I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING THIS! I had a bit of writer's block and... I lost my inspiration for a while. But I think it's back! :D WOOHOO! I hope nobody ditched me... But I will try to be more frequent now that I may have found my mojo. BUt to anyone who still reads this, THANK YOU FOR NOT LEAVING! 8DDD

I don't own Phineas and Ferb.

Enjoy! :D


"Hiya Phineas, whatcha doin'?"

Phineas turned from the game he was currently playing to find Isabella standing behind him with a wide grin on her face. She had looked for quite a while for the boy, and had finally found him playing at one of the booths.

"Just playing," he answered, gesturing to the game. "You wanna play too?"

Isabella giggled at his question. "That's okay, I just was looking for you. It's not really any fun playing alone, is it?"

The redhead shrugged with a grin. "I guess you've got a point," he said, turning back to the booth. "I'll get you a prize if I win..."

The raven-haired girl's eyes widened in surprise at the statement. "Oh, you don't have to, Phin... I've already gotten a few prizes."

But the short boy waved his hand in disagreement, silencing the female. "No, no, I'm doing because I want to."

As soon as the redhead turned away to continue gaming, Isabella silently squealed and punched the air happily. The boy of her dreams was going to try and win her a stuffed animal! It was just like in all of those romantic movies...

Phineas picked up a ball and aimed it carefully. This game one of those booths where you get one try to knock all of the bottles, pins, etc., down to get a prize; and Phineas had good aim, thanks to baseball.

"Here we go!" he said, and let the ball fly from his hand and rip through the air right smack into the tower of bottles, knocking them all to the ground in one, fluent throw.

Isabella's mouth dropped open. "Whoaaa! Phin, that was amazing! How'd you do that?!"

The redhead chuckled as he took a stuffie from the rack of prizes. "Well, sometimes there's just a lucky shot."

The raven-haired girl's eyebrows dropped, unamused. "You seriously did not just say that. That was like a professional throw!" She cried, taking the prize from her crush, which happened to be a little, fluffy, pink poodle.

"Um... Baseball?" Phineas said with a shrug, smiling nervously.

Isabella merely laughed. "Of course. Thanks for winning this for me, Phinny..."

The redhead blushed a bit before returning the thanks. "You're welcome, Izzy. And... don't call me that."

But that only made the girl laugh once more.

She's cute when she laughs... the boy thought. Well, technically she's always cute, but her smile is adorable...

Phineas blushed even harder when he thought that, the silence making Isabella look up in curiosity.

"Whoa, Phin," she said, giggling as she placed a hand up to her mouth, trying to hide her smile. "You look a bit hot... Is everything okay?"

The redhead looked over at the female, only blushing even more. "Um... Yeah! Everything's fine. I just... I'm hungry, that's all," he said, unknowingly scratching his ear.

The girl just rolled her eyes with a grin. "Whatever you say, Phin... Whatever you say."

The two then walked over to the food section of the festival where they would then buy their lunch, since it was nearing the afternoon. It was quite nice out, actually, a perfect day for an event. Of course, being the food court, they found Buford there; as well as Ferb and Baljeet.

"Hey!" Phineas called, waving his hand above his head and catching the other group's attention. Ferb grinned and waved back, almost wanting to smirk at the fact that Isabella had a prize with her. No doubt he had gotten it for the girl. Buford looked over as well.

"Hey Dinnerbell, Girly, come 'n chow down with us!"

The two ran over, the groups meshing together as they began to talk about the day. Buford and Baljeet had come to the fair not too long ago, as a matter of fact, and the bully had at once proceeded onto the games, Baljeet following him around with his nose in a book. Isabella had been at the festival for quite a while, because Vivian had wanted to come early to talk with Linda without the crazy noise of the crowd of citizens.

The gang ordered their food and went over to sit at a table to enjoy their meal without having to stand and wear out their feet.

"So," Ferb said with a smirk, looking over at his brother. "Did Isabella win that poodle?"

Phineas grinned nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, opening his mouth to speak, but Isabella beat him to it.

"Yep! And on the first try, too."

The redhead sighed and rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "It wasn't that impressive..."

The female's arms dropped to her side in exasperation. "Are you serious?! Stop saying that! It was all 'whoosh', and 'zing' and 'whoooaaa!'"

