A/N: YAY FOR FREE TIME! I'm so happy I got to upload another chapter this quickly! It's a little longer, but I hope you find it worth it! ^^

Isabella let out a happy sigh as they finally reached her room. The trek up the stairs had been the fun part. She had tried to use the handrail to steady herself as she walked, but her strength failed her. Luckily, Phineas kept a hand on her back and steadied her. Needless to say, it took a while to reach the top.

When they got to her door, Phineas reached in front of her and pushed the door open. The purple walls greeted her like an old friend. She looked nostalgically around the room, happy to see colors other than white. She ran her hand over her dresser.

"It's feels wonderful to see my own room again." She sat on her bed, laying back to feel her own comfortable sheets again. She closed her eyes for a moment.

'I wish things would go back to the way they were.' She sat up and looked to Phineas. He was looking around her room, mesmerized by the many awards and recognitions she had received growing up as a Fireside Girl. He turned his attention to her and smiled. She returned a small one.

'Then again, maybe not.' She got up and pulled a pair of gray sweatpants out of her dresser. She heard him make his way over to the door.

"I'll be in the hall. Come get me if you…uh…need help." She giggled as his face turned pink from his statement.

"Will do."

She threw the sweatpants on the bed as he closed the door. She grabbed the top of her pants and leaned forward, ready to rid herself of the filthy garments. As she did, though, the room began to spin. She felt herself swaying and sat back on the bed. She held her head as the room settled down.

'Great, I can't bend down to take off my own pants.' She looked down at her feet, contemplating on what to try.

'Maybe I can stand on the pants' leg and pull them off that way.' She stood and readied to execute her plan. She lifted one foot off the ground slightly and felt herself swaying worse than before. She sat back on the bed, frustrated.

'Darn it. If only I had something strong enough to lean on I could…' Her eyes flew up to the door.

'Phineas.' Her face turned red and she covered it with her hands.

'Oh my gosh! I can't believe I'm thinking about asking him to help me undress. That would be…well…' She peeked up at the door. Her mind began fighting itself. One half enjoyed the idea, perhaps a little too much, while the other half was too embarrassed to let her do it. She shook her head free of the turmoil.

'No, Phineas isn't one to take advantage of something like this.' With a nervous breath, she made her over to the door. She hesitantly turned the knob and cracked open the door.

"Phin-Phineas." She heard him approach the door. Her face turned red as she spoke.

"I…I need your help." She stepped back as he slid past the door and closed it. He eyed her in worry.

"What's wrong?" She looked down at the floor, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Her blush darkened and she answered him softly, almost in a whisper.

"I can't…um…get my…pants off." His face rapidly matched hers. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I-I see. Um…w-what's the problem?" She looked up meekly at him.

"I get dizzy when I lean forward and my balance isn't the best." Phineas nodded and scratched his chin in thought.

'Okay, she obviously can't undress herself, so I have to help her. Man, this is…it's so…' His face turned a darker red as certain adjectives ran through his mind.

'Focus, Flynn. She is probably embarrassed about this, so you need to find a way to help her without making it awkward.' Suddenly, his face lit up.

"Okay, here's an idea. I'll turn my back and you can hold onto my shoulders. That should give you the balance you need." Isabella felt herself relax at his idea.

"Sounds like a plan to me." She mentally sighed in relief.

'Thank goodness. Any other suggestion would have probably tested our restraint…well, at least mine.'

They walked over to the bed and he turned his back to it. She stood between the two, granting her a safety net in case she lost her balance again. She undid the button on her pants and grabbed his shoulders. She placed a foot on the leg of her pants and lifted the other. She got her foot about an inch off the ground before her hand slipped off his shoulder. She tried to balance herself, but couldn't. Phineas reached his arm behind him and steadied her. She chuckled nervously.

"Sorry. Guess I should get a better grip." He laughed.

"Let's try this a different way, then." He placed his hands over hers on his shoulders for support. He motion at her foot.

"Slide your foot up so I can see it." She slid her foot along the floor between his legs. When it came into view, he placed his foot on the edge of the pants' leg.

"Okay, now pull it back." She slowly pulled her foot back. His foot kept the pants in place and she felt the pants' waist slide down her leg. Her face turned bright red as they hit the floor.

"Okay, t-they're off." He released her hands and took a couple of steps forward, not looking back.

"I'll stay in here in case you need more help. Don't worry, I won't peek." Isabella sat on the bed and pulled her legs through her sweatpants. She stood, adjusting them to her comfort, and threw away her old pants.

"I'm decent now."

She walked past him and grabbed an old t-shirt from her closet. As she straightened it over her stomach, Phineas noticed her slip into deep thought. Her attention shifted to the small terminal in the corner. He walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay? You've been out of it since you woke up." She snapped out of her trance and smiled up at him.

"Don't worry, I'm just thinking about what's next." Her eyes told him she was lying, but he knew she would talk when it was time. Suddenly, a low rumble resonated from her stomach. She patted her stomach and laughed.

"I think it's time to eat." He laughed as well and offered her an arm.

"Then shall we?" Linking arms, they made their way down to the kitchen.

When they arrived, the girls rushed Isabella with hugs. They led her to the table and sat around chatting while the guys readied the food. Dinner was fully of delicious food and much needed laughter. Buford kept them going with his corny stories and ridiculous puns. Before they knew it, the clock struck ten. Isabella let out a loud yawn. Adyson laughed.

"Guess the chief needs to catch up on beauty sleep." Isabella stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Whatever." She got up from the table, grabbing her plate to clean up. Adyson stopped her.

