Request by: Book girl fan
Phineas & Ferb do not belong to me. Dan & Jeff are still in charge.
Ferb & Vanessa
22-year-old Ferb was sitting in the coffee shop having his drink and working on his laptop.
28-year-old Vanessa walked in with her two children. "Just sit at that table there," she pointed to a circular table near the corner. "And don't move." She finished. She stood in line and placed her order. "Mom! I want hot chocolate!" One called out. "I don't want hot chocolate!" The other yelled. "Don't forget the giant cookie!" They both chorused.
Ferb leaned back in his chair stretched his neck and stood up. He queued up for another beverage. As he stood in the line he looked back at his table. "Next." The barista called out. He turned around and came face-to-face with Vanessa. "I'm sorry, excuse me." Vanessa said and proceeded to her seat. Ferb placed his order and went back to his table. He picked up his computer and briefcase and walked over to Vanessa's table. "I'm sorry for startling you Vanessa." He said.
Vanessa looked up at him. "Who are you?" One of her children asked. "Do you know Mom?" The other inquired. She stood up and hugged him. "Ferb. What happened to you?" He raised his eyebrow. "You've grown so much, you're no longer a little kid." She pointed out. "Would you mind telling that to my mother?" He said with a smile. "You still look the same." He finished and she blushed.
"Mister..." Vanessa looked at Ferb, fear in her eyes. "Fletcher." He supplied. She smiled thanks at him. "Mr. Fletcher and I are friends. From many years ago." Vanessa told her children. "I thought you didn't have any friends." One of the little ones said. "Didn't you say you weren't allowed to have friends?" The other supplied. Vanessa sighed and shook her head. "I didn't mean it literally. I don't have time for friends." She smiled apologetically at Ferb. "Is that because you're always tried?" The kids said in unison.
Ferb chuckled a little as everyone sat down again. "Why me?" Vanessa complained. Ferb gave her a quick hug. "If memory serves you had a similar problem with your father." He said. She looked at him questionably. "I never pestered him." Ferb tried not to laugh. "No you didn't. He pestered you."