Ferb's grin only grew larger as Buford and Baljeet burst out laughing.

"You've got nothin' ta say, Dinnerbell!" Buford said through a chuckle.

The redhead sighed with a grin and rolled his eyes in defeat. "Fine, it wasn't nothing. Happy?"

Isabella giggled and nodded her head. "Yes."

"Oh, my!"

The cry startled the group, and they looked over to see Baljeet with a big, red ketchup stain on his shirt.

"This is terrible! That shirt was brand new and I have ruined it!"

Isabella brought a hand to her mouth in shock. "That's not good..."

Ferb sighed and stood up, turning towards the booth they had gotten their food from. "I'll go get some napkins," he said, starting to walk in the designated direction.

But Baljeet put a hand out to stop him. "Oh, Ferb, do not worry. I will get them myself-!"

"Just let me get them," the Brit interrupted with a slight grin.

The green-haired teenager continued his walk to the booth, and, once getting there, asked the chef for a few napkins. The man did so, and Ferb began to turn around to go back, but there happened to be a sign that pointed to the bathrooms and the teen hit his head right smack in the middle, making him drop all of the objects he had just collected.

"Ferb!" Isabella called, worried for her friend's head. "Are you okay?"

The Brit groaned in reply.

The raven-haired girl was about to get up and help him, when she heard a pain-filled moan from beside her. She looked over, and there was her crush, holding his head in his hands, rubbing it as if he had gotten a sudden major headache.

"Oh man, that hurt," he whimpered, face scrunching up in irritation.

"Phin," Isabella asked, Buford and Baljeet looking up as well in curiosity. "What's the matter?"

Phineas raised his gaze up to hers, pain evident in his eyes. "It feels like I just hit my head... Which is weird, because I didn't..."

Buford lifted an eyebrow in question. "But Beanpole Mcgee over there just hit his head," he said, gesturing his hand over to Ferb, who had recovered and was now walking back over to the table. "Maybe it's some kinda weird connection, or somethin'..." the bully mused.

"Buford, that is crazy!" Baljeet exclaimed, earning a laugh from Isabella. "Things like that cannot be real."

The bully threw his hands up in the air out of irritation. "Hey, I'm just sayin'!"

Ferb walked up to the table and set the napkins down before grabbing Phineas' wrist and pulling him up, out of his chair.

"Where're you going, Ferb?" Isabella asked, taking one of the white cloths.

"To the bathroom," was the short reply.

Buford looked skeptical. "With Dinnerbell?"

The Brit nodded confidently before walking off, dragging his clueless little brother with him.


"You got a headache?" Ferb asked, looking the redhead straight in the eye.

The two were in the men's room of the school, and nobody seemed to be there. That was good.

"Um, not really," Phineas replied. "If it was a headache it would probably still be here..."

The Brit raised an eyebrow. "So it wasn't a headache?"

The younger shrugged and avoided his brother's eyes. "Well, it was a sharp painful throb... Like I hit my head. Why are you so concerned?"

"Do you remember last night?" Ferb asked, worry appearing on his face. "We could feel each other's pain. And this morning when I tried to rip my amulet off my neck and you shot up in bed?"

Phineas sighed in remembrance. "Yeah, I remember that... Not a very good memory if I do say so myself..."

The green-haired teenager shrugged apologetically. "Sorry. But Phin, we need to be careful. If one of us gets hurt badly, the other will be hurt just as bad."

Phineas' eyes widened in realization. "Oh... Ferb, we may have a problem..."

The Brit raised an eyebrow.

"Sid," Phineas clarified. Sid was the school bully, and happened to have a bit of a grudge on the two brothers. And he was also very unpredictable, so there was really no telling when he would strike...

...which was bad news to our duo.

"Oh, I forgot about him," Ferb murmured, looking heavenward. "This may be tougher than I thought. But hopefully, like I said before we left, when we get home we can try and find the owner of these things."

Phineas grinned nervously. "I sure hope so... I don't want to keep them any longer. Plus it's kinda cold in here..."

Ferb furrowed his eyebrows. "Phin, it's warm in here. It's much colder outside... Why would you think it cold in here?"

The redhead shrugged and grabbed his arms, suddenly shivering. "I dunno... It just felt really cold for some reason."

