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"What about the day that we built the portal to Mars?"
"Nope."
"Became one hit wonders?"
"Uh uh."
"Made S'Winter in the backyard?"
At this, Phineas looked at his step brother in obvious perplexity. "What?" His voice thick with confusion, he scratched his arm as Ferb felt his jaw drop slightly in shock.
"You know; a unique logic-defying amalgam of Winter and Summer?" Ferb tried again, his voice sounding more desperate than convincing. At his step brother's shrug, he groaned and hit his head against the oak tree violently, a thump resonating throughout the Flynn Fletcher backyard. Isabella ran up to him, her tone concerned as she checked his scalp for any bumps or bruises it might have acquired.
"Ferb, you need to relax!" She scolded, biting her bottom lip as she threw a quick glance in the amnesiac's direction. "Look, I want his memory back too, but hurting yourself isn't going to help any of us!"
The three of them had been at it for over two hours, with Ferb telling the red headed teen everything they had ever built in the summer, his efforts as effective as a mountain trying to walk away. Every now and then, Phineas had moments of recognition, but he claimed they were so blurry it was hard to make out what was true and what was just going on in his head. Isabella tried to add in parts the Brit had left out, but those too were almost invaluable if he couldn't remember them.
The summer breeze rustled the leaves overhead, the bright blue sky shining through the cracks the foliage let open and mixing with the shade. The sun heated the floor of the backyard in an intoxicating warmth that seemed to keep all the evil at bay. It was nearing the end of august, and as the trio stared at each other in silence, the red head looked away uncomfortably as he stifled a sigh.
Almost twenty four hours had passed since he had woken up with no recollection of what had happened or who his two best friends were. He felt scared, confused, and surprisingly frustrated at how it felt as though dramatic twists were thrown into his life like it was a mysterious plot series. Had there not been those moments when his memories had returned to him, albeit blurrily, he would have thought he had been placed into someone else's life. That was definitely not the case, not after his dream last night.
It had started off peacefully enough, his parents' faces coming into view as a toddler. His sister had made cookies for the whole Flynn Fletcher clan, the dark chocolate melting in his mouth as Phineas bit into one happily, a giggle erupting from his lips as chunks of chewed up cookie spewed everywhere. Then came the memories where everything became foggy and clustered, black spots taking the place of people he couldn't place. There were points in the memory where he would be having a personal conversation with said silhouettes, but the moment a name was supposed to come out of his lips, the audio turned to static as though it were a television with bad reception. As the events became more and more recent, the shadow began to engulf the entire vision, a black hole pulling everything in its vicinity into its bottomless stomach. The last thing he remembered before it had completely blacked out was a single phrase spoken over and over again.
" … ,I know what we're going to do today!"
A name was supposed to be at the front of that sentence, Phineas was sure of it; the static had never been louder than at that time besides when two of the silhouettes were together. He only wished he knew who he had been talking to. The black, empty dream had gone on unchanging for over five minutes before the terror ensued. He frowned as he recalled how a scream of terror had shot out of the dark, the sheer intensity of it rocking him to his core. For a second, nothing happened.
Then shattered glass broke out from the endless black.
It rang out, true and clearer than anything Phineas had ever seen. He could see the detail in the front window, how a single raindrop came into vision like it had fallen onto his nose. A steering wheel materialized from beneath his grasp, his hands cut up from the jagged glass. At first, all he could hear was the sound of swerving tires, screeching brakes and the frantic honks from a car. Suddenly, a scream in almost exact replication of the one he remembered in the hospital cried out, and as he watched the terror in endless horror, he could hear the distant cries he himself had made.
"Phineas!"
"Isabella!"
"Phineas?" Isabella had grabbed a hold of his shoulder and looked at him worriedly, her eyes deep and concerned like that of a lioness tending to her cub. "Are you okay?" As he looked at the Mexican-Jewish teen, he saw something before that made him blink; fear. Fear for him, no doubt, and that he would never return to the boy she had fallen in love with.
He didn't want to scare her, make her think he could only remember the unfortunate parts of their lives. If there was one thing he was going to stay in control of, it was how he made her feel. He vowed to never make her feel so upset or heartbroken ever again. So, he cracked a grin and nodded his head, his heart lifting as he watched her laugh and smile as well.
