialty of shielding individuals from the changing of the timeline, if it ever occurred. In short, it was the ultimate panic room in the event of a time crisis.

"Well, today was certainly a great day but time is short," Ferb began, chuckling at his own pun, "I'm meeting Vanessa for an early dinner, I'll see you tomorrow bro!" As Phineas watched his step-brother walk out, he couldn't help but be flooded with more ideas. His day was far from over. The devices he had built used the energy in the air to create a field unaffected by the alteration of space time, but such a concept, simple in nature, was extremely complex in construction. Glancing down at the clock he smirked, realizing he still has a few hours until dinner. His job, though stressful, was made easier by a quick glance made to his family picture. However, he sought a way to make such a field portable, able to allow one person from moving about in the altered time line.

Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out his schematics and three watches. Such devices could be made to house the portable field generators and he already had all the details laid out in general. All that remained was to work out the kinks.

"WARNING: SPACE TIME CONTINUUM DISTORTED…TIME TILL TIMELINE FRACTURE: 1:30:00" an alarm suddenly rings out as the panic room turns red, startling the young scientist who jumps and turns. His heart dropping in disbelief and terror, one thought crossing his mind, he had to finish the devices. An idea crosses his mind, the room is already protected. Rushing to the console, he inputs some data, pulling up information of the status of the field generator; his look of concern intensifying upon the realization that his field did not work. He and Ferb had been working entirely in theoretical theories, and had made some calculations. Cursing under his breath, he rushed to work to save his family.

"Alright guys, thanks for coming!" Adrian yelled at his buddies, all who whom were leaving with very tired but satisfied looks on their faces.

"How is your mom gonna react when she see your new Reckless Endangerment of Life patch?" yelled one of the boys, clad in the traditional scout uniform, playfully across the yard. Adrian glanced down at his uniform, smirking at the newly acquired patch that had been slapped on his chest. After some time he thinks of the most fitting response.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her!" He replied, chuckling heartily thereafter. It had been a fulfilling day of childhood fun and adventure. Each day brought with it more fun and excitement than the last. Adrian promptly made his way to giant tree that stood towering in the center of the yard, relaxing as he thought to himself. Could life possibly be any better than this?

"So Adrian, Whatcha thinkin?" his youngest sister, Julia, popped up still clutching the bear she had held since the tender age of five.

"Just how lucky I am to have such a fun life!" he replied, the cheer accentuating his voice. It was true. Adrian, like his father, lived a childhood outside that of ordinary people. He pushed the limits of reality every day, thinking of bigger and better project. He enjoyed the entire process, the idea stage, planning and building, but most of all he enjoyed seeing the enjoyment in his friend's eyes. He truly did it more for them than himself.

"Well, that's all find and dandy but weren't you hanging out with Derek today? Angela asked nervously, almost hiding behind the tree. The question made Adrian very uncomfortable, his smile fading slightly. He had known of his sister's crush on his best friend for some time now, but had not yet come to terms with it.

"Well, Angela, the thing is-"he began when a sudden tingling sensation washed over him, his eyes becoming dark for but a moment. In the next, all he saw was a strange room filled with gadgets…and the face of his worried father. Phineas proceeded to grab his children's hands, slapping on some sort of watch to each one. Adrian glanced up to look at a huge console screen that read "Time Until Dissipation: 00:01:45", the meaning behind which eluded him.

"You know Mom is gonna FREAK when she sees we're gone!" Adrian began. To Phineas, however, it didn't matter; he had failed. He failed to solve the problem in the time with which he had been given and he couldn't let his children just vanish from existence. He discovered the fatal flaw behind his technology, that it generated very small fields, only protecting things in contact with the generator. That meant that while the objects in the room would be safe, one couldn't simply transport themselves inside and wait it out. He had been so close…but just hadn't had the time. With what little time he had left, he managed to fashion enough watches to save his family. His throat began to swell, it wasn't fair that they should be the ones to face this challenge alone.

"There's no time for that," Phineas began frantically, as the computer announced that a mere forty-five seconds remained, "Listen, this room is safe, it won't change like everything else!"

"What do you mean daddy?" Julia asked, a look of sheer fear painted across her face.

"I mean, someone has disrupted the timeline, which will change everything into an alternate reality…"Phineas began, making a futile effort to mask the panic in his voice, "Now, in this room you will have the technology to fix this but…I won't be able to help you. I know it isn't fair but you have to do this and whatever you do, DO NOT TAKE OFF THAT WATCH!" Phineas spoke softly but sternly. A wave of guilt washed over him as he felt ashamed to put his children in such a situation. His eyes swelled with tears at the thought that this could be the last time he sees his children. He felt a strange sensation, an almost tug as he began to fade from existence.

"I love you kids…" he managed to say before it was too late. His next thoughts were of Isabella and then there was nothing but darkness.

Every aspect of the situation hit Adrian down to his core as he glanced over at his siblings. Angela stood trying to calm down a very upset Julia. Adrian knew he had to focus to get the job down. Taking a deep breath, he moved over to the console, focusing first on his father's work. It did not take long to figure out his father's signature handy-work, work Adrian had long watched and admired. If ever there was an expert on how Phineas Flynn worked his magic, it was Adrian. Phineas had been so close, and Adrian was confident he could create more field-generating watches. He then proceed to the console, typing away, his eyes darting across the screen, absorbing any piece of information he could.

"So, what do we do now?" Julia finally broke the silence as the three children, visibly shaken by watching their father vanish from existence in front of them, sat in eerie silences.

"I…I don't know Julia," Adrian began before flashing a reassuring smile her direction, "But I'll think of something!"

"I sure wish Dad was here to help us…" Angel added, staring down at her feet, her red hair soaked with her silent tears. Suddenly it occurred to Adrian just how to solve the problem, they needed their father, or at least a version of him sometime before the disruption.

"Guys, I've got something!" Adrian began, losing himself in his own ideas, "Listen, according to this machine, there has been a massive disruption in space time, originating on June 21st, 2010. This disruption has affected both this timeline and the parallel timelines closest to ours, resulting in two alternate realities that shouldn't exist!"

"When did you become an expert in Metaphysical theories?" Angela asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Oh…it not me" Adrian replied confused, "Its…all on Dad's computer, but the important thing is we can travel back in time and get the help of the younger version of Dad."

"But wouldn't that further disrupt the timeline…" Angela asked cautiously.

"Well, no, not if we visit the parallel universe directly before the stitch occurs," Adrian replied, reading more information off the console, "Because one we fix the stitch, proper space time will be restored and it will be as if none of this ever happened!"

"O-kay…" Angela muttered confused, while Julia simply sat in silence.

"Just trust me, it'll work," Adrian spoke firmly, his trademark grin returning, "Guys, I know what we're gonna do today!"