"Hm," Ferb mused, taking his brother's hand once more and leading him out of the bathroom. "Well, we had best be going back to the table... Buford going to begin thinking that we went anywhere but the bathroom."

"Okay," Phineas replied, following him along with a grin.

The two walked their way back outside, maneuvering through the wads of people and games. It seemed as if they had traveled through time, for there was a lot more people in the festival then when they had been eating. The brothers spotted the table where Isabella was snapping at Buford for doing something, and Baljeet and gravy all over his face.

They could hear the girl yakking away at the bully, obviously not happy, as Buford looked anywhere but at her with a slight grin making its way up his face.

"Hey!" Phineas called through a laugh, catching the other three's attention. "You need some more napkins?"

Baljeet rolled his eyes as the two came to a stop at the table, unamused. "Yes, that would be delightful. Thank you, Buford, for ruining my shirt. TWICE! And the first time was not even you!"

Ferb laughed and handed the indian teen one of the snow white cloths.

"Yer welcome," Buford replied, earning a swat on the head from Isabella.

"Hey," Phineas murmured, looking up in wonder. "It's starting to snow..."

Indeed it was, for little swan white flakes were beginning to fall from the sky, being lighter than air. They sparkled in the sunlight before alighting on some surface and melting away, leaving a puddle of cold water.

"Wooow!" Isabella gasped, standing up and twirling around like one would do in a movie. "They're so pretty! I wish I could just keep one forever..."

"Yes," Baljeet added, also standing up. "Then we could use them for scientific studies."

Isabella's gaze lowered, unamused, to her indian friend. "I meant for decoration, Baljeet..."

"I think it would be cool to actually go into a cloud and see the snowflakes form... Or maybe we could make our own! We need to do that sometime, Ferb!" Phineas gasped, looking up at the Brit with a bright smile, the green-haired teen looking right back down at him with a small grin.

"Ferb, I know what we're gonna do... Someday... After today..."

The Brit chuckled in amusement. "Realizing you won't have any time left of today to do anything?"

Phineas crossed his arms and shivered once more, smiling sourly. "Yeah, yeah, so I won't have any time. I'll survive."

"We'll see about that. Hey, are you alright? You look pale," Ferb said, suddenly looking concerned.

The redhead tightened his grip on himself, shivering yet again. His face had suddenly become very white and the tips of his nose and ears were turning pink. Even though it was winter, it was not freezing out. Which made it odd that Phineas was cold, for he did not usually care about the weather.

"Yeah, I'm f-fine. Just a Little c-cold, that's all."

"Well, you look freezing," Isabella countered, now looking at her friend as well. "Maybe you should go inside and warm up."

But the thirteen-year-old inventor waved his hand to fend her off. "No, it's okay. I'm fine, really..."

Baljeet raised an eyebrow when the boy shivered again, only more violently. "No, you should go inside. If you are this cold already, then you will be freezing if it keeps snowing."

"I agree with the nerd," Buford said, crossing his arms.

"Oh, a-alright I'll g-go inside i-if you th-think I n-need to," Phineas sighed, giving in to his friends' warnings and concerns.

The group turned toward the school and began the walk there, Ferb wrapping his arms around his brother in order to provide a little bit of warmth, but nearly recoiled when he felt the boy's skin.

"My gosh, Phin, you're freezing!"

But the redhead did not say anything and shrugged, not stopping his feet from where they were going. But it was only for a minute, for almost instantly after that, Phineas found it a bit hard to move, almost as if his body was shutting down.

In fact, that was pretty much what it felt like. It seemed like he was losing control over his thoughts... His vision seemed to get darker, black spots began swimming everywhere, blocking his sight.

Ferb felt the younger stumble and looked down to see the redhead's eyes squinting as if trying to see something that was not there.

"Um F-f-ferb?" Phineas shivered, looking up at his brother, beginning to get a bit scared at not being able to see clearly. "I th-think I'm-m g-g-gonna f..."

But he did not have time to finish his sentence for the dark, thoughtless hands of unconsciousness took over and dragged him under, the boy's eyes rolling back into his head. His legs gave out and he collapsed into Ferb's arms, the Brit's eyes widening in alarm.

"PHINEAS!"


Thank you for being so patient again... SO I'VE GOT SOME ACTION. This should be fun to write now. :D

- Lovey