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Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas and Ferb...Obviously

Bizarre Encounters

I looked over at the gun with the single bullet that I had brought with me and sighed before lighting up one of my last cigarettes to try and calm myself. I had known this wouldn't be easy but I had no idea it would be made so much more difficult by dredging up all these unwanted memories. Such as the fact that I still remember the day that I met Phineas Flynn. Even though I was only eight years old every single detail of that day is etched into my mind like a tattoo.

We have only been in America for a week and I hate it here more than I have ever hated anything in my entire life. Even the day that mum died pales in comparison to how much I hate this place, and that's saying something. Father had a hard time finding a place for a job that would take someone who had very little experience in anything other than the delicate handling of antiques. The only place that he had applied that even called him back was the factory that we had passed by when we had first moved to this God-forsaken town that they called Danville. Needless to say that father wasn't too thrilled at the prospect of working in a dank and depressing factory at the edge of town. Where he went in at five A.M and didn't get back to our tiny apartment until ten o'clock P.M. Just to come home and tuck me in before passing out in the bed for another exhausting day at that hell-hole of a place.

One day I woke up and found my father sitting in the living room as if the most natural thing in the world even in my eight year old mind I knew that he shouldn't be here he should be at work, so I asked.

"Shouldn't you be at work father?" I asked him.

"Oh no I quit that job." My father answered me without looking up from what he was doing. I was a little shocked as my father never gave up on anything without a back up plan. "And I got a new one at an antiques shop." Father finished his statement from earlier. "This way we'll be able to spend some time together Ferb," He started before continuing. "but not today I don't want to be late for work on my first day." With that he walked out the door. Leaving me alone. Again. Along with my irrational fear he wouldn't return.

I take another drag on my cigarette chuckling at how silly I had been. I should have known my father would never abandon me like my mother had abandoned us. Even if he had wanted to he wouldn't have had the courage. Just like it had taken him so long to get over mother's death and move on to America. Somehow though he always made things work out for the best.

The entire day was spent by me switching between reading books and glancing at the clock waiting anxiously for my father to return from his new job at the antique shop. Eventually after rereading all of my books twice I fell asleep during my third reading of my fathers favorite book The Odyssey.

I have no idea how long that I was asleep all that I know is that when I finally woke up it was dark outside and my stomach was grumbling with hunger. As I glanced at the clock I saw it was approaching 9:00 pm. So I decided to try something I never had before, cooking my own dinner. Even though my father had worked insane hours before he was always home in time to fix dinner for us. I decided to fix something that had always seemed simple to fix, macaroni and cheese.

Minutes later I had a pot of water on our small two burner stove with the noodles set on a counter nearby and the cheese ready at hand. Knowing I had quite awhile till the water would be ready enough to put the noodles in I decided to sit down and try to finish my third read through of my fathers favorite book. That was a big mistake on my part. Minutes after I started reading I fell into another fitful nap.

Once I awoke from yet another one of my naps I assumed I was just in time to put the noodles in the now boiling water as I took steps toward the kitchen I grew aware of a growing heat and bright light. It wasn't until I saw the flames licking at the ceiling that I realized a fire had started I instinctively knew I was too late to put it out with our fire extinguisher so I headed back toward our living room where the door was. Just as I was about to exit the house I remembered my father and my still packed bags and ran panicky to gather them up and drag them out of the house. I struggled as much as I could every muscle in my still small body straining to drag the bags to the door at least. However by the time I made any progress the smoke had grown thick and black gathering in my lung. Between that the intense heat and exhaustion brought on by lugging the bags I collapsed into a coughing heap on the floor certain I was going to die then and there.

I barely remembered a pair of strong hands reaching down to grab me and throwing me over their shoulder before picking up the bags I had been dragging behind me and carrying myself and them out of the door into the quiet, clear, cool night air. They set me down onto the pavement asking if I was alright. I was unable to speak do to the inhaled smoke so I simply nodded my head. They asked if anyone else was in the house I was able to weakly shake my head before collapsing into a fit of coughing and they pulled me close to comfort me and telling me his name was Bryan and that things would be alright no matter how bad they seemed. I don't know how long we stayed that way only that when I again looked up my father was running over to us.

"Ferb! Ferb, are you okay?" My father shouted as he got closer to me.

"Yes father I'm fine this man saved me." I told him before turning back to look at Bryan. Who had vanished as suddenly as he had appeared in my home.

"Ferb darling there's no one there..." My father stated slowly as he arrived a look of confusion on his face. He shook it off and looked down at me smiling simply glad I had survived the vicious fire. Never mind I was the one who had caused it.

"Where were you father?" Were the only words I could muster in my weak voice.

"I was having dinner with my new boss this afternoon." He answered simply.

As I was about to ask him why that was one of the firefighters, I assumed he was the captain, headed over to talk to my father.

"Hello you must be Mr. Fletcher, I'm captain Dallas Reese." The captain told him.

"Yes that's me" My father told Captain Reese.

"We believe we found the cause of the fire It appears a small fire broke out in the kitchen and quickly spread to the rest of the house," Dallas paused for a moment before continuing "Your son is lucky to be alive much less be out of the house with your belongings." He concluded.

"What do you mean, I thought one of your men got him out?" My father asked the captain.

"Yes it had to be one of them, he said his name was Bryan." I chimed in my voice hoarse and small

Captain Reese gave me a confused look before answering " There's no one in our enire department with that name son."

"Well that doesn't make any sense someone had to pull him out of the fire." My father said to the captain.

"Hmm well I have heard of this a few times but its not very common." Dallas mused to himself

"Whats not very common?" My father asked Dallas.

"Sometimes when we arrive at the scenes of accidents or fires people claim to have seen or been pulled from the wreckage by people who don't exist or are nowhere to be found." The captain told us.

"Well that is a bizarre thing to say what do you think it means?" My father inquired.

"I have come to the conclusion they are intercessory beings." Dallas told my father.

"What do u mean by that, like a guardian angel?" My father questioned the captain.

"Yes that's the term for the ordinary folk." Captain Dallas said to my father.

The only thing my father could muster was a muffled "Wow"

"Son it looks like you have a guardian angel." The captain said turning towards me.

The rest of the night was spent cleaning up the debris of our destroyed home and my father using his cell phone to try and find a place for us to stay. However this was difficult as all of our relatives were back in England. Finally my father was able to get a hold of his new boss who was quick to allow us to stay at her house even at this late hour. When we arrived we found her waiting at the door for us telling us to be quite as her children were asleep. My father thanked her multiple times as we took our places lying on her couch.

The next morning we awoke, apparently the first people in the house to do so, my father insisted we gather up our belongings and leave not wanting to further impose. However his plan was thwarted when as we headed toward the door she woke up and insisted that we stay for breakfast. My father being the coward he was decided that it would be for the best. So she called for her children as she began to fix breakfast.

As she finished fixing breakfast Linda called up to her children to come down for breakfast. A minute later down the steps came bounding down a young redheaded girl with an abnormally long neck who was introduced to me as Candace Flynn. Bouncing down after her was a small six year old triangle headed over enthusiastic boy who quickly introduced himself as Phineas Flynn. Even having known him less than five seconds I could quickly tell we would either be the best of friends or the worst of enemies.

That was one memory I never minded reliving in my mind... at least until now. I was still upset at the way he had been when I left him tonight entangled in the arms of the only girl I had ever loved.

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Alrighty another chapter finally done. Also don't forget to go vote on my poll for the type of ending you would like for this story.