Hello,

I decided to do a series of one shots based off of Ferb and Lawrence. Who, in my opinion, do not get enough credit and storys in this section. So... I'm going to help change that. :) Some will be when Ferb is very young, older, toddler, married, dating, etc... and will just be some daddy/son fluff. Happy, sad, funny... I'll do it all.

Here's the first one called Scrape. Enjoy

I do not own P&F

Four-year-old Ferb Fletcher was running around the yard, with his arms stretched out wide. He was pretending that he was a jet plane, flying around the big blue sky in search of a whole new island. He hopped over his sandbox and swerved underneath some tree branches that were hanging low in the yard. He sometimes ran up to the swing set and lied on his tummy and used his feet to launch himself in the air while still swinging on the swing. Ferb giggled slightly and looked over at his father, who was sitting in the yard and reading a book.

Lawrence glanced up at his son and waved over at him. He chuckled as he watched his son hop off the swing set and resume to running around like an airplane. Lawrence reached down and carefully picked up his glass of ice tea and took a sip. It was a beautiful day outside and he was happy that he had off from work today. He loved watching his son running around in the backyard and playing on the swing set. He smiled again before looking back down at his book.

Ferb made small airplane noises as he ran around in circles. He was having so much fun, that he didn't notice that his shoes became untied. As he ran, he accidently tripped over his laces and went flying forward. His knees scraped against the ground and his chin hit the ground hard. Tears began to sting his eyes as he sat up.

He sniffed and looked over at his father, "Da… daddy!"

Lawrence looked up from his book and his eyes grew wide, "Ferb…"

He tossed the book to the side and darted over to where his fallen son was. He kneeled down next to Ferb and saw that his knees were badly scraped and his chin had a cut on it. Ferb's bottom lip trembled and more tears escaped his eyes as he reached his arms up to his dad. Lawrence scooped his son up into his arms and felt Ferb bury his head into his shirt. Lawrence walked back up to the house while rubbing Ferb's back on the way there.

Ferb whimpered slightly, so Lawrence spoke soothingly, "Easy son easy… daddy's here… daddy's going to take care of you."

Ferb cried silently into his dad's shoulder and felt his dad rubbing his back and head.

Once they were inside, Lawrence headed into the bathroom and sat Ferb down on the counter. He went to pull away, when he realized Ferb was still clutching unto his shirt.

Lawrence patted his son's head, "Ferb… you have to let go so daddy can get you cleaned up, okay?"

Ferb shook his head and clutched his dad's shirt tighter.

"Come on, son… let go of daddy's shirt."

Ferb slowly released his father's shirt and leaned back on he seat. The boy had tearstains on his cheeks and he wore a small sad look. Lawrence quickly dug out the first aid kit from underneath the sink and opened it up. He took out a cotton ball and poured some peroxide on it.

He patted his son's thigh, "This is going to sting a little, but it will help make you feel better."

Ferb nodded and grabbed unto his father's hand that was still on his thigh and braced himself. Lawrence began dabbing at Ferb's cut knees, cleaning off any dirt that was in the open scrapes. Ferb yelped slightly but kept his mouth shut most of the time.

After his knees were cleaned up, Lawrence took out two band aids and placed each one on Ferb's knee. He then planted a firm kiss on each one and stood back up.

"Now let's take a look at your chin." Lawrence spoke while tipping his son's chin back a little.

The scratch didn't look that bad, but Lawrence still cleaned it off anyway. When he was done he kissed his son's chin firmly before he started to clean up the sink and put away the first aid kit. Once he was done, he scooped Ferb back up into his arms and walked back downstairs and into the living room. He sat down on the couch and set the young boy on his lap. Ferb leaned up against his dad's chest and clutched his shirt tightly.

Lawrence patted his son's hair, "There, there… you're alright now."

Ferb rubbed his damp eyes and looked up at his father.

Lawrence smiled, "Do you want to go back outside and play planes?"

Ferb shook his head.

"Well… would you like to go back outside and play in your sandbox?"

Ferb shook his head again.

"What would you like to do then son?"

Ferb wrapped his arms around his father and mumbled, "I just want to sit here with you right now…"

Lawrence rubbed his son's back and kissed him on the top of his head. Ferb snuggled up against his father's chest and relaxed when he listened to his heartbeat. Lawrence kept rubbing his back and running his fingers through his son's hair, until Ferb fell asleep on his lap. Lawrence kissed his head once more before resting his head against the couch and closing his own eyes.

There you have it... eh not sure if I like the ending or not. But the next one should be up sometime in the near future.

Okay challenge time! Whoever's up for it may give it a try, but I would like to see more stories about this father/son duo. SOOOO... I point my finger at you (yes you!) and challenge you to write a Lawrence/Ferb story. It can be a one shot, a full fledged story or drabbles. I would like to see what other people come up with. So to you writers your mission, should you choose to accept, will be to write a story using these two characters. :)

Okay thanks for reading. No flames please! Review?