Okay so since I can't math OR science right, I put "A week and a half". Well, a new moon takes about two weeks to become a full moon *Derp* let's just pretend it says "two weeks" there.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! This is pretty much a brotherly love chapter, because I love playing with Phineas and Ferb's close relationship. And sorry again for the wait. I'll be publishing way more frequent and with longer chapters like this one in the future. Aight? :)

Ferb's P.O.V.

I wake up slowly, still tired from the night before. That's right... I had stayed up way later than normal.

Realization strikes and I shoot up from my bed, ready to race to Phineas, but I backtrack and grab a blanket from his bed first just in case.

Slowly, I put my hand on the doorknob and turn it. I look into the room but don't see anyone. I take a few quick steps into the room and do a double-take, frantic for a split second, until I spot Phineas in the corner directly to my right. As I had guessed, Phineas was not dressed, but at least his legs were up to his chin to covering his exposed body.

I walk over to the sleeping boy, trying to put the blanket around him without looking. Once I was sure he was covered in the blanket, I opened my eyes and sat right next to him. I wrap my arm around his side with a happy sigh and pull him close, resting his head on my shoulder rather than the cold metal wall.

It was when I felt a small shuffle next to me that I realized I had completely zoned out for who knows how long. I turn my gaze to my waking brother.

With a tired hum, he stops moving and his eyes slowly begin to open.

"Phineas?" I say softly, catching the ginger's attention. He looks at me with confused and weary eyes, and I can't help but feel bad. "You okay?" I ask, though the answer may have been a bit too obvious.

"I... what happened?" He asks. I stare at him, trying to think of an answer, while trying not to let my emotions through my expression.

"Well, you uh… Well, there was a bit of an incident last night. But everything's okay now…" I try to reassure him, but all I get is sadness from his suddenly downcast stare as he turns his head away. I know that he knows I'm purposefully giving him a very nonspecific answer, and he must know that this 'incident' was something he wouldn't want to know about.

After a moment, I decide to try and ask my question again. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" I ask quietly yet sternly.

"I'm… okay," Phineas obviously tried to find better words, which almost scares me. He has a habit of doing the exact thing I do; downplay something if it might hurt or worry others, but I don't need that right now. What I need, is to know my brother's true state and help if at all possible.

"Phineas," I say, interrupting his thoughts. "...be completely honest with me, Phin," I instruct. He stares at me momentarily before sighing.

"I feel like I was hit by a truck," he says truthfully, letting his head gently fall onto my shoulder, "Everything aches."

With a pitied sigh, I respond, "I'm so sorry, Phin…" "Don't be," He looks up at me with sympathetic eyes. "It's not like you could have done anything about it."

There was truth in his last statement, but it didn't keep me from feeling like I could have done something, even if it was small, for Phineas. A thought comes into my head, and I decide to immediately take action.

"Do you think you can stand at all? Maybe we could get you to your bed," I suggest.

"I'm not sure… I could try, but I'll definitely need help…" He says with an embarrassed chuckle. I hold back a smile as Phineas leans the other way to the wall as I get up.

"I'd suggest keeping a good grip on that blanket," I say, the corners of my mouth trying to curve up, "You're not exactly wearing anything beneath that."

Phineas' reaction was hilarious, and a smile managed to find its way onto my lips as he gripped the blanket as if his life depended on it. The red tint on Phin's face made it obvious he was embarrassed, but I try to ignore it and help him stand.

With great difficulty, Phineas managed to gain balance, or rather, I manage a good grip on his arms while they remained under the blanket and help him not fall over as we slowly make our way over to his bed.

Once we get there, I lay him down as gently as I can before heading for the closet and grabbing a pair of his clothes. I lay them next to him, but I wonder if he can even sit up on his own.

"Can you dress yourself, do you think?" I ask nonchalantly, but Phineas' face just becomes red again. "Yeah," "Okay, hey, just makin' sure," I say with a small smile as I head for the bedroom door.

"I'm going to go see if I can find you Tylenol, that might help you," I inform, "You can try to change while I'm downstairs," I say as I leave the room and close the door.

I take my time going down the stairs and rummaging through the bathroom cupboard to find the Tylenol. I then go to the kitchen and get a small glass of water. Once I do, I go upstairs again and knock on the door.

"Come in," Phineas says. I walk through and close it behind me, handing him the container and setting the glass of water next to him. Once he swallows it, he says thank you and sets the pill container down by the water.

"So… do you remember last night at all?" I ask as I sit on the edge of the bed beside him.

"Not really… I mean, I remember I was hurting, and you were there trying to help, and…" He was doing it again. He was thinking strategically and carefully, I could feel it, and he was going to try and downplay it.

"The truth," I say, emphasizing 'truth'. Gosh, why am I such a hypocrite?

