I read over the last chapter (and the first two) and ended up screaming out loud more than once because I continuously wrote 'Bujeet' instead of 'Baljeet'. DAMN YOU PAIRING NAMES! I should just stick to calling them BSquared. No way I could mix that up.

Actually, I probably could.

Anyway, hope you enjoy these!

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Questions

Is it okay to love you?

I find myself asking him this, over and over, in my head. We're so close, people claim he can read my mind. Perhaps he can hear my whispered questions, perhaps he just chooses to ignore them. Perhaps we're not as close as we appear. Either way, he does not react when I ask him again, whisper the words from my heart, never leaving my mouth.

Is it okay to feel this way? To want you so much, with every part of my being?

Sometimes I dream of him answering my questions. Most of the time, he smiles and tells me that it's okay, that no one can help how they feel, that he loves me too. But sometimes, the dream twists and warps, his face snarls, and he tells me he is disgusted, as if loving him is the worst thing I could have done to him.

Aren't there worse things? It's not as if I hit him, or cut him, or burned him. How did I manage to make love, so blindingly pure and taint-free, look distorted and ugly?

I sit by his bedside, rocking slowly as the cold night air slides over my skin and raises the fine hairs on my arms. His eyes are closed, and he's breathing so deeply, so slowly, it seems he will never wake.

Would it be safe to tell you? To allow my heart's confession to slip past my lips, just once? After all, it's not as if you can hear me.

I reach out, my fingers hovering just over his porcelain cheek, afraid to touch, afraid not to. When I do, its as if I grabbed electrical wires, sparks shooting up my arm and hitting my heart.

If one simple touch can do this, what would kissing him be like? His lips on my throat?

It hurts, looking at him, sleeping so peacefully. I want to tell him.

Shouldn't I be able to tell him? What's so wrong with love?

Forbidden love. He'd hate me, if he knew. He moves, so slight I barely see it, but I can feel it from my fingers on his cheek. Ever so slightly, he tilts his head closer to my hand.

It comes out unbidden, a croaked confession under the cloak of darkness. 'I love you, Phineas.'

And in the moments that follow, I can hear my heart racing, my breathing quicken, the noises of the night outside our bedroom window. And I can hear him, his lips moving gently, mouthing in his sleep.

'Ferb.'

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Hate

'First of all,' Buford growled, leaning forward and poking the scrawny boy in front of him in the chest, gaining a small amount of smug satisfaction at the way he flinched. 'I do not hate you. I hate your stupid clothes, I hate your stupid bag that's always crammed with way too many books, I hate the fact you're always too busy for me anymore, but I don't hate you.'

'Is that so?' Baljeet shoved the jabbing finger away, his lips forming an unconvincing sneer. 'Well, Buford, let me tell you this. I hate your stupid TUFF gum, I hate your stupid Bully Code, I hate that you are always hanging around with your ridiculous football friends, but most of all, I hate you.'

Buford stepped forward, using his larger body to crowd Baljeet, forcing the genius to move backwards in order to escape. He didn't stop until the small teen's back hit the wall, and then Buford pressed his forearm across Baljeet's chest to stop the kid from moving. Seething with rage, he moved his face in close, trying his best to intimidate. It seemed to be working, as Baljeet's entire body was trembling, the tiny spasm of courage it took for him to say what he had said long gone. 'If you hated me, nerd,' Buford snarled, stressing the last word. 'Then you would have thought up some genius scheme to get rid of me. You're the smartest kid I know, you could have done it. So why didn't you?'

Baljeet gulped, his adams apple bobbing. 'Buford...' his voice was small, scared, unsure how to proceed. 'I...'

'Don't hate me,' Buford finished, smirking. 'Admit it.'

Baljeet stayed stubbornly silent.

'Admit it, nerd!'

'No!'

Buford growled and lowered his head, crushing their lips together with bruising force, only to pull back a few seconds later, leaving the Indian no time to react. Baljeet's eyes were wide with shock. 'Admit it.'

'I do not hate you,' it came out as a whisper.

'I don't hate you, too, nerd.'

