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Dark Dreams, Forbidden Fantasies	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 27128 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb or its characters. I made no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 8

Candace and Phineas were still in Candace’s bedroom, which was back to its present-time décor. But now they found themselves fully dressed, sitting side by side on the made bed.

“I guess this means we’re going to wake up soon,” Candace said.

“Yeah,” Phineas sighed. “I guess so.”

“Hey,” Candace said, scootching closer to her brother. “Don’t feel bad about anything we did. It’s not like any of it was real.”

This didn’t seem to cheer Phineas up at all.

“Come on, what’s bothering you?” Candace asked. “The be-honest rule is still in effect, y’know.”

“It’s just…,” Phineas began, “...it was really nice to, to be with you like this. You know, just making each other feel good, without...all the other stuff.”

Candace looked at the floor. “You mean without me yelling at you and trying to bust you all the time,” she said guiltily. “I...I wasn’t sure you even noticed that I do that.”

“Part of me does. The rest is in denial, I guess.”

“I think everyone in our family is in denial about something,” Candace replied. “But…” She took Phineas’ hand. “...I love you. I hope you know that.”

“Yeah. I do. But…” Now it was Phineas who looked down at the floor. “We can’t ever do anything like this in real life, can we?”

Candace tightened her grip on Phineas’ hand as she shook her head. “No, we can’t. Not ever.”

Phineas sighed.

“I know,” Candace said sympathetically. “In a way, I’m really going to miss this, too. I’m even starting to think that maybe I’m always trying to bust you because I’m angry that I can’t be with you the way a part of me wants to.”

Candace put her fingers under Phineas’ chin and raised his head up until his eyes met hers.

“But sometimes,” she said, “when we need to...you’ll look at me, and I’ll look at you. And we’ll know.”

Smiling weakly at his big sister, Phineas replied, “And maybe that’ll be enough.”

***

“Ferb,” Linda said, holding her son’s hand as she lay next to the boy on the teakwood bed, “I don’t know whether we’re going to remember any of this when we wake up, but I still want to tell you how much I enjoyed this.” Then, running a hand through the boy’s green hair, she added, “All of it.”

Ferb understood what she meant: that she enjoyed acting out her own fantasy, but that she also was gratified to learn of — and fulfill, in a way — Ferb’s fantasy about her.

“I wonder,” Linda mused aloud, “how many other parents and children gave into their desires for each other tonight?”

“And,” Ferb added, “how many didn’t?”

***

Vanessa Doofenshmirtz, wearing a filmy black gown and carrying a single candle, had been searching all night through the huge, vacant Gothic mansion. Tonight was the night when she would finally meet with her mysterious lover, who had written her many a passionate letter but whom she had never seen with her own eyes.

At last, she found an ornately carved oak door that she had yet to try. She turned the brass knob and pushed, and the heavy door opened with a creak.

Beyond the threshold, in the center of the room, stood an elegant four-poster bed. And lying on that bed was a man, lounging seductively in red velvet pajamas.

“Hello, Vanessa,” Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz said invitingly.

“Nope!” the girl replied, turning on her heel and walking out.

***

Linda yawned as she put a heaping scoop of coffee grounds into the filter-lined coffeemaker and started it brewing. Lawrence was there, too; he had managed to put a few pieces of bread into the toaster and push down the lever before collapsing into a kitchen chair and falling asleep again, his face lying on his unopened newspaper.

“Mornin’, Mom,” Candace slurred, shuffling into the kitchen with half-open eyes.

“Morning, sweetie,” Linda managed.

The boys came in on Candace’s heels. Phineas had circles under his eyes, and the boy’s attempt at a cheerful “Good morning” had more of a “Please kill me now” tone. Ferb just blinked his bloodshot eyes.

“What are-” Linda yawned again “-you kids planning to do today?”

“‘m kinda thinkin’a goin’ backta bed,” Candace mumbled.

“We were gonna...build a...maglev train, but…” Phineas’ voice trailed off.

Ferb nodded wearily; he didn’t feel any more up to the task than Phineas did. He remembered having some sort of very involved dream that night, which often was a sign of poor sleep. He couldn’t remember most of it now, except for the part when he came up with a theory about black holes that, despite his exhaustion, he now realized was complete nonsense. Hawking radiation output should actually decrease, not increase, as a black hole got larger.

“Oh, dear,” Linda said, looking wearily around at her children. “I hope we haven’t all come down with something.”

“And that it’s not going around,” Phineas added weakly.

***

Heinz Doofenshmirtz was in a jaunty mood as he started up his coffeemaker. After the incident with the Dream-Share-Inator the previous day, he had fully expected to awaken exhausted after a night of frightening and humiliating dreams. But instead, he felt perfectly fine, and he couldn’t remember having had any dreams at all.

His cellphone rang. The evil scientist looked and saw that it was his daughter.

“Hello, Vanessa,” he answered in a chipper tone.

“Hey, Dad,” the girl replied wearily. “I’m not gonna make it to your place today…woke up feeling like death on rye toast…”

“Oh, no,” Doof said, concerned and oddly, feeling a pang of rejection. “I hope you’re not sick.”

“Nah,” the girl mumbled. “Just gotta quit reading gothic romance novels before bed.”

***

Linda put a hand on Candace’s forehead, then Phineas’, then Ferb’s. Then, almost unconsciously, she pulled Ferb to her and stroked his green hair affectionately for a moment as she said, “We’d all better stay home today. You kids eat your breakfast, then go right back to bed.”

Phineas said, “‘kay, Mom,” and shuffled to the fridge to get the milk and orange juice.

He put the cartons on the kitchen table. Candace reached for the orange juice before Phineas let go of it, inadvertently putting her hand around his. And despite how lousy Phineas was feeling at that moment, his sister’s touch somehow kindled a warm sensation inside him.

They raised their heads, and through their bleary eyes, he looked at her, and she looked at him.

And they knew.

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