"Ferb, you don't wanna know," "But I do," "No, you don't…" Phineas says and immediately looks away with a regretful sigh. "I don't want to fight with you, Ferb, but…" He says, and sighs again, this time seemingly out of annoyance.

Something catches my attention, however; a slight shine to Phineas' eyes. Tears. Phin was crying.

"Phineas, I'm sorry, I don't want to push you but I need to know…" I say as I place my hand on his shoulder. "Whatever it is, it won't make me think of you any different, I promise…"

"I'll answer you truthfully if you answer a question truthfully for me first…" He says, gaze still avoiding mine. "Okay," I reply.

He seems hesitant, almost unwilling, as he opens his mouth to speak. "Are you… are you scared of me?" He asks as his eyes finally meet mine, shining so bright but seeming so dull and sad.

"No, Phin, why would you ever think that?!" I say a little too loud, my face concerned and serious. Phineas' stare doesn't change and he remains unsettlingly quiet. He searches my eyes for something, and when he seems to find it, his expression lightens to one of sadness along with disbelief. And then, I understand.

"Phineas, I do not fear you," I say gently and confidently, hoping my point comes across in my tone of voice. "You may have been cursed, but it does not mean I do or will ever have any reluctance towards interaction with you. You're the same person. You're still the kind-hearted Phineas I've come to love."

"But… Ferb, I attacked you. I tried to kill you. If I had transformed in the past, I bet he would have been able to maneuver and control himself enough to actually catch you. Had he not been so clumsy, you could have died." Phineas' expression saddens again. No, I won't let Phineas believe this bull. He had nothing to do with last night or his little outburst those few days back. If Phineas had his way, he surely would not have let any of this happen.

I grab both of his shoulders and pull his body to make him face me. The tear that runs down his face when I do so angers and saddens me all at the same time. Phin doesn't deserve to feel this way. "Phineas, listen to me. You weren't in control. You speak of him like he is a separate entity from you, because, he is. He managed to take his form, thus taking your control, but he did not, can not, and will not take your heart. If anything, I'm not scared of you, I'm scared for you. For your mental health. I do not like seeing you do this to yourself, and I will not allow it…" I pull him forward and give him a tight hug. He tenses at first, but thankfully, eventually returns my embrace. He rests his face on my shoulder, and I hold him a little tighter.

After a few moments, we slowly pull away, and Phineas reveals a small but relieving smile. I smile in return, much happier.

"Now…" I say gently, and his smile fades, but not completely. He closes his eyes and sighs knowingly before looking off to the side again. Though this time, his look isn't as sad as it was before. "Everything," I remind him.

"Well… at first, there was the stomach pain, and… you were trying to help me to my bed. You left to go downstairs, but when you did, my stomach pain spread to pretty much everywhere, and then it burned. I… all I could do was..." Phineas stops. Suddenly he tears up again, but before I can try and calm him, he continues. "All I could do, all I could feel, was… hate, and anger. I'm not sure if it was towards anyone or anything in particular, but it felt so foreign and wrong, and yet, I couldn't… I couldn't stop it…" He tries to wipe his tears before they fall.

"It's alright, Phin," I said comfortingly. "It's not you, remember? Maybe next time, I'll be there. Maybe I can help rid you of those bad thoughts." "No… Please, no. Next time this happens, I pray you're not there. I'm sorry, I know you just want to help, but… its scary how fast he managed to take me over, and without much warning. I don't want to hurt you, but if it happens again, that might be what happens…" Phineas mumbles.

I sigh but don't respond. I know he won't like it, but come the next new moon, I'll be sure I'm there with him when this happens. Perhaps I'd be helpful, perhaps not, but it's not like Phineas would have to be scared. We could prepare for this, just in case it is a monthly thing.

"Are you sure that's all you remember?… You knew he was too clumsy to catch me last night, so..." I wonder, not finishing my sentence. He looks at me and thinks for a moment. "Well… that's a good point. When I think about it, what he did feels like a somewhat vivid nightmare to me. I mean I can barely remember it, but it also felt so real at the same time, and…" Phineas tries to explain, but I can tell that even he doesn't understand.

"Oh well, maybe you'll remember better later. Right now, do you need anything? Sleep? Something to eat?" I suggest. He shrugs, "I don't really feel tired or hungry."

"Okay. Well, if you need anything, just ask alright? Oh, and Isabella tried to contact you last night. You might want to tell her you're okay; I told her you weren't feeling well last night so you went to bed early…" I say, hoping Phineas wouldn't be upset at my lie, but he just nods and reaches for his phone and proceeds to check the messages. He types something and closes his phone.

I grab my book and walk back to Phin's bed, sitting next to him and starting to read.

I silently apologize to Phineas. It was in his best interest to keep me safe from himself, but that was only because Phineas doesn't see what I see. And what I see, is a boy scared of himself, not for his own sake, but for that of others. If there was ever a time Phineas would need me, it was now, and I'm not planning on letting him down.