A/N Hey. Like I said, this is my second story. However, I believe that it truly obliterates my first one. I think it has an interesting storyline and may play out well. Please, please, please read and review. Don't forget to enjoy! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Phineas and Ferb.

Phineas Flynn, seemingly average, is anything but. Is that because he's only 12 and is already inventing things that couldn't have even been dreamt of from the world's best inventors? No, no it isn't. It's because he doesn't belong here. No, that's right; he doesn't belong in this time period. It all started years ago, or should I say, years from now.

In the year 2062, a man and woman were expecting their first born son. They had already picked out a name. Phineas, Phineas Fletcher. The doctors were worried about his health earlier on. They said there was something wrong with his head, but the parents weren't too upset. They were far too excited. They were about to have a child. The mother, who was unemployed, a stay at home mom/wife, couldn't believe it. They were finally having a kid. After so many years of being together. She loved her husband, she always had. It was just, sometimes he was to wound up in his work. He was an inventor. It ran in the Fletcher blood. His father was an inventor. His father was an inventor. Well, actually his father was involved with antiques. He was just as excited as his wife was. Finally, a son. He just couldn't believe it. They've always wanted kids, and they were finally having one.

A little while later

That new father would have done anything to reverse it. Anything. A while after the boy was born, he saw his wife carrying their kid. He was beautiful. Sure, his head was shaped like a triangle. Who cared? This was great. It was, anyways. When they brought him home, they couldn't have been happier. At least until, his time machine malfunctioned. Right in front of their boy.