Hi and welcome to chapter two. Thanks to everyone for reviewing. And thanks to those who accepted the challenge. I can't wait to see what you come up with. So far karly05 has written a Lawrence and Ferb story and it's amazing! I recommend it to everyone to read. :)
Okay I felt like writing a trouble fic for a while and I figured 'Why not do it for this story?' and also added some father/son moments as well. So here we are... enjoy. :)
I do not own P&F...
Six-year-old Ferb stood wide-eyed as he watched the antique vase sway side to side before finally falling to the ground. He cringed at the loud shattering noise and opened up his eyes when it was over. He felt tears welling up into his eyes when he saw the damage. He kneeled down on the ground and gripped the ball that rolled back over to him. That vase was special to his father and mum. It costed them a lot to bid on it and now it was ruined… because of him. He wished Phineas was here with him to say something comforting, but sadly he's at home with an ill stomach.
Linda didn't want Ferb catching it, so his dad took him with him to work today. Ferb was bored out of his mind without his tools, or even without a good book to read, so he found a baseball lying around and decided to start throwing it up and catching it with his hands. He knew he shouldn't be doing that, but he figured if he was careful everything would be all right. That was, until he accidently tripped on a rug and released the ball right behind him. The ball hit the vase hard enough to knock it to the ground.
He started shaking and looking around nervously. His dad must still be in the back and must've not heard the crash. But when he finds out about this, he was going to have a fit. He and Linda made such a big deal about getting this vase and even warned the boys not to play anywhere near it. So far, Ferb broke two rules. The no playing with balls inside and no going near that vase.
He looked back towards the back where his dad probably was and knew he should come clean, but he was shaking so much it was making himself sick. He knew he was going to be punished for this, and he hated the thought of it. He finally stood on his shaking legs and went to take a step to the storage room when the door to it opened up. At that moment, Ferb panicked. He turned on his heel and made a beeline towards the door. He made it outside and ran down the street and just kept running.
Lawrence hummed a small tune to himself as he walked back into the store with another box to unload and put on the shelf. While setting it down, he decided that since Ferb was being a good sport about being here at the store all day, he would close down the shop early and treat him out for some ice cream before they had to head home. He was about to call out for his son when a startling sight caught his eye. The antique Ming that he and Linda just got was… smashed to pieces on the ground.
"No, no, no…" he muttered while running over to it. He looked at all the shard pieces and looked up and around worriedly. Where was Ferb?
Lawrence stood and looked around, "Ferb…?
There was no answer so Lawrence began looking in the places that Ferb was known to hide in when he played hide and seek with Phineas.
"Ferb my boy, it's time to come out now."
To his dismay there was still no answer. Why didn't he hear the crash? Did someone come in and take…
His eyes filled with worry as he called out, "Ferb? Ferb! Ferb answer me?"
When there was no answer, Lawrence started shaking uncontrollably. Did someone take Ferb? If so who and why? He went to step when he felt something by his foot. He looked down to see a baseball by his feet. The same baseball he confiscated from the boys during their last visit here. He stooped down to pick it up and mumbled,
"Oh Ferb…"
He quickly shut off the lights, flipped the sign so it said 'closed' and locked up the door behind him as he exited. He looked up and down the streets for his son, stopping any bystanders to ask if they've seen Ferb run by. One woman told him she saw him heading up the street a few minutes ago, so Lawrence sprinted in that direction, calling out his son's name as he ran.
Ferb ran through the parks entrance with tears streaming down his face. He stopped running and hid in one of the bushes before anyone could see him. He winced as the pickers scraped his skin and sat down on the ground so he was well hidden. He drew up his knees towards his chin and started crying. He couldn't believe what he just did. Not only did he play with a ball inside and got to close to the vase, he also ran off without telling anyone. That was high up on his dad's 'not to do' list. He was in deep trouble now. That is, if someone came to find him…
He knew how much that vase meant to his parents, and he knew that they would both be disappointed in him for breaking it. He wiped his eyes and peeked out from the bush nervously. It was the evening, so the sun was going to be setting soon. Once the moon comes out, it will be chilly out here and Ferb might get catch a cold. He knows that his light shirt won't be enough to keep the cold off of him during the night. Not to mention the fact that he was starving now…
He sobbed deeply and felt his whole body shaking again. He hated this feeling that he was having. He hated getting in trouble, he hated letting down his family and he hated it when he decided to run off. This is something he hasn't done in a while now. After having a long and stern talk with his dad about running off, Ferb promised himself that he wouldn't do that ever again. So much for that promise…
His head picked up a little when he thought he heard someone call out his name. He looked around and sniffed slightly. Maybe he was just hearing-
"Ferb!"