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Hand

'We need to tell them, Ferb.'

His step-brother didn't reply, simply glowering at him. The look said it all. No way, crazy man.

'Ferb,' Phineas let out a sigh and went to take the boy's hand, but Ferb pulled it out of reach, turning his head to stare pointedly at their mother, who was only a few feet away, reading a book in the living room chair and completely ignoring them. 'Come on, bro. Did you think we could keep this a secret forever? They're our parents. We owe it to them to tell them.'

Still, Ferb looked unimpressed. He shook his head, causing Phineas to groan and cover his face for a few moments. When he looked back up, his eyes were wide and pleading. 'Please, Ferb. For me.'

That cunning little... He damn well knew Ferb could never say no when faced with those eyes! The green-haired teen bit back a growl, but his heart melted at the sight. With a sigh, he nodded reluctantly. Immediately, Phineas' lips twitched into a smile, and this time when he reached for Ferb's hand, the boy didn't pull away. 'Don't let go,' the redhead whispered.

They meshed their fingers together, sharing their strength, silently supporting each other as they stood from their seats at the kitchen table and approached their mother, who glanced up, looked back at her book, and then did a double take at their joined hands. She raised an eyebrow at them.

Don't let go.

'Mom...' Phineas took a deep breath. 'We have something we want to tell you and Dad.'

I won't.

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Lust

At first, he'd put it down to lust.

Sure, it was unusual for step-brothers to get completely smashed while they were home alone one night and end up making out. But that was just it- they weren't actually related. They were both suffering the effects of puberty, both under an intense desire to experiment. It was just the effects of lust running around in their brains, and other places.

But after the third time they made out, and Phineas began to notice just how damn beautiful his brother's eyes were, he began to doubt his first claim.

Maybe it wasn't lust.

Maybe it was love.

But that was okay. And after the first time he said it, Ferb had thought it was okay, too. Perfectly fine. Because he loved him back.

And nothing else mattered.

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Fire

He couldn't breathe, could barely see through the haze of smoke inside the large purple building that was Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated. His fedora long gone, dropped somewhere on one of the lower floors, forgotten in his haste. Where was he? He couldn't be gone. He had to be here, had to be safe. Please, let him be safe.

Perry burst into yet another room, his chocolate brown eyes sweeping over the interior, hoping to see the tall, lanky man that was his nemesis. A distressed chatter escaped him when he realized Doofenshmirtz was not there. Let him be safe.

Perry turned, eyes widening in fright when a loud noise startled him. The ceiling just above him caved in, and it hurtled towards him. His agent instincts kicked in, and he rolled to avoid the debris. Despite his best efforts, one particularly heavy piece of plaster landed on one of his hind legs. For all his strength, all his smarts, he couldn't get it off. He was trapped.

He could hardly feel the pain in his leg. That was bad, but he wasn't worried. His vision was swimming, and suddenly he found himself on his back, staring up at the hole in the ceiling. Vaguely, he heard a loud voice, screaming his name. It was familiar. Who was it again? Henry? Harry?

Heinz.

A large human head blocked his view of the ceilings, of the flames licking at it. Words reached him, but he barely understood them. 'Perry the platypus, hold on,' it was whispered, and the large, calloused hands shoved at the ceiling plaster holding Perry in place. It creaked in protest, but one final shove and it moved.

Doofenshmirtz picked Perry up, cradling the small platypus in his arms. A tiny part of Perry's brain that wasn't affected by the lack of oxygen wondered at the fact his nemesis had recognized him without the hat. But then again, what other platypus would enter a burning building and search for it's owner?

'You're a stupid, stupid mammal,' Doofenshmirtz was scolding even as he hurried out of the room, down a winding staircase. 'I was perfectly fine, there was no need to rescue me.'

Perry thought this was unlikely, considering his building was burning, but even if he could talk, he was too exhausted to argue. His eyes slid closed, and his head rested against the warm chest.

He was safe.

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Fire was requested by PhineasFlynns, and I was happy to oblige. I've never really been into Perryshmirtz, let alone written one, so I hope it wasn't too horrible.