Isabella, however, noticed how intensely he had been staring at the ground, and she knew he was hiding something from her. Not wanting to press him further, she let out a soft laugh and a smile, but she could feel her heart dropping as he forced his lips upward for her sake. She pinched the inside of her palm as she stood up and walked back towards Ferb, her eyes squeezed as tight as they possibly could while she spoke to herself in her mind.
Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, you need to get a grip. This is Phineas Flynn, inventor extraordinaire and your boyfriend. Trust that whatever he's keeping from you, it's only because he cares about you and your feelings.
She leaned against the tree and looked at the red-head from afar, blowing her bangs from out of her face and running a hand through her raven locks. Without breaking her gaze, she crossed her arms and spoke her thoughts aloud.
"Ferb," she began, "I don't think this is working." She heard a snort, and she worked up the willpower to tear her eyes away from the red head and onto his step brother, who was currently rolling his eyes in exasperation. She shot him a glare, and then her gaze softened as she tried yet again.
"Maybe we're going about this in all the wrong way!" She said, sliding down the trunk and sitting next to Ferb, who looked at her inquisitively. "I mean, obviously just explaining what you two have built isn't doing any good, so –!"
"What do you suggest we do then, Isa?" He broke in sharply, his eyes meeting hers as he answered angrily. Isabella flinched slightly, shocked.
She tried to imagine it from his eyes; his best friend and step brother forgetting about him, his confusion like a blow to the chest. The young girl could just feel how frustrated and hurt Ferb was because of Phineas' refusal to remember. They had been doing everything with each other, every hour of every day, for the past fourteen years. It seemed unfair and extremely unlikely that all those moments had been yanked away like a jewelry heist.
"Maybe we need to try a different approach!" Isabella tried to cheer her best friend up in hopes that she diminish the defeated glint in his eyes.
"Well, what other way is there than trying to describe it to him?"
At those words, Isabella was brought back through time to the day before. With an evil glint in her eyes, she sprinted into the house, leaving Ferb both surprised and slightly perplexed as she threw open the sliding glass door and dashed inside. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Phineas turn towards him inquisitively. Turning his head towards the red head, he could only shrug his shoulders in reply to the teen's raised eyebrows.
Both Flynn-Fletcher's turned towards the chattering noise. There, in Isabella's outstretched hands, was Perry, who looked mildly annoyed to be caught in the middle of sneaking off for a mission. The brown fedora was still resting upon his head, and Isabella giggled a bit before laying the semi-aquatic mammal into the stunned amnesiac's lap.
It felt as though they were looking at a picture, Phineas staring, unblinking, into Perry's soft brown eyes. The only sounds to be heard were the occasional chirping of the robin that had made its home in the oak a couple of years prior. Isabella and Ferb let out a breath neither had known they were holding in as Phineas' hand twitched towards the blue fur.
It was the slightest motion, but all three teenagers, as well as the platypus, knew what was to come. At first, the fingers only hesitated in the air, trembling as though caught in an earthquake, and he bit his bottom lip uncertainly. Then, he dropped his hand, his gaze falling onto the ground.
The Mexican Jewish sighed and rocked back and forth slightly as she tried to restart her dimming heartbeat. Ferb, for his part, simply groaned and hit his head against the bark yet again. Neither felt the reassurance that they were hoping for, and both wanted to run into their bedrooms and cry themselves to sleep.
We consider every day a plus
To spend it with a Platypus
We're always so ecstatic
Cause he's semi aquatic
The two of them whipped their heads toward the young Flynn as they watched his lips move along with the lyrics from six years earlier. Phineas had his eyes on his platypus as he laughed a bit, his smile bigger than they had ever seen before.
Our Ornithorhynchus anatinus
Brings smiles to the both of us
Life's never fuddie duddy
With our webfooted buddy
Isabella squealed a bit and wrapped her hands around her boyfriend's wrist, pulling him up as Perry chattered joyously and jumped onto his owner's shoulders. Ferb watched in shock until he too began to laugh, his British voice turning American as he sang back up.
