A/N – They're fourteen in this story, just needed to clarify that. I would also like to point out – as highlighted to me by one of my reviewers – that there are reasons for Perry's semi-backstory not being canon. Due to this, I would appreciate not getting any further PMs or reviews about it, thanks. So here's the story!
Two Mistakes
Chapter 1: How'd This Get In Here?
"Wow!" the redhead teen exclaimed excitedly, eagerly poking his pointy nose through the pile of rusted capacitors and stretched springs that had flown out of the box that had been flipped in front of him by his smiling father.
"wow!" he repeated, his deep, dark blue eyes glinting with fascination and mischief. "Dad! Where'd you find all this?"
"Oh, actually it was given to me by a man in a lab coat while I was walking around downtown today during my lunch break at the antique shop. He seemed eager to get rid of it and was quite certain that it was nothing but junk. But obviously you've found some new use for it."
Phineas looked up from studying the pieces on the rug to grin at his father - not something out of the ordinary. "Well, you know what they say Dad: one man's trash is another man's treasure. Isn't that right, Ferb?" he called teasingly across the room to his lounging stepbrother - a tall 5' 9" boy with neatly trimmed green hair (a trait held by no one else in the world, save for his late biological mother) that was rather nicely combed in a fashion so as to not look over groomed and royalty ready but clean enough that he could appear at any high-class party and not be out-stylized.
On the bridge of his straight, flat nose sat a pair of thin wire framed glasses with thin lenses that merely gave you the impression that his knowledge was far superior to yours, which, truth be told, it was. On his broad chest he wore a thin and airy beige shirt with a neat collar that barely disguised his muscles. Over the top of the beige shirt he had casually placed a thin purple woolen pull-over vest. To top it off he sported a pair of breezy dark blue mesh-lined sport pants and cleanly polished leather sneakers.
Gently, he peered both over the edge of his book and the tip of his nose to glance at his slyly grinning step-brother. He said nothing. And yet, despite the fact that no words had been uttered, both looked away from the other, satisfied with the answers they had gotten.
Finished with his conversation with Ferb, Phineas turned his attention to his only-slightly taller father only to find that he had moved over to the corner of the room and was currently grabbing at something behind the sofa. At first curious, Phineas quickly grinned to himself as yet another attempt to seize the animal was foiled with a loud chattering noise.
Yes, though Perry had aged slightly and gained weight he was still the energetic, curious and strange animal that Phineas had owned since age one and a half, a belated birthday gift (Phineas' father had insisted to Linda to get Phineas something from his trip for his birthday, despite the fact that it meant waiting) from his biological father who had attended his birthday but left shortly after to work in Australia. To make it up to him, Phineas' father had sent back one of the first domesticated Blue Platypus - a species he and his team had discovered in the Australian outback. Yes, though the Blue Platypus was a lot smaller than the Duckbilled Platypus it was a heck of a lot more energetic…
A trait that showed clearly in Perry, Phineas thought as yet he watched another swipe of his father's arm behind the couch followed by a bucking of the couch and an angry chatter. "Oh Perry!" Lawrence exclaimed as yet another attempt was rebuked, "don't you want a hug?" "*chatter*" came the reply from under the couch and Phineas laughed to himself again.
Absentmindedly, Phineas picked up another object from the pile and began to fiddle with it as he watched his father leave the room in amused frustration to pursue a different endeavor while Perry slipped quickly and quietly out from behind the couch and through the open sliding door, looking fearfully left and right as he went.
As he watched this amusing spectacle Phineas laughed to himself again. "Oh Perry… where do you go?" he asked the thin air previously inhabited by the small furry blue mammal. At his remark Ferb looked up from his book for a second time to smile slyly. "Hey, where's Perry?" he asked somewhat jokingly. Phineas laughed again and the object he had been fiddling with flew out of his momentarily uncontrolled hands to land with a soft thud on the thickly carpeted floor in front of Ferb.
Curiously, he picked it up and held it in front of his face, keenly peering at it while stroking his chin. After a few more seconds of silent observing while Phineas watched Ferb he tossed it back to Phineas and returned to his book. As he sat back down and opened it however, he popped the question "what is that?"
'A very good question indeed' thought Phineas as he caught the airborne object and held it in front of his face just as Ferb had done while peering at it for the first time since grabbing it. Though Ferb had no clue as to what the thing was (though he didn't show it in the slightest) to Phineas it was strangely familiar. Where had he seen it before?