~Just a Dream~
A Phineas and Ferb fanfiction
Written by urhairsmellsnice
Rated T for abusive themes towards children
The Flynn-Fletcher Family and the Shapiros belong to Disney corp.
Well this is my take on why Ferb is so quiet and what his past was like while revolving around Ferb this will go into the back stories of the whole family.
I hope you enjoy the story, it won't be too sad or gruesome or anything XP

~Prologue~

"No, please don't hurt me!" Ferb cried out, begging.

"I wish you were never born, you filth," the man shouted back at him breathing the scent of whisky into Ferb's face. The boy whimpered, pushing himself into the corner, wishing he could simply melt into it and never feel pain again. He screamed as the man advanced towards him. Why wouldn't someone help him?

The man lifted his bottle over his head, eyes glaring with pure hatred into Ferb's soul.

"No!" Came the shout of a certain green haired boy as he awoke to find himself tangled among his sheets. Glancing to his right he saw the comforting lump of his step-brother buried under his blankets, snoring quite obnoxiously. Ferb sighed, it was a dream; just a dream. There was no way it couldn't be more than a dream – a mere nightmare.

He turned onto his back staring up at the ceiling that he and Phineas had made to look like the stars. There'd been a hole in him ever since he could remember, he'd tried to fill it with all the amazing thing he could do. A man of action, they called him, his actions could fill inside him what words couldn't. Words were empty.

He'd often gaze at the stars and wonder if that what he was, a sparkling light, beautiful, silent, individual, but people never see him in real time, never know what he really is, and eventually, he'd be gone, the light collapsed and given over to the hole that had been eating away at him so long and it could take a lifetime for everyone else to notice. Even after a trip to the stars he hadn't filled that hole, but he still felt one with them. Misunderstood, but great, if only people would stop to realize it. Though now he was starting to doubt his greatness. What were these nightmares he kept having?

Totally off my rocker, he thought to himself with a sigh. Phineas was great and all, but there were some things his brother couldn't understand, Isabella was a great help for a few of those… But the stars were his other best friends. They understood him. He took one last look at the ceiling and turned on his side. The sad thing was, these stars weren't even real.
Maybe neither was he.

~ End Prologue~

~Chapter One~

"Krrrrrrrr," Ferb awoke once again to the sound of Perry, lying contentedly on his stomach.

"Hey there, little fellow," Ferb said as Perry flipped over so he could scratch his belly. Ferb obligingly scratched the pet and mumbled under his breath "So, Ferb, whatcha wanna do today?"

"So, Ferb, whatcha wanna do today?" Asked Phineas, from the bathroom where he was carefully examining his upper lip for any trace of hair. Ferb shrugged in response, tucking Perry under his arm and getting out of bed, shaking his hair into its usual messy arrangement. "Ferb?" Phineas questioned, waiting for an actual response.

"Perhaps a moustache growth enhancer," Ferb quipped, "I do believe I'd look quite dashing in one."

"Not as dashing as Perry!" Phineas announced, whisking Perry from Ferb's arms. "Isn't that right, boy?"

Ferb grinned at his step-brother's easy way and real laughter, wishing he could be like that. "But seriously, bro… Do you think Isabella likes moustaches?" Phineas asked putting a finger above his lips with a curly moustache drawn on it.

Ferb grinned wider at the hilarity of Isabella and Phineas' relationship. She had made him promise not to tell Phineas she liked him, and Phineas had made him promise not to tell Isabella he liked her. He found the whole thing rather immature, but funny just the same. Vanessa was the only girl that could turn his head like that, and she was five years older – nineteen – which made her unattainable for a fourteen year old like him. Phineas had gotten his shorts on but was still rifling through his drawers for a shirt, tossing many white shirts with orange stripes behind him. Ferb, on the other hand, was still in his pajamas but pulled his usual outfit from the trunk at the end of his bed and methodically put it on.
"Why don't you just ask her?" He asked, as if it were an obvious solution to the problem, which it was, but apparently his brother had different ideas.

"Ask her? Why that would be… be impossible, impractical, unreasonable, not viable, unrealistic, it wouldn't work, irrational even, unfeasible, unachie—" Ferb silently wondered how long Phineas would go on his diatribe of syllables. "I just couldn't do it, man," Phineas finally finished with a giant gulp of air.

