Chapter 11- The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up

YES! FINALLY! THIS CHAPTER! I have been waiting to write this chapter ever since I thought of this story! EEEEK!...

Sorry it took so long! I've been working on it all week, but I had finals and regents to study for so I couldn't finish it until now. But hey, I finally posted it! :-)

Answers to reviews:

Cute as a button22: Nope! I guess you'll just have to keep reading to find out!

woodland5: Uh... okay! XD

14AmyChan: Lol! I actually can't wait to introduce Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader! (Now that's gonna be a funny chapter...) But no, Phineas isn't Prince Phillip. :-( I think I've said before that Phineas isn't going to be an actual fairytale character... I wonder how many people remembered...

PianoMan5: Trust me, I won't! But yes... poor Izzy. :-(

Axis22: The oracle? Nope, the oracle's a girl. Nice try though!

Galaxina-the-Seedrian: Don't worry! Phineas is gonna be one of the main characters again soon! I'm actually counting down the chapters until his reappearance! Here's the next chapter for ya!

thedoraemons7: Umm... thank you?

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Isabella shot up with a gasp as she took in her surroundings. Wiping a bead of sweat trickling down her face, she furiously blinked her eyes in an attempt to adjust to the lack of light in the room. Taking a final scan of the area around her, she realized that she was still at the dwarf's cabin.

'It was only a dream. Just a dream.' The girl let out a sigh of relief and buried herself under the covers once more. 'It was only a dream.'

Little did she know- it was so much more.

"Ah yes," a tall man with blond hair said as he took another sip of his tea, "What a fine lad he'll turn out to be. I can already see his potential."

The other blond sitting across from him had finished stirring her own drink and answered, "Yes. He'll grow up to be the best of them all."

Unbeknownst to them, a little boy, no more than the age of seven, happened to be eavesdropping. Opening the door just a little more, the blond child pressed his small ear against the tiny opening in order to hear his parents better.

"When he becomes of age, I'll send him away to boarding school. Then straight off to the London University."

His wife nodded in agreement and poured herself another cup of tea.

"Naturally, he'll follow in my footsteps. I can see he'll be an excellent lawyer. He's got the right spirit-"

The rest of what his father had said the boy did not hear, for he had pulled away from the door in shock. His own parents were discussing his future without him. They were going to ship him off to some fancy, stuck-up school, and then expect him to return in order to go to another school to become a lawyer.

Did they ask him what he wanted to be? Where he wanted to learn? How he wanted to spend his life?

No. No they didn't.

His parents had went ahead and planned out his future for him. Without asking him. Without even telling him.

Tears began to form in his eyes as determination surged through him. Not even giving it a second thought, the little boy ran back up to his room and jumped out his window into the cold night.

The bitter wind seeped through his thin clothes, causing the boy to shiver uncontrollably. Not recognizing the foreign trees around him, the boy had began to grow desperate as the night drew on.

His bare feet trudged through the muddy ground as he continuously wiped his runny nose against his sleeve. Feeling as if he would collapse, the boy slumped against the nearest tree and let gravity slowly pull him down.

Not being able to hold it in any longer, he stuffed his face into his hands and let tears fall carelessly. Hugging his knees close, the scared child started to slowly rock himself back and forth, as a way of comforting himself.

Being so consumed with his current dilemma, he did not notice a small, yellow sparkling light cautiously approach him. It circled around him a few times, inspecting him closely, while at the same time leaving a trail of yellow 'dust' behind itself.

Detecting another's presence, the boy hastily wiped his cheeks and looked up, only to find himself face to face with a miniature flying girl. He squinted his bloodshot eyes to observe her more closely.

She was wearing a sky blue dress with dark violet flats, and her curly blond hair was up in two pigtails held up by blue bow ties. She was emitting a bright glow and the small wings upon her back seemed to be shedding sparkles.

The boy swallowed back a sob as he choked out, "W-Who are you?"

The tiny girl replied with the faint sound of a bell.

"T-Tinkerbell... Is that your name?"

She nodded enthusiastically, quite surprised that a human could understand her.

The boy smiled slightly, "Well Tink, my name's Peter."

"Yahooo!" A blond boy shouted as he soared across the sky. "Hey Tink! I think I finally got this flying thing down!"

A tiny yellow girl flew up to him and smiled proudly as she flashed him two thumbs up.

"You know what that means?" he asked her, "I can go home!"

The smile faded off the fairy's lips as she attempted to tell the boy something.

He seemed not to hear her and instead took off, yelling back, "Come on Tink! It's this way!" Tinkerbell bit her lip in worry, and hesitantly flew after him.

After flying for several minutes, the boy came to a gradual stop in front of a familiar large house, and a victorious grin grew upon his face. Quietly rushing over to his bedroom window, he peered inside to see if anyone was in there. Seeing nobody in sight, he slowly began to open the window, only to be stopped by the sound of a voice coming from the hallway.

Panicking, he closed it back, and bent down so that only the top of his head was visible.

He saw his mother walk in his room. He was just about to throw open the window and shout 'Mom! I'm back!', until he saw what was in his mother's arms.

His face turned pale and his breath hitched in his throat as his mother made silly faces at the baby she was holding, and began to rock it to sleep.

Reality hit him like a brick.

His mother had replaced him. They had replaced him. They had forgotten about him...

Peter turned away, unable to watch. Tinkerbell jingled in sadness for her companion.

"Tink..." he looked up at her with tears forming in his eyes, "H-how long have I been gone?"

"Curse you Perry the Crocopus-!" A middle-aged man in his high-forties with a large pointy crooked nose, messy brown hair and a noticable slouch, shouted into the heavens only to be cut off by the exploding of a cannon.

As the now covered-in-ash man waved his hands in the air frantically to clear away the smoke, a large wooden looking 'human' made his way over to the other.

"Another failed invention, sir?" The giant wood man bluntly asked.

The man let out several coughs before vowing, "Just you wait Perry the Crocopus. Just you wait! One day, I'll get you. You, and that no good brat Peter Pan! And then, at last, I will finally be the ruler of all of Neverland!... But now I think I'm going to go take a nap..."

"But dad-"

"Norm, how many times do I have to tell you?! I. Am. Not. Your. Father! You're not even real! You are made out of WOOD! WOOD!"

As the Captain stormed off to his quarters, the wooden man began to mumble, "If only I were a real boy. Perhaps then he would take me in as his son..."

Two guards in metal armor burst into a large dark room, gripping a young red-head boy by his arms.

"Let me go!" he repeatedly shouted, struggling to escape from the strange men who have suddenly dragged him to an eerie looking mansion.

The men stopped in front of a throne and one of them said, "Your highness, we have brought the boy."

Phineas could not see the person sitting on the black throne, but the horrid noise that came out from her mouth was enough to give him an image of what she looked like. "Good. Throw him into the dungeons."

Phineas' eyes widened as the guards began to forcefully push him to the left. "No! Let go of me! Let go!" Though no matter how much he screamed, kicked and struggled, it was absolutely useless.

Oh God. This chapter. Is. So. Freaking. LONG! My fingers hurt after typing for so long!

Anyways... YAY! The Guessing game's back! I made this chapter super easy! Even though there are a lot of characters introduced, they all come from the same story (except for Norm- he's a character from two fairytales). Some are really obvious, others just a little obvious. Your job is match the correct Phineas and Ferb character with the correct fairytale character!

If you get them all right, you get a virtual cookie! XD

So review!