Cute as a button22: Because I'm evil that way.

Phineas woke up slowly, dreamily. It was still early - the light from the rising sun streamed in through the window. Pinky was in his basket on the floor, sound asleep. Isabella was curled up in Phineas's arms with an incredibly content look on her sleeping face.

Wait, what?

His eyes snapped fully open and he looked around. He was clearly in Isabella's room; the pink walls would have clued him in if the black-haired girl in his arms wasn't enough of an indication.

How did I get here? And how do I get out of here without us both getting in trouble?

Ferb, I'm going to murder you for this.

Isabella snuggled into his shoulder, sighing happily in her sleep. Her nightshirt pressed up against his bare chest, and her bare legs were tangled around his own pajama-covered limbs, causing all sorts of distracting feelings.

I could get to like this, he thought. Very much. Assuming she doesn't go ballistic when she wakes up.

Ferb, if I survive this, and Isabella doesn't hate my guts afterwards, I may just let you live.

Isabella's eyes flickered open, and she smiled at him muzzily for a moment. Then her eyes suddenly went wide, and she inhaled sharply.

"Shh," he whispered. "Please don't scream, your mother would kill us. I think Ferb might have played a trick on us. I have no idea how I ended up here."

Isabella sat up, pulling the blankets along to wrap around herself. "How could he have teleported you here without you noticing?"

He sat up as well, braced by the sudden chill from losing the warmth of both Isabella and the blankets. "I'm a pretty heavy sleeper; apparently so are you." He noticed the bracelet on her wrist, holding the blankets in place, one lonely red gem blinking next to the glowing green gem. "Um, Isabella...your bracelet is low on power. Did you use it a lot before you went to bed last night?"

She looked down at it, confused. "No, after Mom got home I didn't use it at all. It was fully powered when I turned it off to go to sleep last night..." She trailed off, an embarrassed look crossing her face.

He nodded. "Did you dream about me last night? Teleporting me over from across the street would certainly drain the power like this."

Isabella blushed, looking away from him. "Maybe? I don't remember my dreams too clearly, because I was a bit surprised when I woke up."

Phineas sat back. "Okay. I guess it isn't Ferb's fault after all. So how do we get me out of here without both of us getting grounded until we're old enough to drink?"

"I think Mom's up already, so just sneaking out the front door won't work."

"So I need some way to get past without her seeing me? I can do that, but I need Ferb's help. Can I borrow your phone?"

She reached over to the nightstand and unlocked it, handing it to him. He quickly sent a message to Ferb.

Hey, you awake? I need your help.

A reply came quickly. I'm awake now. What's up, Isabella?

This is Phineas. Long story, I'll explain when I get back. Please go through my pile of blueprints, find the personal cloaking device, build one, and put it on my desk?

This, I simply must hear. Give me fifteen minutes.

He set the phone down. "Okay, fifteen minutes. Is your mother likely to look in on you before then?"

"I don't know. Normally, no, but with me recuperating..."

He nodded, and they fell into a brief silence, looking into each other's faces as if trying to find words there.

"So...no shirt?" Isabella asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, they got too confining. They kept getting twisted around me as I slept," Phineas said. "Fortunately, I decided to wear the pants last night; I don't always."

She grinned. "Yeah, it would have been even more awkward if you weren't wearing those pants."

*crackle*

He flinched as he realized that he was now wearing nothing but his boxer shorts.

Isabella looked down at his pants, dangling from her hand; she dropped them and put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. "I'm so sorry. Lucky you've still got your..."

"Don't say it," he interrupted, grabbing her pillow and placing it in his lap, covering his underwear.

"...right. Sorry. That would have been bad."

He reached over and plucked his pants up from the bed; Isabella turned around so he could put them on. As he sat back down, her phone bleeped. A message from Ferb said All ready.

"Can I borrow your bracelet for a moment?" Phineas asked.

She took it off and handed it to him; he put it on and said, "Cloaking device".

With a *crackle*, a small black sphere appeared in his hand. Grinning, he took off the bracelet and placed it back on her wrist. "Okay. I'll head back home, and we can talk later?"

She nodded with a slight smile.

From outside the door, Isabella's mother asked, "Isa, are you okay? Who are you talking to?"

Phineas hit the button on the cloaking device, and the world around him faded to grey as he went invisible. Vivian opened the door, poking her head in.

"I was just talking to Pinky, Mom," Isabella said quickly, pointing at the dog who had just woken up.

