My kitten is playing with a ball. It's cute. He wants attention…

Listen… About that typo from earlier… Uh, yeah. It wasn't 'your future selves', it was 'your past selves'. Sorry.

"Oh… Hey, Ferb," said Phineas.

"Where were you?" asked Ferb.

"Um… Nowhere."

"Nowhere?" Ferb raised an eyebrow. "It's impossible to be nowhere. And you weren't here. So where were you?"

"We were all…" Phineas sighed. "You might not believe me if I told you without proof. But REALLY soon I'll show you. Okay?"

Ferb sighed, nodding.

"So… What'd you do today?" asked Phineas.

"Not much," answered Ferb.

"GOOD!" Candace called from the kitchen.

0-0-0

F and Baljeet were in the data room of the Agency, scanning over information. They had been at it all night, and were getting close to nowhere. All the files said that she did in fact live where they had originally thought. Which meant that they had wasted much-needed time.

At this point Perry walked in, in jeans and a long-sleeved t shirt, apparently well again, even after just a day. F took notice of this.

"Up so soon?" he asked. "Did you have help?"

Perry nodded. He produced a small bottle of blue pills, and tossed them to F.

"You don't really need these any more, do you?" asked Baljeet, leaning over the back of his chair lazily.

Perry shook his head, pointing at a note taped to the bottle that read 'Just in case', written in his own perfect handwriting.

"That reminds me," said Baljeet. "How is it with the Phineas thing?"

"Don't know," F replied. "Why?"

"The computer here says that it is the third."

F shoved him aside, frantically grabbing the computer screen to read the date on the bottom right-hand side. "Damn it…!" He stood up. "We have to find them. NOW!"

Perry nodded, standing up as well.

"Baljeet, STAY HERE." Baljeet nodded.

The two ran like madmen until they reached Perry's car.

"Damnit damnit damnit….."

Perry looked at F as if to ask, Where are we going?

"I…" F ran a frustrated hand through his bangs. "Let's see… Right before the accident, we…"

0-0-0

Phineas Flynn was now stacking his chicken nuggets into a little tower. His brother watched him for a short while, then, using his thumb and index finger, flicked the tower, knocking it down.

Phineas stared at him, mouth agape. "You killed it!"

Ferb made a slight, catlike grin.

"This is kind of boring," he stated.

"I know," Phineas agreed. "But we still haven't decided what else we want to do today."

Ferb gestured to the city around him.

Phineas sighed. "I know. But… We usually turn days like today into something… you know… logic defying."

"Exactly. We usually do." Ferb leaned back in his chair, then looked over at his brother. "Just doing things differently is enough to be logic-defying, correct?"

Phineas sighed, nodding. "I guess so." His phone started to ring. "Hello?"

"Phineas." The voice belonged to F. Its tone was urgent. "Where are you?"

"We're in town," Phineas answered. "Why?"

F sighed heavily, as if calming himself, and mumbled something like a curse under his breath. "Phineas, listen to me. Are you listening?"

"I am."

"Don't ask why… But if anything happens today, ANYTHING… I want you to save yourself. Don't worry about what happens to me. Do you understand?"

"W… What?"

"Yes or no, Phineas?"

"I…" He swallowed hard. "Yes. I do, but…"

Click.

Despite being hyperactive and slightly ADD, Phineas was extremely bright. He knew exactly what was going on. His brother was trying to warn him, without scaring him, not to sacrifice himself in some kind of tragic accident.

This was supposed to be the date of his death.

In any other case, the warning would have been helpful. In any other case, he wouldn't have been so afraid, so devastated.

But in this case…

… his survival meant that Ferb would die.

Phineas sat there in complete shock, shaking, with wide eyes.

"Who was it?" asked Ferb.

"B… Buford," he stammered.

Ferb raised an eyebrow. "Did he say something to upset you?"

Phineas shook his head. "N-no…"

"Then what's wrong?"

"My…" Phineas fought hard for an excuse. "My head… really hurts."

"Hmm." Ferb felt his brother's forehead. "You don't have a fever… Want me to take you home?"

Phineas nodded. Of course he wanted to go home. Home was safe. Home meant that neither of them had to get hurt.

0-0-0

Doofenshmirtz threw his arms into the air with glee. "Yes! It is finally finished!"

He pressed a button, sending his invention into the city. Sure, it took out the nearest wall on its way. But he figured that with complete rule over the world, he would be able to replace it ten times.

0-0-0

Phineas's mind was clouded with too many signals from too many places. He looked up at his older sibling, thinking about how he was the only one to really understand him. He thought about how much he loved and looked up to him.

He also thought about how much the feeling was returned. He considered how much he didn't want Ferb to have to go through the pain of losing him. But he didn't want to have to go through the pain of losing Ferb either.

Phineas didn't want to die. But… Life without Ferb would be death.

Apparently, his misery was more than obvious. "You don't look well," said Ferb. "Are you alright?"

Phineas nodded, though far from it.

"I can carry you."

"No… That's okay."

Phineas was now faced with the ultimate decision: his life, or the life of the person who meant the most to him.

Which would you choose?

Dun dun dun!

Sorry…. Woulda updated earlier, but was delayed. Thanks to friggin Miku Hatsune! DX (lol)