After Amnesia Ch. 3
Author's note: SURPRISE. I didn't really even expect to do more of these, but they're pretty fun. This one is Ferb and Perry family moments, which I know doesn't go along with my PhineasxIsabella thing but I really don't care. Thank you everyone who has favorited and thank you SO MUCH to the reviewers! I love reviews!
I don't own Phineas and Ferb. Obviously.
Perry crept down the hallway of the Flynn-Fletcher home. It was a calm quiet night; the only sounds were of an occasional car driving by or Lawrence's snoring. It was nights like this that he loved. It was his mini vacation from the chaotic happenings of the day.
He tiptoed his way downstairs, looking left and right and donning his fedora silently. Sometimes the most nerve wracking moments were the ones including him simply walking through his home on two feet.
He perched himself on top of the couch, back against the wall for balance. He was a bit tired, after all. He eyed the side framing of the mirror, reaching out to push the barely visible button...
Someone was coming down the stairs.
In a flash he was hatless and mindless, situating himself in what he hoped looked like a comfortable position on the couch. He waited as the steps got closer, closer. Who could be up at this time?
Ferb stepped down the last stair quietly, careful not to disturb the sacred silence that came over the Flynn-Fletcher family at night. He really did like the energy everyone had during the day, but he was also glad they could rest a little.
He shuffled his feet slightly as he made his way to the kitchen. He had secretly been waking up in the middle of the night thanks to dreams that he would never remember. It was an easy trend to get used to, and he found that milk or water (or a TINY piece of a cookie that no one would miss) helped ease his slumbers throughout the rest of the night. Silent as a feather, the boy broke a piece off of his mothers chocolate chip cookies and set the rest back on the plate. He made his way out into the living room to find-
Perry looked at Ferb. At least, in the not-really-looking kind of way. The boys green hair was ruffled more than usual. He had slight bags under his wide eyes and was carrying a cookie. He was also sporting a look that looked completely shocked. And guilty.
Perry knew that Ferb wouldn't do anything without a reason. And he was fully aware of the boys sleeping problems since the insane fiasco weeks ago. So he wasn't about to let Ferb know that he was disappointed in him or anything. And hey, he was a kid. Some childhoods just aren't complete until you steal a cookie from the kitchen.
Ferb however, was not thinking the same, and continued to stare at Perry. He was still a little shocked. It didn't matter that Perry was a mindless animal, he was family. Which meant Ferb had been caught.
After several moments of the heavily awkward guilt trip of silence, Ferb sighed, turned around, went back into the kitchen, and put the cookie down. He returned to the entrance of the living room, showing his empty hands to Perry, still perched on the couch. He chattered as quietly as possible to show his satisfaction with the boys choices.
Ferb stopped mid jazz hands to look at the scene before him.
Perry.
The mirror...
Something that felt like heavy deja- vu washed over him. He could hear a distant beeping noise. He reached out desperately for any memory.
...Nothing.
Perry noticed the thoughtful gaze that had taken over Ferb as he looked at the mirror, causing Perry's heart rate to rise to alarming rates. Please don't remember please don't remember please don't remember...
Ferb shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. Perry wanted to sigh. Ferb walked over and picked him up, setting him on his lap and scratching the Platypus' head softly. Perry closed his eyes and relaxed, letting himself go at ease once more. After a couple minutes he looked up at his owner, who had begun to doze off. Ferb noticed his pet's reaction and continued petting, a knowing smirk on his drowsy face.
Perry's eyes widened a little. What was that look Ferb just gave him? The boy put him down gently on the couch, standing up and shuffling back to the stairs. Perry sat still until he heard the door shut quietly up above.
Perry sat up boltright, eyes wide and heart pacing. What was that smile? What was that for? It was too subtle, too knowing, what was up with that smile?
He let himself calm down. Eventually, he clicked the button on the side of the mirror, slipping in and allowing the chute to suck him through, the mirror covering the hole behind him once more.
He plummeted to the chair, seating himself perfectly. Immediately he withdrew his hat and pulled out what he'd been itching to see all day.
The pictures. Of the best day ever.
He smiled. Everything is OK.
