[Rated K]
Thomas is at a Museum in Spain with his parents in the month of August when he gets a call from a stressed Maria.
Convergence from a White Center
The bold click of stiletto heels disrupted, and forced away Thomas' thoughts from the multi-colored painting on the wall in front of him, as the sound also seemed to do to his father. Both turning their heads to the brunette woman in the black, silk pencil dress coming up behind them.
"I never did understand abstract art." Thomas' mother remarked as she came to stand between the two boys; Taking a swig of the Sangria she had just returned from purchasing. Thomas' had to nod in agreement at his mother's statement. He didn't really 'get it' either. His father, on the other hand, took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak;
"Jackson Pollock, Convergence-" Ferb began to say with his usual firm, modulated voice drenched in a thick British accent. "It represents the fear of Communism during the events of the cold war."
"Really?" Came Vanessa's slightly intrigued reply to her husband's short history lesson. Thomas' father was one of those men who sounded like he always knew what he was talking about, and that made it easy for him to draw people's attention to things they may have no interest in. But, no matter how well he spoke...Ferb shrugged his shoulders then glanced a the plaque under the painting.
'Jackson Pollock, Convergence, 1952.
Represents the fear of Communism during the events of the cold war with Russia.' Ferb didn't know everything, and he sure as heck didn't understand abstract art. Thomas rolled his eyes at his father's act while his mother let out a light chuckle.
"Okay, smart-guy, then what does that one represent?" Vanessa quizzed, pointing to a painting from across the room that's plaque was nothing, but a blur from where they stood.
"Mark Rothko, White Center, it reflects the artist's fascination with the emotional and visual power of the color red." Returned Thomas' father without a hint of difficulty.
"You're making that up." Vanessa countered, her gleaming sapphire irises staring into her husband's voidless gaze, trying to read the face she knew so well.
"Phineas actually taught me that one." Ferb replied, giving his wife a smirk, he really didn't know anything about this stuff.
"That's what we should do." Said Vanessa, catching both the boys' attention with her mildly energetic tone. "We should commission Phineas to paint something for that empty space in the dining room." She elaborated, and Thomas remembered how his mother had been looking to do something with that brick wall. Ferb raised an eyebrow, clearly interested, if not a little confused by the idea. "Then, when we have associates over for dinner we can listen to them question what it means amongst themselves." It was in that instance in which Vanessa finished speaking and started to chuckle to herself that her husband and son realized why the sudden interest, and they too started to snicker as they imagined what nonsense those old cows would come up with. "You like that idea, das baby?" Thomas' mother asked upon noticing her son's laughter, her tone becoming more bluntly maternal, as she ran her free hand through Thomas' mocha locks. Thomas leaned into his mother's touch as he nodded when suddenly his phone went off.
*Thomas belongs to Melty94
*Ferb & Vanessa belong to Dan Povenmire & Jeff 'Swampy' Marsh
