AN I know I should be getting on with my A2D story and Lotta and I should be posting the legend of Dan Flynn and my Tangled/PnF xover and writing my Doctor who/PnF xover but I thought of this and had to write it- set in My fair goalie.

I thought of this while putting away the dishes- so here goes nothing

Ferb's POV

I had to get away; they were going to find out about the curse. That damn cursed curse. They were all distracted so I went to the only place they would never look for me. I checked to see if they were all looking away; they were, so I tapped the tree as quietly as I could and it opened. I looked over my shoulder once again, and then descended to the strange base I never built under our backyard.

Ever since Phineas and I discovered this place, I came down here to think. It was easy really, Phineas is too oblivious to notice Isabella's crush on him, so sneaking into the tree should be nothing. I sat behind the screen on which the moustached man appeared and sat, thinking about how my cousins knew about the curse, and of course Phineas would tell them about the match. I hated my father's brother's family! They always had to be one up on the green haired kid with only his dad left. Of course the Flynn's changed that statement slightly, but my father and I are the only two Londoners in the whole of Danville! I tried to move on from being British. Believe it or not I did my very best, but I couldn't escape my past. I began to think about her and that dreaded night when I heard someone enter the lair. I had always wondered who would build a lair underneath our back garden but never realised I might actually meet them. I might be prosecuted for trespassing. I heard a book drop to the table and a sigh. Don't get me wrong, sighs do sound similar, but everyones sigh, cough, way of descending the stairs is slightly different. You can tell who someone is by these tiny details and the sigh was familiar. It had to be, but couldn't be. No, it couldn't be.

(AN Slight backtrack now from Mystery Person pov)

Ugh! Why did everyone my age have to be so naive! It irked me SO much! I guess their lives weren't seriously messed up by their parent's murdering each other- seriously, my mum and dad were divorced, then, back together, then divorced, and then, okay you get the picture. In the divorced part of their cycle, my parents 'accidentally' ended up at the same bar. Both armed, and at the precise same moment, as they greeted each other- BANG! Two bleeding bodies. My older brother and I were adopted quickly. Life's was good then my uncle came round, said that he ran a secret organisation called OWCA. He needed me to document everything on two boys. Phineas and Ferb, the two owners of the top agent at OWCA. I took up the challenge, because, well, I'm awesome at acting, and the best way to do this job was to pretend to be their stalker. So the P+F scrap book was made.

So I dropped off the last volume I'd finished, when a flash of green caught my eye.

I froze. The flash revealed itself slowly, each inch confirming my fear. The Brit spoke "Irving?"

A/N There you have it- Irving is the only human in the field. Carl doesn't count as he's technically an intern not a field agent

Carl: Awww…

Me: No! Carl! Wait! Darn it! Be right back, my borrowed without technical permission character is running away. Take that previous statement as a disclaimer please and I'll be off thanks