~Heaven Was Needing a Hero~
A Phineas and Ferb fanfiction
Written by Urhairsmellsnice
A tribute to the three men that died in the Theatre Massacre
Covering their girlfriends' bodies with their own.
Those three men died that night
but they live forever in our hearts and memories.
Rest in Peace.
Morning came earlier than I wanted it to, the simple peace of the night before had gone. I felt empty and broken once again. I fluttered my eyes open to the harsh fluorescent lighting of the hospital waiting room, feeling the weight of Isabella's head on my arm. I moved slowly, as not to wake her. Although, she hadn't woken when nightmares startled me from my sleep, so I doubted she would now. I blinked some more against the lights, my eyes blurry from sleep. I saw Buford in a chair, asleep with his head in his hand. Looking down I realized I was still wrapped in his jacket. I stirred from my chair and retrieved my phone from my pocket, out of habit. Every morning for the last few months Ferb had texted me goodnight and good morning after I'd fall asleep so I'd get it in the morning when I woke up. I bit my lip, for a second I had forgotten he was gone. I had a text from my step mom but I ignored it for the moment and scrolled back to the texts I had from Ferb.
The last one I had gotten was from the night before,
Hey, Love, Candace already bought us the tickets so I'll be around to pick you up around 11.
If only I could have made them late, refused to go to the movie, anything… then all of this would never have happened. I scrolled up a few more texts.
You know, Adyson, I do believe you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I'd do anything for you.
I didn't know at the time that he'd literally do anything for me. Tears stung at my eyes and I wiped them away with the back of my hand; I looked a few texts above that.
Good morning, Beautiful how was your night? Mine was wonderful, wish you were by my side ;)
I smiled, Ferb really loved country music, but would quote any songs he felt appropriate to me. Once, when he'd known I was in the shower he called me and left a voice mail of himself singing My Girl. Knowing I still had it I dialed my voice mail and listened to it, letting myself fall into Ferb's beautiful tenor voice.
"I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day
When it's cold outside, I've got the month of may
I guess you'd say what could make me feel this way?
My Girl, Talking 'bout My Girl
I've got so much honey, that the bees envy me
I've got a sweeter song, than the birds in the trees.
Well, I guess you'd say, what could make me feel this way?
My girl, my girl, my girl
Talking 'bout my girl
Hey, hey, hey,
My girl"
His voice faded and the canned voice mail voice came on "To delete this message press one, to replay press pound, to save, press 7."
I clicked the seven, "Message, Saved." I hung up the phone and finally went to look at the text from Elizabeth.
I came by the hospital but you were asleep, I would have stayed but I have a huge case in the morning. Linda told me everything that happened, I'm so sorry, I left you some things by your chair, if you need anything else just call and I'll have my secretary bring it over. I really am sorry I can't be there, I'll be by at lunch and maybe we can take you and your friends out. I know how upset you must be, but I'm glad you're alright. Ferb was an amazing boy and he gave me the best gift a woman could want.
I love you,
Mom
With a roll of my eyes, I deleted the message. She wasn't my mom, but at least she was trying.
I finally stirred myself from my chair, walked over to Buford, and covered him with his jacket. I stretched a bit, my clothes feeling stiff and wrinkly, as if I had slept in a chair all night with them wet from the rain. Oh wait, I did.
Mrs. Flynn looked up at me from where she had been nestled up to Lawrence, sleeping. She got up slowly so she wouldn't disturb him. I looked down, not wanting to meet the eyes of the woman whose son I killed.
I killed him, I killed Ferb, and if it weren't for me, he would be alive today. Another wave of emotion at the thought of Ferb washed over me and I pushed it down, welcoming the numb feeling back. Linda got to her feet stiffly and smoothed her red, bedraggled hair.
"Adyson," She spoke softly, here it comes, I thought, looking up. She walked towards me, stopping right in front of me, "Adyson, look at me."
Sniffling, I slowly looked up to meet her eyes that echoed the brokenness in my own. "Mrs. Flynn, I'm so sorry…" I told her, quietly.
"I know," She replied, "I am too." She reached over and pushed a loose strand of my mouse brown hair behind my ear, it was chaotic without my headband to hold it back. "Oh, you poor girl" She said, pulling me into a hug.
I wrapped my arms around her automatically, but I was incredulous. How could this woman be hugging me when I was the reason her son was no longer alive? "So you don't hate me?" I asked, my voice wavering, so much for numb.
She pulled back and held me by the shoulders at arm's length, studying my face. "How could I?" She asked, just as shocked as I was, "Come on, everybody will be awake soon, let's go grab some coffee and we can talk."
I nodded numbly as she led me out of the waiting room, glad to be doing something, however menial it was.
We paused at a sign to look for the direction of the cafeteria; it was two buildings over. "He knew you a long time before he started liking you," Mrs. Flynn told me as we walked out the door. I knew she was talking about Ferb; there was a silent agreement not to speak his name, we both knew we would break down if we did. "It was the day you tried out for the solo in choir; I believe he said you sang Heaven Was Needing a Hero."
I knew what she day she was talking about, I sang that song to my father at his bedside many times. When he heard that there was to be a solo to it at my next concert he made me swear to try out for it. I was always someone who blended into the background, only taking charge when I had to, generally hiding in the back of the choir. Dad had always told me that I had a big voice, but I chose to hide it, as not to bring attention to myself. Ferb, on the other hand, was always more outgoing than ever when he was singing. Normally he was ever standing in the shadow of his more enthusiastic brother, but Ferb was passionate about singing, and it showed.