"Oh, okay." Vivian walked in, giving Phineas the opportunity to slip through the door. He slunk down the stairs, then quietly opened the front door, closing it behind himself. The morning was a bit chilly for a boy in thin pajama pants, but he could tolerate it for the few minutes until he got inside. He trotted across the street, trying to figure out how to get into his house unnoticed. Luck was with him; his father opened the front door and walked over to pick up the newspaper, giving Phineas an opportunity to slip past him.

He snuck up the stairs, into his bedroom, and turned off the cloaking device, rolling it under the bed. Grabbing his robe, he crossed the hall to Ferb's room and knocked on the door.

"Yes?"

"It's me," Phineas said.

"Come in," Ferb replied, so Phineas opened the door.

Ferb was sitting at his desk, still dressed in his own pajamas. A thin residue of construction covered the desk, and Phineas's blueprint was tacked to the wall nearby. Ferb raised an eyebrow in expectation, and Phineas closed the door behind himself.

"Isabella accidentally turned on the teleporter bracelet last night in her sleep, and apparently was dreaming about me," Phineas began.

Ferb opened both eyes wide.

"We both slept through it, until we woke up all curled together in her bed."

"You two have been flirting forever, but this takes the cake," Ferb said.

"This...wasn't flirting. This was really nice. And I'm pretty sure it was accidental when she teleported my pajamas away."

Ferb blinked, then burst out laughing.

"Fortunately, I had a pillow to cover myself with."

Ferb shook his head and smiled.

"So, I'm going to catch a shower and get some breakfast, then wander back over. Maybe we can talk about this."

"Good luck, Phineas. Just watch out for the teleporter."

Isabella was lying on the couch resting, watching some brainless reality show, when the doorbell rang. Her mother answered it, and let Phineas in.

"Good morning, Phineas. Can you keep Isa company while I go grocery shopping?" her mother asked.

"Certainly, Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro."

"Let her rest, please. I'll be back in a little bit." She grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

Phineas came over and sat at the other end of the couch; she moved her feet so he had room. He looked like he was trying to figure out what to say.

"So, um..." he said. "About this morning..."

"I'm sorry," Isabella murmured. But it was so nice waking up like that...

"Don't be. You can't control your dreams, and apparently we made the bracelet a bit too sensitive."

"I still don't know if I was dreaming about you. But..." Isabella looked at the floor. "I was thinking about you before I went to sleep."

Phineas raised an eyebrow. "Anything in particular?"

"Just how nice you'd been to me, and how much it meant to me that you'd come and visited me."

Phineas paused, trying to find his voice. "I was so worried about you. I was terrified I'd lose you, without ever being able to tell you..."

A warm current ran through her, and she asked, "Tell me what?"

"Tell you how much you mean to me. More than just a friend."

"I think of you as more than a friend too," she whispered, not trusting her own voice.

He knelt down next to her. "I know we can't do much about that until you're better," he said. "But when you're up to it, I'd like to take you out on a date."

"I'd like that a lot," Isabella said.

Phineas took a deep breath. "May I...kiss you?" he asked, with just a bit of a quiver in his voice.

Her voice caught in her throat; all she could do was nod.

Phineas looked afraid, just for a second, but then he bent down over her. Holding her as carefully as if she were fine china, he gently brushed her lips with his. Oh. I need more than that, she thought.

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down, mashing her lips against his. His arms held onto her more strongly as the kiss deepened. Her arms slipped around him as they broke off the kiss, and she hugged him until her side started to hurt.

"I've wanted that for so long..." she said.

"Worth the wait?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes." She scooted back on the couch. "Come here. I didn't get enough time to enjoy getting held this morning."

With a grin, he lay on the couch next to her, taking her in his arms. She nestled into his shoulder with a happy sigh.

"It was really nice waking up with you this morning," Phineas said. "You looked really beautiful in your nightshirt."

"Mmm. You weren't so bad yourself. I liked the boxer shorts."

*crackle*

Phineas's eyes went wide. "Well...that's an interesting sensation," he said.

Isabella looked at Phineas's triangle-patterned underwear, dangling from her hand. "I'm sorry," she said, laughing.

They both jumped as the front door unlocked. Isabella tucked Phineas's underwear underneath herself with an embarrassed smile as he quickly sat at the end of the couch. He reached over and pushed the green gem on her bracelet, turning it off; Isabella giggled.

"Phineas, can you help me bring the groceries in?" Vivian asked as she came through the door carrying two bags.

Adjusting his pants and walking just a little funny, Phineas went to help.

Yeah, I'm still totally a sucker for scenes where they wake up together.

There may be another story before the next round of bingos starts up on July 1, but I wouldn't count on it. Busy week at work this week, and I don't have anything currently looking likely to be ready.

I'll be posting my bingo boards on my Dreamwidth account (link in my profile) if you want to see what I'm working on.