I wrote this fic during 2017 CampNano and decided now was as good as time as any to post this fic.

Full Summary: It started with Tucker asking Dan and Clockwork to come over to his parents house for dinner. Tucker didn't plan on gaining two siblings(he's debating if he's the older or younger sibling, it's a toss up as of now), Angelica and Maurice didn't plan on adopting two ghosts(again, they're debating if they're adults or children. Once again it's a toss up.) Not expected but definitely not unwelcomed.

Expect brotherly fluff and angst in this fic.

I. The Invitation and Dinner

It's Saturday morning.

There were no ghosts roaming the streets at three in the morning, no Vlad popping up unexpectedly with a scheme to get with Danny's mom(Tucker thinks that the dude should chill, go on eHarmony, ChristianMingle, Tinder, somewhere and find a nice girlfriend. Or boyfriend. But then again what does he know about dating?), no sight of the Fenton RV crashing through the streets looking for Phantom. A rare occurrence and Tucker knew exactly how he was going to take advantage of such a peaceful Saturday morning: sleep in. Tucker woke up at around noon, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he groggily trailed down the stairs. He greeted his father and mother with a limp wave, then sluggishly trailed his way into the kitchen to eat his cereal in a peaceful silence. After putting his dishes in the sink, he jogged back upstairs to change his clothes. Half an hour later, he reemerged downstairs once again no longer wearing his PDA themed pajamas but instead his signature red beanie, yellow shirt and green shorts.

Sometime later, he casually strolls to FentonWorks', and was immediately pulled into a bone crushing hug by Jack Fenton the moment he stepped in and it took Maddie and Jazz intervening to make Jack let loosen his enthusiastic vice like grip on the technogeek. Danny simply stood next to the refrigerator, calmly sipping apple juice as he watched.

'You asshat.' Tucker thinks as he glared at him, promptly flipping Danny off when he barked out in laughter. Thankfully Jack was still hugging him and Maddie and Jazz had focused their attention elsewhere.

Finally, Jack releases Tucker and he's grateful he can actually breathe again. Don't get him wrong, he loves Jack's hugs-Tucker could argue that Jack's hugs were better than his dad's. Keyword(s): could argue- but he doesn't like how bone crushing they were. He was like Bewear from Pokemon Sun & Moon, powerful, friendly, but completely unaware of his own strength. Minutes later, Maddie and Jack had left to search the streets for ghosts while Jazz had left to go to the library to do some more paranormal research. Tucker swore that she's becoming obsessed.

Which meant the two teens were now alone.

"Danny, I need your Specter Speeder." Tucker blurted out.

In response, Danny shrugged his shoulders and headed downstairs into his parents lab. Tucker glanced at the entryway to the lab in confusion as to why Danny didn't bother asking why he needed it. Tucker assumed that Danny thought he would responsible enough to use the Specter Speeder without damaging it but instead chalked it up to the fact that Danny stopped caring long ago and honestly did not give a damn at this point, simply going with the flow of whatever was going on. 'Perhaps I shouldn't be questioning as to why he didn't ask me. Better take small victories when I get them.' He thought as he followed after Danny, skipping down the steps into the lab.

Danny was resting against the Specter Speeder, his eyes suddenly narrowing when he saw Tucker, "What took you so long?" He asked.

"Brain fart." answered Tucker.

Again, he shrugged his shoulders before climbing inside the Specter Speeder and putting his seat belt on. "I'm riding shotgun." demanded Danny.

Well who was Tucker to deny his friend what he wanted? Shrugging his shoulders, Tucker hopped inside and also put his seat belt on. He squirmed around for a couple of seconds attempting to get used to being in the driver's seat before finally feeling comfortable enough to rest his hands on the wheel. Flipping some of the control in their proper positions, the Speeder started to rev up as it powered on and Tucker leaned back in satisfaction when he felt the soothing vibrations roll down his back. Danny pulled the driving stick and put it in reverse and the two boys were thrusted into the Ghost Zone.

The drive through the Ghost Zone was fairly uneventful, save for Danny rudely trying to change the music Tucker was jamming to("That is the tenth time I heard 'Weak,' I swear to god if I hear AJR one more time Tucker-" "Drivers pick the music, shotgun shuts his pie hole.") but mostly uneventful. When they reached Clockwork's tower, Tucker parked the Specter Speeder several feet away from the door. Tucker hopped out, peering inside, staring expectantly at Danny.

"You getting out Danny?"

Danny's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Tucker, "I called shotgun, not dealing with whatever you have to deal with." He responded cooly, laying down on his back and grabbing his phone from his jean pocket. "I'm sitting this one out."

"Alright whatever." Tucker waved, confidently strolling into the citadel, unfazed yet smiling fondly when he saw Dan hanging over the sofa and Clockwork comfortably sprawled out on the floor chewing on zebra popcorn while they were working on filling out several forms.

"Hello Tucker." "Hey Foley."

Tucker didn't bother waving at the duo, hopping over the sofa and landing in a square next to Dan. "We're grocery buddies Dan. I think that warrants us being beyond the last name thing." Tucker stated, kicking his shoes off and resting his feet on the sofa. "So I see you're enjoying the popcorn Clockwork."

"They aren't going to respond." Dan answered, "They have those earphones you gave them plugged in their ears and I'm not really sure what exactly they're listening to. But yes, Clocky does indeed enjoy the popcorn. Almost cut my hand off with the scythe when I tried to grab a few kernels. I made it a rule that they can't have that scythe in the kitchen."

