The Rain came down in heavy drops, the sky grey and mournful. A fitting tribute, on this day, from Mother Nature herself. The surrounding people stood around the hole in the ground, as the casket, only about four feet tall, was lowered inside. There were the quiet sobs coming from those around it all. Everyone was crying under their umbrellas, but for one boy.

The boy only stood there, stock still, eyes still held traces of sadness and disbelief, the rain running down his face, matting his hair to his forehead, his harm twitching once. He hadn't even spoken since the was no way this could be happening. It was impossible. The boy started as there was a louder sob from his mother behind him, and then it got quiet again. Finally, they were all asked if someone would like to say a few words. The boy took a step forward.

"My name… "His voice was a quiet whisper that was barely understood. "is Ferb Fletcher… and I was there when my brother died..."

-PnF-

"Hey Ferb, will you hand me that wrench?" Phineas asked, grinning, as they were working on their latest project. Ferb nodded, handing Phineas the wrench. What were they working on today? No big project exactly, simply a place to keep all of their invention plans, as they were really piling up. They had decided to use their old tree house, so now the two were precariously perched on outstretched limbs, with power tools. For any ordinary boys their age, this would have been deemed much too dangerous. They, however, were far from ordinary.

"How's your side going, Ferb?" Phin asked, delightedly. He was always so cheery. Ferb nodded contently, to signify that things were going well. Phineas smiled wider. "Great, and the others should be over soon to help us load up all our stuff. If we're lucky, Ferb, we may even be able to fit in another project today!" He said excitedly. Ferb nodded, grinning inwardly. So much energy; He never did understand how he could hold it all.

"Oh, Ferb, will you toss me that hammer?" Phineas asked holding out his hand. Ferb grabbed the hammer and tossed it to Phineas a little rougher than intended, causing it to land a few feet from the boy, lodging itself in a branch. Ferb grinned sheepishly, and Phineas chuckled.

"That's okay, at least it didn't land in the road." He said, looking down below him. He tugged his safety harness a little. "Hold on, I'll get it." Phin said, crawling along the branch. Suddenly he was jerked back, and he peered behind him. "Oh, the harness is too short. Hold on Ferb, lemme just slip out of here a minute." He said, smiling as he fiddled with the clip. Ferb cleared his throat, expressing his concern. Phineas smiled.

"It's alright, the branch is sturdy, see." He said, getting up and jumping up and down on the branch. It stayed where it was, and Ferb nodded his approval. Phineas smiled yet again, releasing the clip and sliding his arms from the harness. Slowly and carefully he crawled along the branch, peering down at the road beneath him every so often. Finally he reached the hammer. He turned back, smiling brightly.

"See Ferb, it's all good!" …Then something happened. It has started as a low rumble, but steadily grew, and the boys' eyes went wide with realization.

"EARTHQUAKE!" Phineas screamed, as he slipped from the branch, arms clinging to the limb for dear life. Ferb lunged forward to help his brother but found himself falling from the tree, harness jerking him harshly.

"Phin!" Ferb cried as his brother fell from the branch no longer able to hang on, hitting the street below. There was a sickening crack that was heard over all the noise, and Ferb heard his brother cry out in pain. Then slowly the shaking stopped, and everything was still. Including Phineas.

"Phin?" Ferb mumbled, staring down at his brother, how was lying fetal position in the middle of the street. "Phin!" He shouted, panic creeping into his voice…

"Ferb…" Phineas moaned, turning his head. Then he wailed loudly. "OW! Ow, Ferb, it's broken!" Ferb, upon hearing his brother's own pained and panicked voice, quickly unlatched his safety harness, the cord ziplining it back into the tree, and ran to the fence's entrance perpendicular to the tree. It was about that moment that everyone else came back out of the house.

"Boys! Boys are you okay!" Linda cried. Her response was a worried look from Ferb, who stood at the gate, and a cry of pain from her youngest son.

"Mom!" Phineas cried out in agony. Linda, Laurence, and Candace simultaneously gasped, running out of the yard. The group of four stopped, once reaching the road and looked down the street to Phineas, who was curled up, clutching his leg. Ferb started running down the street, and the others, still in shock, followed a few moments afterwards. Ferb was nearly halfway there, when they all heard screeching, and the smell of burnt rubber assaulted their senses. Dark blue truck, dented immensely on the roof of the cab, was waving its way down the street, the driver obviously had been incapacitated. Phineas realized this, seconds before the others, and screamed.

"I can't move! Guys, help me!" Phineas struggled to move himself from the swerving vehicle's path, but neither of his legs would move, making him too slow.

Ferb gasped, as he realized what was happening, and sped up his pace. So close! But so what the truck. Ferb was only feet from Phineas, and time seemed to slow down. Neighbors had come out of their homes, hearing the commotion, including Isabella. He was pretty sure she was screaming as her mother grabbed her and turned her away. He was pretty sure all the neighbors were shouting… but he couldn't hear a thing. His focus was Phineas and Phineas only. And right now, Phineas was eerily calm. He turned to face his brother, realizing the Ferb would be too late, and his expression said it all. He was ready for his next big adventure.

"Ferb…" Phineas said peacefully, "I know what I'm going to do today."

Then there was a sickening thwack, and Ferb felt warmth spatter his face and outstretched hand. No one moved, and it seemed as if the world itself went silent. He felt sick, and he knew he was going to be. His knees trembled and gave out, dropping him on all fours, leaning over the body of his dead brother, and he let out a strangled sob. His head was covered in blood, and his legs were twisted in an unnatural manner… but his face was so peaceful… Peaceful, nonviolent, sees the best in everything Flynn. Why? What had Phineas done to deserve this? Ferb reached out a shaky hand, and held his brother's face.

"Oh Phineas… No… NO!"