"Don't worry, we got this." Katie stood and grabbed the plate away.

"Yeah, go get some sleep." Isabella smiled gratefully and made her way out of the kitchen. Phineas watched her the whole time. Adyson saw him and snatched up his plate.

"She isn't going to get up the stairs by herself." He smiled and ran to help her. Buford lifted his plate to Adyson. She turned around and walked away, looking back at him.

"Sorry, you're not an injured woman or a guy who's desperately in love." Buford scoffed at her, and she returned a playful wink.

Once they got back to her room, Phineas began getting her bed ready. Isabella turned to the terminal.

"Phineas, I'm going to make a call."

"Okay, I'll ignore you until you are through." She smiled and rolled her eyes. She sat in front of the terminal and booted it up. The Fireside symbol spun slowly on the screen. Finally, the home screen popped up. She clicked on the small webcam icon and dialed Mrs. Feyersied. After a few moments of no response, Isabella began to hang up. Suddenly, an elderly woman with orange curlers in her hair and a brown robe popped on screen, startling her.

"Why, hello there, Isabella. How are my favorite troop leader and her girls doing? Are you recovering well?" Isabella nodded.

"Yes ma'am. The girls are doing well and I'm getting better thanks to Gretchen and Milly. I was able to walk today and…wait, how did you know about the accident?" Mrs. Feyersied chuckled.

"Don't sound so surprised. Ginger sent in the report."

"Oh, well, sorry to call you so late, ma'am." Mrs. Feyersied shook her head.

"Not a problem. What's the matter, hon?"

"Well, there's the matter of punishment for the man responsible. I don't know what to do." Mrs. Feyersied nodded, placing her hand on her chin.

"Yes, that would be troublesome, but from what I heard he already got a beating." Isabella felt her shoulders slouch.

'Great, she already knows about the fight.'

"Yes, ma'am, but I'm concerned about legal punishment. We should take measures to stop this from happening again." Mrs. Feyersied nodded again.

"I agree. Since the device is still in our possession, we have evidence to place a huge fine on him and ban his license. That is about the extent of our jurisdiction." Isabella lowered her head in disappointment.

"I understand." She felt the elder woman's eyes analyzing her.

"Are you sure you are healing properly?" She looked up at her in confusion.

"What?" Mrs. Feyersied leaned towards the screen.

"Something is troubling you, child. Want to talk?" Isabella shook her head. Mrs. Feyersied sat back and straightened her robe.

"Alrighty then. Just remember dear, for wounds to be healed, they need to be seen." Isabella smiled gently. She noticed Mrs. Feyersied looking past her. She turned and saw Phineas sitting on the bed with his back toward them. Mrs. Feyersied raised an eyebrow questioningly. Isabella held her hands up in defense.

"Don't worry, ma'am. That's Phineas. He's helped me through this a lot."

"Ah, so that's the Flynn boy who stole your heart at such a young age. From what I can tell, he's quite a looker." Isabella blushed at her statement. Mrs. Feyersied gave her a goofy smile.

"Well, this tired older woman is out. You have a good night, dear, but not too good. I'm too old to have any more Lil' Sparks running around." Isabella's entire body turned red and she nearly fell back.

"M-MRS. FEYERSIED!" The elder woman laughed heartily as the connection was closed. Isabella powered down the terminal and walked over to her bed, her face still slightly pink. Phineas came to her side and placed an arm around her.

"Are you okay? Your scream scared me to death." Isabella patted his hand.

"Sorry. Mrs Feyersied just shocked me, that's all." She looked up into his concerned eyes.

'For wounds to be healed, they need to be seen.' Isabella looked back at the floor.

'I…I don't need to tell him. It's just some stupid dream. I shouldn't even be thinking about it.' She sat on the bed and pulled the sheets over her. He turned off the lights, save for her beside lamp, and kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight." With that, he headed towards the door.

'Isabella, you are fine. There is no reason to fear.' She saw him get closer to the door.

'It was a stupid dream.' She saw him reach for the door. She felt herself begin to tear up.

'Don't even think about it.' But her body didn't listen. She shot up from the bed and ran to him, falling into his back and wrapping her arms around him. Both of their eyes widen in shock of her action. He looked over his shoulder.

"Izzy, what's wrong?" She stood there silently for a moment. Defeated, she let the tears fall. She buried her face into his back.

"Please…please don't leave." She heard the door shut and felt him turn in her arms. He hugged her as she cried into his chest.

"What's wrong?"

"I saw him." The fear in her voice immediately told him who she was talking about. He squeezed her tighter.

"Tell me what happened."

Through muffled sobs, she shared her nightmare with him. She told him of the happy beginning turned tragedy. She told him of her fear and desperation. Her nightmare angered him.

'She shouldn't have to deal with this. If Rodrigo wasn't such an idiot…next time I see him, he'll pay double for this.' He felt her push back and he looked down at her. Her face was lined with tears and her eyes pleaded with his.

"I-I don't want to go back there. Please…please stay."

He smiled gently at her as he wiped away her tears. He picked her up bridal style and walked back to the bed. He lay her down gently and climbed in next to her. She snuggled into his chest as he pulled the sheets over them. He wrapped his arms protectively around her and kissed her forehead.

"Of course, whatever you need." She smiled and closed her eyes, his heartbeat her lullaby.

"Thank you." Phineas rested his chin on her head and soon found himself dozing off.

'Don't worry, Izzy. This time, I'm here to protect you.'