I do not own, nor make any money from writing these stories. I simply take the characters, so cleverly created, put them in a bunch of situations, then leave them looking a little worse for wear.

This is my first Phineas and Ferb story. They're characters were certainly different to play around with. I actually found Ferb, my favourite, the hardest to write dialogue for.

Odd.

Without further ado…

FEVER

The alarm rang at seven o'clock, waking Phineas, like it did every morning. He stretched and reached behind him to grasp the pillow he had slept on. With little aim, the pillow went sailing and smacked his brother in the face. With a big grin, the sixteen year old sat upright and look over, but Ferb remained sleeping.

Crawling out of the covers, Phineas went over to his bedside and shook his shoulder.

"Hey Ferb, time to get up."

Ferb didn't stir.

Shaking a little harder, Phineas got louder, "hey Ferb, get up."

Groggy blue eyes peered back at him from under heavy lids.

The grin was back on Phineas' face, "tired from yesterday?"

They had started a snowball fight that had included most of the town. It had been amazing. Buford had created a small army against Phineas and his brother. The Flynn/Fletcher brothers had been victorious, but they had both arrived at home soaking wet and red-faced.

As Ferb was swinging his feet over the edge of his bed, their mother poked her head into the room, "Your father and I are leaving to go pick up Grandma and Grandpa Fletcher from the airport."

Linda leaned further into the room, looking at her sons, "you two behave for your sister."

"Okay Mom."

Closing the door, Linda made her way down the stairs, where Lawrence was waiting for her.

"Candace?"

"Hmm," her head popped out from behind the head of the couch in the living room.

"Your father and I are going now; look out for your brothers."

"Be safe, they're calling for a huge snow storm."

"I hope that doesn't interfere with their arrival time."

"It looks like it's already started," Lawrence stated, standing on the landing outside the house, watching all the snow falling so early in the morning.

"Well talking about relaxation, I'm gonna go see what my pesky brothers are doing. It's quiet, too quiet. Yeah, see you later Stacey."

Walking downstairs, into the living room, she saw a tuft of red hair sticking up behind the couch. Leaning over, she saw both her brothers lying on the couch, with steaming mugs on cocoa in front of them.

"What are you two doing?"

"We're just watching Christmas specials. We had tons of fun yesterday; we thought we would relax today."

"…then I'll call Mom and bust you both, wait what?"

She looked down to her brothers, then to the television, "really? You're not gonna build anything? You're not going to make a ridiculously large amount of noise, and have the entire city in our backyard, having a great time until moments before Mom arrives to have it all disappear?"

"Nah, we did that yesterday, and besides, Ferb is kinda tired today."

Stealing a glance towards the green haired boy, she saw he was buried under a blanket and curled into a ball, fast asleep.

"Is Ferb okay?"

"Yeah, he said he was fine, just tired."

Nodding, Candace had to admit that she even had fun yesterday with the town sized snowball fight. She walked over to the reclining chair; she joined her little brothers in watching the festive specials.

'Not so little anymore,' she amended, looking back over the duo.

Both were sixteen and it seemed every time Candace came back to town to visit from university, they were even taller and broader than last. Ferb had reached a whopping six-foot three, but had remained long limbed and lanky. Shifting her gaze to Phineas, he had filled out more like their biological father. Just a little shorter than Ferb but he had bulked up a bit. Candace chuckled to herself and looked back to the television screen. Phineas had finally grown into his triangular head and she knew for certain that Isabella liked the muscles Phineas had developed over the last couple years.

"It's really coming down hard out there."

Her brother's voice broke her out of reverie, and she looked out the window. The sky was a dark, gloomy grey, but the sky was filled with snow, and the roads were covered in white sheets.

"That's crazy. I hope Mom and Dad are going to be able to get home safely."

Shaking his head, Phineas glanced at his sister, "I wonder if Grandma and Grandpa's plane is going to be able to land. I don't think I've ever seen it snow so much in one go before."

"Yeah, me neither."

Ferb stirred on the couch and opened his eyes.

"Finally sleepy head. I thought you'd sleep all day."

A little smile crossed his face and he snuggled into the blankets.

"Hey, you just woke up, don't go back asleep!"

Laughing he pinched Ferb's side, making the green haired boy squirm and try to shove his hands away.

"I don't think so," moving closer Phineas used both hands, squeezing Ferb's ribs making him chuckle and pull away.

