A/N: Hey, guys! New story! Coolness! Short non-sentences! Yeah! Anyway, so the trailer made absolutely no sense in relation to the plot you'll see here all the way up to the end, so don't expect to be relieved of that drama any time soon. The gang's gonna be thirteen, Candace and Stacy fifteen, and I've made Vanessa fourteen for my own convenience. They aren't proportional to the show, but it's an AU, so I can get away with it (I think). Yup.

Lawrence walked into the restaurant, his hands shaking from the nerves. He was certain he had something in his teeth, or his hair had been messed up, or the bruise the anti-super protester had given him last week was still visible on his cheek.

Calm down, Lawrence. Come off it, you're doing this to yourself. You'll do fine...

And with that little pep-talk, he was ready to ask for his table. Luckily, the hostess was already prepared. "Name?" she asked, looking over the clipboard in her hand.

"Lawrence Fletcher," he replied as coolly as he could.

After a moment's pause, the woman exclaimed, "Oh! Linda Flynn's date! She's already arrived. She's a beautiful woman; you got lucky tonight. Here, follow me..."

Lawrence was led to a small table with a candle in the middle of the white tablecloth. There, the seat furthest from him, was a young woman with shoulder-length bright red hair. "Hi," she greeted shyly, smiling at him.

"Why hello, are you Linda?" Lawrence responded.

"Yes, yes I am. Lawrence?"

"That's me. May I sit?"

"Go right ahead," Linda motioned toward the other chair. Lawrence sat, and started looking at the menu.

"Sooo," Linda said flirtatiously enough for Lawrence to blush, "I hear you've got an ability..."

"Oh, yes," he wrung his hands. "I can teleport places. Which gives me even less excuse to be late."

Linda shrugged, "Eh, no worries. I was only here about five minutes."

Lawrence sighed in relief. He had had a hard time finding a sitter for his son.

Suddenly, something tugged on his curiosity. "So, do you have an ability?"

"Sure do," Linda smirked before striking her finger on the table. It immediately went ablaze like a match. After blowing it out, she quipped, "It's really useful at my kids' birthday parties."

"Oh, you have children too?"

"Mmhmm, my oldest is Candace, and she's seven, and her little brother Phineas is four."

A light shone in Lawrence's eyes. "Really? My son, Ferb, is also four!"

"Amazing, we should have them play sometime. Does tomorrow work?"

"Tomorrow definitely works."

The next day, Ferb found himself walking. Father had alerted him that he would be talking to some people.

Ferb hated talking.

But nevertheless, he went ahead and teleported over with Father. Father's power was so much cooler than his. His mother had wings, and his father could teleport, and the two averaged out, giving him levitation up to three feet above the ground. Yes, three feet. It made showing of really lame.

Father said this family would have powers too.

Ferb was positive that their powers would be cooler than his.

Giving a dramatic sigh, he continued on down the small walkway. After a minute or two, Father (whose hand Ferb was grasping dutifully) turned onto the driveway of a certain house.

The cottage was your typical box-with-a-triangle design that about as complex in design as a five-year old could draw. It had the complexion of butterscotch, with a burgundy roof, and four windows (two per storey) with a door in the center. But despite being largely unremarkable, Ferb looked at it in wonder. What could possibly happen in there when he entered? Would they laugh when they found he could only launch upward a meter or so? Would they point and stare at his bright green hair? And what if they became his new family? He was sure to be the only untalented one.

Suddenly, he realized his father knocking on the door. This only increased his fear. How was he supposed to talk? He hated talking! What if he accidentally broke their toys? What if-

"Hi, Lawrence," the woman his father had described earlier greeted cheerfully before ducking down to his height. "And you must be Ferb!"

He nodded shyly.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Linda. Your father told me a bit about you; it sounds like you'll get along great with my son Phineas. Do you want to meet him?"

No, I don't want to meet him at all. "Yes, please."

Linda arose once more. "Well, why don't we come on in then?" She moved to the side and gestured toward the door. "Ferb, Phineas should be in his room. He probably already knows you're here; he'll let you right in."

And with that, Ferb walked up the stairs. To his left was a door with the letters "C-A-N-D-A-C-E" (he couldn't read too well, but he could discern letters) printed on it in large pink letters. To his right was another door that he didn't have time to read before it shot open and a small skinny boy with a shock of bright red hair like Linda's jumped out, shouting happily, "Hi, Ferb! I'm Phineas! I can tell the future and read minds!"

Of course he could. "...Um, hello?"

"Oh, you don't need to talk; I know you don't like to. And it's really cool that you can fly, even if it's only a little! I wish I could! Hmm, you think a lot of big words. And in that weird voice. I think my mom called it a Bridd-eesh ass-ent..."

You mean "British accent"?

"Yeah, that. Ooh, wait, I think I see something..." He shut his eyes, and slowly a smile crept up on his face. "Whoa... Our parents are gonna get married! That means we'll be brothers!"

What?!

"Hey, don't worry. It'll be awesome! And I think your power gets better, too!"

Truthfully, Phineas seemed nice enough that Ferb didn't mind too much once he thought it out. It was just a shock. He was gonna be brothers with this kid he'd just met a minute and a half ago.

"I know, isn't it awesome?!"

We should tell our parents.

"Yeah! Come on, follow me!"

They ran down the stairs together, excitedly giggling at the knowledge of the event.

Then they saw their parents.

"Eew, cooties!" Phineas exclaimed, interrupting Linda and Lawrence mid-kiss, both blushing at the realization that their children were right there.

Lawrence wrung his hands nervously. "Oh... Hello, you two. Why are you here?"

"I had a vision!" Phineas proclaimed. "And we're gonna be brothers!" He put a hand on Ferb's shoulder.

"Oh, Phineas! You didn't have to say that!" Linda blushed harder than she had before.

"Why?" Phineas furrowed his eyebrows. "It's true!"

"I- I- okay then..."

They don't believe you.

I know, but they will.

Wait, you can respond in my brain too?

"I can?"

Ferb nodded.

"Can what, Phineas?" Linda asked carefully.

And thus was the beginning of a wonderful friendship, and an addition to Phineas' seemingly endless supply of powers.

Linda and Lawrence married just six months later, as Phineas had suspected. That was the day Ferb decided that Phineas is never wrong.