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There was nothing he could do. No way to change it, no way to erase the past. To change his future so it included Ferb. He just had to, even thought it seemed impossible. They made a time machine once. He could change the past, but not without Ferb. He'd need some help. Five years later, Phineas still hadn't gotten over Ferb's death.

And he was finding every way to make it work. Phineas tried serums on dead animals to see if they'd come back to life. He tried rays of light. Sound waves. Anything, anything! There never was an end to it. Phineas was lost in the sea of eternal madness. Trying to fix what's been done to him.

Nothing seemed to work, until he called her. " Watch ya doing." Sang the cheery voice on the phone. It was Isabella, Phineas chuckled at this. "Just like when we were kids, eh?" "Well you called! What do you need?" "I need help rounding up the old gang, and having them meet in my back yard." " I can do that, but why?" Phineas wasn't prepared for that question. "Just need it." Isabella knew what he meant. Everyone was able to move on, but Phineas wasn't whole anymore, not without Ferb. He probably needed the support.

Isabella was right in some way. Phineas did need the support. He wasn't whole without his brother. But that's not why he asked her to find the gang. No, it was something else.

Everyone arrived in his backyard, Phineas hoped they would understand. "Just like old times?" "Where's Phineas?" "I'm here!" He said as he walked through the back door. Everyone smiled it had been awhile since they'd seen him. That was because their lives took off, and Phineas hid for a year.

"I bet you want to know why you were all called here. Well, we all miss Ferb, and I though this would be a nice way to send him off. For me that is. To me, he's still in our bedroom, talking to me, and helping me through." It was hard to ignore Phineas' connection to Ferb. So no one questioned the activity they'd be doing. " Hey Ferb! Oh." Isabella looked at him with sad eyes. It had been forever since he'd gotten to say that. Even with Ferb.

"Sorry, force of habit." Faint smiles were littered on the yard, no one knew if they should smile or comfort Phineas. "Alright, let's go through the briefing."

"Another time machine?" "Why? What are you planning Phineas?" He blushed when they said these and other things. No way Baljeet was going to let him, no messy with time.

Oh, but it wasn't about the fabric of time, it was about Ferb. It was about fixing what was done to his heart. Putting back the piece of his soul that had been so rudely taken.

It took longer that expected, and they all knew it was because Ferb wasn't there. And it didn't help that Phineas realized it, and had to leave in tears. He came back later with a fake smile and red eyes. And they took out time to give him a group hug. "Its been five years, why so sad?" That was one of the fireside girls, she could see what it was about. Smart girl.

"Its not about the time it happened. You do remember I spent a year not speaking at all, right?" Laughter erupted in the backyard, and Phineas even laughed, all of them would swear he hadn't laughed since Ferb died.

Phineas took a few steps back to look at the finished product. A small smile grew on his face, it had been a while. Even while he smiled, Phineas turned around and looked at Ferb's window, starting to cry. Tears of joy this time. But just to be sure, Isabella walked over and gave him a kiss on the lips.

His eyes shot wide open before he picked her up and spun her around. "Look away! Look away!" Beuford obviously didn't want to look, or anyone else for that matter.

"Can we test already!?" Beuford again, no doubt he was done waiting for their kiss to end. "Alright!" Phineas said most of them had to stay, he and Isabella was coming with him. "Good luck love birds!" "Save Ferb!" Phineas was proud they came to help, and they supported him.

With a flip of a switch, they were moving back through time. Five years ago to the day Ferb was murdered. Fear struck Phineas in the face, with anticipation in the mix. He had one shot to get this right, but that was all he needed.