"Get his feet Candace!"

Candace pounced, tickling Ferb's sock covered toes. His eyes got wide and he started to squirm harder, trying to escape his two siblings.

"Tell me you surrender and then we'll stop!"

Ferb shook his head, doubling his efforts of escape, with no avail.

"Okay, okay, I give in!"

They both released him, and he pulled himself into a little ball glaring at them.

Phineas and Candace looked at each other and then laughed.

Phineas had tears in his eyes and Ferb scoffed, "well, I'm glad I could provide so much entertainment," a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Yeah, but while your awake, we should probably go shovel the driveway before Mom and Dad get home."

Opening the door while zipping up their coats, Phineas took a couple of steps outside.

"Wow!"

The snow was already up to mid thighs.

"This is going to take a while."

The boys had been outside for a while, and every time she looked out the window, it didn't look like they had done much work on the driveway.

She could hear her cellphone ringing in the kitchen, and took one last look at her brothers before grabbing it.

"Hello?"

"Candace? How are you guys?"

"Mom, we're fine. Where are you guys?"

"We're still at the airport, the plane was delayed, now they're saying they might turn around and go land somewhere where the snow isn't so bad."

"Oh, that's terrible!"

"That and they've made public announcement to stay off the highways. The plow trucks are getting stuck and hung up with the amount of snow."

"Well, drive safe and call before you leave."

With a snap of the phone, the conversation ended.

A shiver ran up her spine. It felt like something was happening. Something brother related.

"Then tomorrow I'm thinking that we'll try those double bed sleds again, but revamp the route."

He acknowledged the silence he knew all too well as affirmation.

"Hey, Ferb, I feel like no matter how much we shovel, we don't seem to make a difference."

The silence that followed that statement was different; it wasn't a normal Ferb silence. It was tense and strained.

Turning around, looking at his brother, he questioned, "Ferb?"

His brother was leaning on the shovel, and at his brother's voice, he looked up, and Phineas started moving towards him. His face was so white it looked like he was blending into the snow around him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Phineas, I…"

With no warning or noise, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed.

Taking the last couple steps as fast as he could, Phineas yelled, "Ferb!"

Candace heard the yell from outside and opened the door. Phineas was sitting on his knees with Ferb resting on his chest, shaking him and whispering to him. Dashing out and coming to a halt beside them, she was running her hands down Ferb's face and arms.

"What happened?"

"I…I don't know, he just fell over," Candace saw the tears in her brother's eyes, "and he won't wake up."

"He's burning up."

Candace looked at all the snow surrounding them and stood.

"Let's get him inside."

Phineas stood up slowly with his brother, and slung him over his shoulder as his sister hovered anxiously with her hands out.

As Phineas was lowering his brother to the couch, Candace pulled out her cell phone and dialed their mother.

"Mom!"

"What are the boys doing now Candace?"

"Ferb fainted while the boys were shoveling the driveway!"

"What?"

"He's inside, but he's unconscious and he has a fever. I don't know what to do."

"Candace, you need to calm down. Take his temperature, give him some blankets and some water. If he's still not awake don't give him anything to swallow okay?"

"Okay, okay," Linda could hear her daughter rummaging around the house looking for things, and giving Phineas orders.

"Candace," when there was no response, she tried again, but louder, "Candace!"

"Mom?"

"Do you need us to come home?"

"No, the fever is…" there was a pause while Candace removed the thermometer from her unresponsive brother, "one-oh-two."

"It's high, but manageable. I'm not sure if we can make it home Candace, are you sure you're okay? "

There was a pregnant pause, but a quiet, "yes."

"Call if you need anything, alright?"

"Okay, Mom."

Candace snapped her phone shut and walked towards the couch where she could see Phineas wiping Ferb's brow.

"How's he doing?"

"He won't wake up, but he's not getting worse."

"Mom says to keep him warm, and give him water when he wakes up."

She looks at her poor brother, all the blood in his face had gathered in his cheeks, leaving the rest of him ghostly pale. His eyes were moving beneath his shut lids in a troubled unconsciousness.

First chapter completed. Yah!

I'm hoping this isn't going to progress more than two chapters, three at the most.

I agree with another author that this fandom doesn't contain enough Ferb-whumpage.

Please read and review. Constructive criticism is always treasured and appreciated.

It's inspiration.