Nope, that was definitely someone calling out to him. Not just anyone though… it was his dad. His father was out here looking for him… even after what he did?
He could hear his father's heartbreaking tone, "Ferb please…"
He couldn't take it anymore. He quickly stood up and yelped as some pickers hooked unto his clothes, hair and skin. Seeing that he wasn't going to be able to get out of this himself, he called out desperately,
"Father!"
Lawrence heard his child's cry and quickly looked around. He saw his son's face looking up at him from inside a rose bush. Lawrence quickly ran over and went to lift his son out when he saw all the pickers.
Tears stung Ferb's eyes, "Hurry daddy… it hurts!"
Lawrence wasted no time pulling some of the branches back and lifted his son up and out of the bush. He held his child in his arms and hugged him tight. Ferb began wailing out in pain and clung on tightly to his dad. Lawrence shushed him and went to sit down on an empty bench. He rubbed his son's back and started picking out the thorn branches from Ferb's hair and clothes. Ferb had scratches all on his arms, legs and probably his face. Lawrence continued to soothed him until his wails turned into small cries and soon just sniffles.
Seeing that Ferb was now composed, Lawrence pulled him back and looked sternly at his son's tear stained face,
"Ferb… what have I told you about running off?"
Ferb gulped and looked down at his feet.
"Answer me son!"
Ferb winced and muttered, "To… to not to…"
"That's right and you went and ran off anyway. And were you the one who broke the vase?"
"Ye... yes..."
"Well would you like to tell what happened to make it fall?"
Ferb didn't want to, but his confession suddenly spilled out all at once, "I'm so sorry dad! I tripped on a rug when I was tossing a baseball around and the ball hit the vase and knocked it over. I was scared you'd be mad, so I ran away and… and… I'm sorry! Please don't hate me daddy…"
Ferb began sobbing uncontrollably again into his hands. Lawrence's harsh looked softened a bit; he hated to see his boy cry. It broke his heart to hear him confess all of his faults with such sadness, but it hurt even more to hear his son asking him not to hate him. His soft side took over as he cradled his son in his arms and whispered,
"Shh… Ferb don't cry anymore… daddy doesn't hate you. I could never hate you."
"B… but…" Ferb mumbled, "I was so naughty… I broke three rules and… and I broke the vase. I know how much it meant to you and mum."
"Son you mean much more to me then a stupid vase… I can always go out and bid for a new vase. You though," Lawrence pulled back again, "you are irreplaceable. Ferb when I didn't see you in the store I thought that someone had taken you away from me. I was afraid that I would never find you and that you may have been seriously injured and…"
Lawrence trailed off and looked down at his son's tear stained face. He used his thumb and brushed off some of the tears off of his son's cheeks. Ferb hiccupped back a sob and looked sadly at his dad,
"I'm sorry father… I'm sorry for disobeying you and making you worry… please don't be mad at me…"
Lawrence sighed, "I'm not mad, Ferb… I am unhappy about all of this, but I'm not mad at you."
Ferb looked sadly up at his father, "Am I in trouble?"
"I'm afraid that you're in heaps of trouble, old chap. Well, we should get home now before mum starts to worry about us. After dinner, you and I are going to sit down together and have a long talk about your behavior… a long talk."
Ferb sighed and hung his head low. Lawrence smiled slightly and ruffled his son's hair, "Chin up buddy… everything's going to be okay."
Ferb nodded his head and felt his father stand up, still holding him. Ferb placed his arms around his father's neck and rested his head against his shoulder. Lawrence patted Ferb's back,
"You need to know, son… that no matter what you do, you can always talk to me. If you came right to me right after you broke the vase, I would probably go easier on you. But now you added running off to the list and you know that I can't tolerate that."
Ferb nodded, "Yes father…"
"I love you, Ferb… and nothing could ever change that. No matter how naughty you are, I will always love you so much."
Ferb peeked over at his dad and nodded, "Love you too, daddy."
Lawrence kissed his son's head and continued the walk towards home.
Aw sweet moments like this makes me smile. :) Thanks for reading, I can't wait to see more Lawrence and Ferb fics (the challenge is still going) and when I think of something else I'll put it up. I've been playing around with an idea for a little while so we'll see if I'll go with it.
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