"Would you rather I do it?" Ferb suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"You do it… Yeah, you do it!" Phineas exclaimed "Ferb you're brilliant, impeccable, amazing, genius, you're a romantic mastermind! I know what we're gonna do today!" With that, the train wreck of the two brothers ran out the door, shoe laces untied and orange shirt with white stripes half on, sprinted down the hall way and slid down the banister.

Ferb rolled his eyes good naturedly, speculating what it was like to have that much energy. Following his brother down to the kitchen, at a much slower pace, he let that blank face he kept in front of everyone but Phineas slide over him like a mask.

At the breakfast table Phineas was bouncing with energy, ready to take on the challenges of the day and grilling Lawrence on the benefits of a moustache. Ferb recalled his father having a moustache at some point when he was much, much younger and looked up in confusion when Lawrence good naturedly told his step-son that though he had never kept a full moustache Gramp seemed to fully enjoy his. Phineas accepted this as a plausible answer and went on munching his cereal; Ferb, however, stared off into space, resolving to find some of his old baby pictures with his father and prove he indeed had once had a moustache.

"Boys! Isabella's here," Their mother called from the living room. Phineas bounced once more then tensed up, holding his breath, to calm himself down.

"Hey Bells," He called coolly just before the girl next door walked into their kitchen

"Hey Phin," Isabella beamed at his usage of the nickname, "Hey Ferb." She added almost as an afterthought. Ferb nodded his greeting and one of the corners of his mouth flicked up in a half smile before falling back under the mask. Isabella smiled at him then went back to ogling at Phineas, "Whatcha doooin'?"

"Just eating breakfast, you want som-" Phineas broke off as Isabella entered the room, a girl just behind her, "Who's your friend?"

Ferb, who had his back to the door, turned around curiously, a new fireside girl, perhaps? His eyes widened at the girl behind his friend, her hair was brown and wavy decorated with a blue flower in it, her face held a distinct resemblance to Isabella's but slightly more angular, her tan told him she hadn't been in the Tri-State Area long. Her arms were folded against her chest in a protective stance, as if she didn't want anyone to see bright green blouse she wore. Her eyes darted around the room as if looking for a way out and finally rested on Ferb, whom she looked at appraisingly.

"Oh yeah, guys this is my cousin, Gabriella," Said Isabella, "Brie, this is Phineas, and this is Ferb."

Brie lifted her arm slightly to wave a hello, and smiled slightly. "Hi guys,"

"Brie's staying with us because…" Isabella trailed off and she looked thoughtfully at Brie, "Well she's just staying with us a while."

"Family stuff," said the girl, reminding Isabella why she was there

"Oh yeah, right."

Ferb was the first to stand up and Phineas soon followed suit.
"Well Brie, you can expect a summer full of fun an majesty," Said Phineas dramatically, making a rainbow shaped gesture with her hands. "Right, Bells?" Phineas asked making Isabella giggle
"Right," she grinned.

Ferb stepped up and shook her hand, "Welcome to Danville, Brie, it's nice to meet you. He looked into her eyes, exactly like Isabella's, maybe that's what was so pretty about her.

"So, Ferb, whatcha wanna do today?" Asked Phineas, Ferb rolled his eyes knowing this was the second time of many of that question he'd hear today. He also knew it was a cover story of what his brother truly wanted him to do that day.

"Why don't we show Gabriella the ropes of the Tri-State Area" He suggested in his usual monotone.

"Great idea, Ferb!" Isabella exclaimed, like she was surprised he got those.

He sighed inwardly now you notice me, he thought to himself.

A/N So this is my first Phineas and Ferb fic in 2 or 3 years, and my 2nd fic in about a year... Yeah. So comments, questions, suggestions, criteques? You hate it? Please tell me, cause I'm not sure about this at the moment. This whole thing is gonna be pretty dramatic. Can you imagine what poor little Ferb goes through on a daily basis, probably in love with Isabella, living forever in the shadow of his more outgoing brother... Sniff sniff. Anyway review and tell me what you think.