When we're brushing our teeth, It's better
Tying our shoes, It's better
Combing our hair, It's better
Like we're a cheese sandwich and he's the cheddar
Blinking our eyes, It's better
Breathing in and out, It's better
Sitting in a chair, It's better
And taking a bath is just a little bit wetter
Every day is such a dream
When you start it with a monotreme
He's duckbilled and he's beaver tailed and hairy
The group ran out the gate, their voices strong and proud as they sprinted down the street, their breath never once hitching as though they had never been running in the first place. Isabella simply helped out wherever she could, catching Perry as he slipped off of Phineas' back and nearly hit the concrete. Ferb fist bumped his step brother as they slowed to a stop ad began twirling, their arms outstretched.
Everything's better with Perry
(Everything's better with Perry)
everything's better with Perry
(Everything's better with Perry)
everything's better with Perry
(Everything's better with Perry)
Everything's better and we
Just want to tell you Perry
everything's better with you.
With the last words, Phineas scooped Perry up and hugged him tight, his laughter happier than it had been in the last twenty four hours. Perry purred as he nuzzled his owner in contentment, the group's happiness restored.
"Perry, I can't believe I forgot about you!" He exclaimed, his eyebrows furrowing as he finally took notice of the detective's hat. "Wait… what's that?" Isabella looked at him in confusion, until she finally noticed what he was staring at.
"Phineas, that song…" She stared at him with wide eyes until she finally found the right words to keep a single ounce of balance. "How much do you remember of the day you sang that song six years ago?" Ferb looked at her in shock as he realized what was happening.
"Well, I remember that it was Perry's five year anniversary of being with us, and I think there was something about us flying towards an apartment building that looked vaguely like Ferb's head, but after that it's filled mostly with black and red colours." At this, he eyes his two friends suspiciously, his voice cracking the slightest bit. "Why? Did something important happen that day that I can't remember?"
"Are you bloody kidding me?" Ferb nearly shrieked, his ample voice making Isabella jump. "Of course you should remember that day! That day, we found out Perry is –!"
" – Slightly allergic to bee stings and has to wear this hat to prevent any swelling from possibly occurring near his temple!" Isabella cut in, grabbing the Brit by the collar and dragging him behind a tree. She shot Phineas a dimple-filled smile as she shoved the boy roughly into the foliage. "Excuse us a second." Phineas' shocked and confused gaze was the last thing she saw before disappearing into the leaves herself.
"What are you doing?" Ferb cried, his voice reflecting his anger and hurt feelings at being so rudely pulled away from his conflicted step brother.
"What am I doing? What are you doing!" She hissed, slapping Ferb on the shoulder. His yelp of surprise brought her back to the present, and she sighed as she tried in a much calmer tone. "Look, as I was walking back to the car with the doctor, he told me that we had to try and keep extremely life-changing stuff from Phineas for the first couple of days. His brain can't handle having to try to make sense of what goes where; if he finds out Perry's a secret agent, he's going to try and figure out when he became one, and that could potentially cause him to slip into a traumatic-induced coma!"
"So, we keep this from him until he remembers it himself?" Ferb whispered, his jaw dropping in horror at the prospect of lying to his brother. At Isabella's nod, Ferb groaned and looked upwards into the tree. Isabella rolled her eyes before pulling him out of the tree, forcing up a smile as she walked towards her boyfriend, her best friend nursing his shoulder.
"Everything alright?" Phineas asked, his eyebrows raised yet again. The green haired boy and the young girl looked at each other before speaking at the same time, Isabella's fist connecting with Ferb's other shoulder at his reply.
"Absolutely!"
"Not at all."
NerdiGirl: Thanks for everything, as well as the advice. I noticed that as well, but I'll let you in on a little secret; I wrote all this last year, in the September of 2011! :S So it all sucks up until chapter 10, the one I'm working on right now. But I do appreciate you telling me, I've been using it! :D
PianoMan5: Man dude, I calculated SO MUCH. This story got so much background research on it done, you don't even know. ;) I love you and your reviews, have I ever told you that? They are awesome and make me happeh! :D
Bad Wolf and Timelords: Oddly enough I am too. XDDDD Thanks!
Guest: Haha, who are you, I have no idea! :O But I love your review, and yeah definitely! If you ever read any stories you think I'd like, I'll be glad to try em out! :D
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