When Mr. Wallace called the people trying out for solos my friends, Ferb included, were incredulous that I was going to sing alone, in front of everyone. I was the last to try out, my last name being towards the end of the alphabet. I sang the whole song through with my eyes closed, pretending I was just singing to my father and when I had finished everyone was silent, just staring at me. I remember Ferb's mouth gaping slightly as he looked at me, awestruck. I was awarded the solo and after that, I didn't care who heard me sing. After several practices in which Ferb and I were lead soloists, he taught me that it really didn't matter how I sounded, just that I enjoyed it. Music was a passion Ferb and I had shared, and it was what had brought us close, but I hadn't known it was why he had begun to like me. I recalled him telling me that I couldn't just sing and get by on talent alone, I had to sing like no one was watching, I had to be myself within the sheet music and the possibilities would be endless.
I never understood entirely what he meant, until that moment in the hospital; I resolved to follow that advice.
"You were all he could talk about that day," Said Mrs. Flynn as we walked out the Emergency room doors, snapping me out of my reverie, "and any day after that for that matter" She laughed, "He said your voice was his heaven so he wanted to be your hero."
"He always was cheesy like that," I smiled, remembering all the times Ferb had said things like that to make me blush.
"When it came to you he was," She said, as I blinked; trying to adjust my eyes to the bright, spring sun.
"Well he was—is my hero," I told her as a soft wind blew our hair around, carrying with it the faint sent of roses from the courtyard.
"Mine too," She agreed, "See why I can't hate you, now?"
I didn't answer, looking instead to the courtyard where the roses bloomed, yellow ones, Ferb's favorite color. No, I didn't see why she couldn't hate me, now.
She sighed at my apparent ignorance. "My son was a great man, he was sweet and smart and kind,"
I smiled at her referring to Ferb as a man, it seemed fitting.
"If he loved you, and I know he did" Linda continued, "then there was a reason for it, he didn't open up to just anyone, you know"
I nodded in agreement and she went on, "So if he opened up to you, you must be an amazing person, get it?"
"Not really," I replied, my head spinning with everything she told me as we entered the building containing the cafeteria. "It's still my fault he… My fault that…" I trailed off, unable to complete the sentence.
Linda stopped and turned to look at me, "Oh, Adyson," She said softly, hugging me again.
I returned her hug and blinked back tears, not wanting to break down again, "It's ok…" I said quietly.
She pulled back from me and sniffled, "right," she said, brushing the back of her hand across her eyes to stop the tears that were threatening to flow, "but… he would've done it for anyone, sweetheart," she added, turning away from me to continue our trek to the cafeteria.
We walked the rest of the way and managed to carry all five cups of coffee plus cream and sugar back to the waiting room. We arrived in the room with our sleeping friends at the same time as Ginger and Stacy's mother, Dr. Hirano did. She, like the last doctor who had visited, was solemn faced. I set the tray of coffee I had down and hurriedly took Mrs. Flynn's from her too. Dr. Hirano had that bad news look on her face.
"Oh, no…" I breathed, not wanting Isabella to have to go through what I was, or to see the Flynn-Fletcher family have to go through even more hurt.
"Linda, I'm sorry we had to see each other under these circumstances," Dr Hirano began in a professional tone.
Linda looked as if she might faint once more, I wasn't feeling well either. On the verge of throwing up myself, I took a comforting step towards her and heard her mutter, "No, not Phineas too…" I had heard it due to my proximity to her, but Dr. Hirano didn't seem to.
"Phineas' surgery didn't go as expected…" Dr. Hirano continued.
Linda sank, wide-eyed, into the chair behind her; I hovered protectively at her side, ready to pounce on my friends' mother, the surgeon, if she didn't cut to the chase.
The woman straightened her lab coat, nervously, "The bullet splintered Phineas' clavicle and did some damage to the nerves, we did all we can but we're not sure if he'll ever regain use of his right arm." Linda and I breathed a sigh of relief, this was bad, but not as bad as expected.
"He's in recovery right now and is under some serious painkillers, we haven't told him about... er… either of the situations" She paused, looking for her next words.
Either of the situations… She was talking about Ferb's death and the possible loss of his right arm. The irony hit me hard in the gut, I could think of three things that meant most to Phineas in his life, Ferb, Isabella, and inventing. Inventing would be rather difficult for Phineas without his right hand man… or his right hand.
At least he wasn't dead… but if I were him, I'd want to be.
Though, I was me, and I still wanted to be.
I guess Phineas and I were in the same boat.
A/N I was going to continue this until they were able to see Phineas and give him the news, it's supposed to be a dramatic, heart wrenching moment so I figured I'd give it a chapter all it's own and wring a few thousand words out of it, this seems rather fillery and dull to me, but it's here. I apologize for the long wait but school started, all AP classes, loads of homework, and I'm in tennis, (I've got a game Tuesday) oh and the hurricane that's blowing through, but you may thank the three day weekend because I'll update as much as I can. As long as there's no freak tornadoes or anything to take the power out. *knocks on wood* Again, thoughts, concerns, critiques?
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