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This Suggestion comes from Flying Liberty as well as the idea of Eliza being an RAF pilot. The rewrite couldn't have been done without his help.

Pairing: Ferb/Eliza (Family)

Word(s): Tea, Dogfights and Hair

Twenty-one year old Ferb Fletcher pushed his overgrown green hair out of his eyes so he could get a better look at his twenty-seven year old cousin sitting across from him. Eliza Fletcher had a stubborn streak that was born of her having five younger brothers.

"So Ferb what have you been up to lately?" Eliza inquired with a small smile.

"College. What about you? I did hear you are one of the best pilots in the Royal Air Force," Ferb responded.

"It's great. I love that feeling of being in the air," Eliza replied as she took a sip of the Earl Grey tea that had been placed on the table. Her etiquette never failed to amaze Ferb. The reserve his cousin displayed now made it hard to believe she was actually a fighter pilot.

Ferb puffed a bit of his green hair out of his face before he too picked up his tea. As she watched her cousin battle with his hair and tea, she chuckled lightly.

"Ferb, you need a haircut," Eliza stated simply as she set the tea back down on its saucer without so much as a clink.

"Two problems with that Eliza. One, I haven't really had time, and Two, the last time I let someone cut my hair, it took six months to grow back," Ferb replied.

Eliza stifled a chuckle. She knew how that was, there had been a time when one of the Beckhams had shaved one of the Peles head while they were sleeping.

"So who did it?" Eliza inquired, shifting slightly and causing her flight suit to rub against itself.

"I lost a bet with Buford," Ferb mumbled, sliding down in his chair. His heavy Oxford jacket protecting from the blast of cold air as someone entered the small, little known cafe.

"Alright then," Eliza commented, not wanting to know anymore than that.

"It's rare that you and I get a chance to talk anymore, Eliza," Ferb noted.

"But it's pleasant, nonetheless," Eliza pointed out, "Between both our schedules it's very difficult to catch one another on free time now isn't it?"

"Yes it is," Ferb agreed with a nod. "By the way, come after graduation. There are going to be a few things happening in Danville, if Candace hadn't already told you."

"That quickly? I'd thought that'd they would at least wait a year," Eliza commented, failing to hide her surprise.

"That's what Mum and dad tried telling him but he's adamant on it, he can be stubborn at times," Ferb said with a slight shrug as he took another sip out of his still hot but rapidly cooling tea.

"Well I hope they know what they're doing," Eliza mused.

"All pleasantries aside Eliza, how are things going in your chosen career?" Ferb inquired with a knowing smirk.

"Great, aside from that training incident last week," Eliza responded with that familiar stupid grin that exposed her passion for flying.

"What happened?" inquired Ferb, his eyebrows raised considerably.

The woman explained. "I had a little close call with a Navy fighter jet during the exercise. I was supposed to engage one of their F-35s with my Typhoon in a mock turning fight, but on maybe our sixth pass we came a little too close and nearly clipped each other.

"If we hadn't spotted each other the moment we did both of us would have been falling towards the coastline in burning wrecks the next."

"Oh my," was all her cousin could say.

"But it was his fault anyway for leading me into that cloudbank. I swear, those Navy pilots are just outright bonkers."

Ferb's expression blanked as Eliza raised the tea to her lips, sipping gently before placing the cup on its saucer as gently as she always did. It was news such as this that reminded him of the constant dangers his cousin faced in her career, and he both enjoyed and hated the thought of it.

From seemingly out of nowhere a muffled beeping sound made the two stir in their seats. Ferb pulled out his mobile phone and sighed.

"Well I have to get back to class for my final exams," he said as he stood up to pay for his tea.

"That's a right shame," Eliza commented, standing up as well and checking the time on her own phone. She tucked it away with a sigh and smiled at her cousin.

"Well we were saved by your alarm Ferb. I have to get to back to the base by 1500 to do some training runs with the new guys," Eliza stated, as she paid for her tea and the two left the shop.

"Show them why you're the best," Ferb said with a smile.

"Always, dear cousin," Eliza returned.

At that, the Fletchers parted ways, minds set on the tasks that awaited them. But one thing bothered Ferb. For a moment he stopped and turned to take one more glance at Eliza as she retreated, his smile significantly weakened.

He felt so much pride in her having made it to where she was now in the Royal Air Force and even admired her for the one of a kind personality that had gotten her there. But at the same time he was terrified of losing her, and knew well how quickly it could happen.

"Stay safe," he whispered quietly before going his own way.

This one was fun. And like I said the whole Eliza being a fighter pilot is Flying Liberty's Idea. If you're bothered by it, complain to him, not to me. Hope you enjoyed. Flames will be used to melt the snow on Mount Everest.