"You're establishing rules?" Tucker reeled back, hands resting on his chest, faking a shocked gasp. "Normally, you're the one breaking them."

Dan didn't bother leveling a glare at the techno-geek, as it would be practically ineffective to do so. "Shut up. But if you need me to get their attention, then I know the perfect way to do that." He leered, eyes narrowed as a dangerous smirk came about as he was forming a blast and Tucker knew that Dan was up to no good.

"No, because I know exactly what's going to happen the moment you hit them with that blast." Tucker warned in his no nonsense voice. "Clockwork's gonna get pissed and then you are going to end up without a hand."

"But it'll be pretty-"

"Shut it. I've heard enough hand puns from Danny. I don't need them from you." said Tucker, slithering off the sofa, crawling over to Clockwork and laid his head against their back.

Clockwork shifted around uncomfortably due to the sudden weight on their back. Growling in experseration, Clockwork pulled a earbud out of their ears, "Tucker get off me. Now."

With a laugh Tucker sat up, grinning at the irritated frown the Time Master threw his way. "So did you enjoy the popcorn? Dan said you did from the way you tried to cut his hand off." He peered over, the partially filled out forms catching his attention. "So what are you working on?"

"Work." They answered tersely. "And the only reason Dan almost had his hand chopped off was because he had tried to get some after I explicitly told him not to. I was already moody and he wasn't helping."

"Since when am I ever a help?"

"Groceries." Tucker answered definitively. "Definitely groceries."

"Nice to know I'm only useful with groceries."

Tucker laughed, "Does wittle Dan feel sad?" Seeing Clockwork chuckle and Dan pout slightly made Tucker laugh louder. "But I need to ask you two something."

"What is it?" "Ask away."

"Come to my parents house for dinner." Tucker said. "You two could use a nice change of scenery, Clockwork can get a break from their work and Dan just needs...he just needs to be out and about."

"Sounds nice and all," began Clockwork.

"But we're ghosts and they're humans." Dan finished abruptly. "Just by that alone, it's not going to end well for anyone involved."

Tucker rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissing their claims. "I'm a human and I'm still here so what does that have to say? Besides, you go out every week and shop with me for food. Nothing went wrong there am I right?"

"People didn't know that we were ghosts."

"Well my parents know." Tucker stated, not paying attention to Dan and Clockwork's shocked faces.. "Told them a bit about you two and they're pretty excited to meet the 'roomates in the clock tower.'"

"We aren't roommates." The two grounded out in unison.

"You're roomates." Tucker deadpanned.

"Nah."

"No we arent."

How oblivious were these two? "You're living in the same tower, you are pretty content with having the other person, er-ghost around. That's roommate territory, you dolts." Tucker grounded out. "Hell you don't even pay taxes or bills! That's luxury roommate territory."

"Noo," Dan protested, "We're peacefully trying to coexist mates. Not roommates."

Tucker took a deep breath, causally wondering if all of his friends were idiots. "I am- roommates buy food together. I literally go with you two to the store every week to help you get food. Roommates create rules. You're roommates you idiots."

Sitting up and scooting away from Tucker, Clockwork shifted their form, their heavy frown seemed out of proportion for their childish stature. "I dont think its wise for you to insult the people you're trying invite to dinner."

"When have I ever worried about what's wise? The answer is never."

Clockwork mumbled under their breath, "I am not surprised at that." Yelping when they were suddenly picked up by Tucker and swung around in the air. "Tucker put me 'own!"

Pretending to ignore Clockwork, Tucker continued spinning them around with a manic grin, "I couldn't hear you Clockwork! Did you say you'll join me for dinner at my parent's?" He said loudly, grinning expectantly at the small Time Master and grinned even harder when they stomped their tiny foot in anger, shouting no. "Perhaps I could be convinced if you'll say yes!"

"Fine I'll go! Just put me down."

"Victory!" cheered Tucker, placing Clockwork under one of his arms and pumping his free fist in the air.

Dan smirked at the two, "Guess this means I don't have to go."

"No it doesn't." "If I have to go Dan, then so do you."

The 'older' Phantom folded his arms defiantly, "And if I don't? What you going to do?"

Clockwork gave him that 'Don't Play With Me You Twat' glare, "I'll cut off Crunchyroll."

"Nice try, but I can use VRV."

"I'll cut that off too, along with every anime and cartoon streaming website possible. No more Boku no Hero Academia, no One Punch Man, no Kill la Kill, no more anime." Clockwork threatened, smirking smugly when Dan stepped back, most likely imagining the horrifying consequences of them doing so.

"Heathen. You absolute heathen." Dan swore, shaking a finger.

"So I'll expect you two to show up around five thirty? Six at the latest?" Tucker asked, taking the two ghosts' silence as a confirmation. He swaggered his way to the door, dumping Clockwork in Dan's arms, shouting "See you later Lumiere and Cogsworth!" before shutting the door behind him.

Tucker happily skipped back to the Specter Speeder, opening up the door and hopping in, raising his eyebrows suggestively when Danny sat up and eyed him warily. Danny threw himself against the leather seating of the Speeder, that warily look remaining until he couldn't take Tucker hilariously suggestive eyebrow wiggling anymore.

"Tucker what chaos have you wrought?" He asked finally and from the way Tucker grinned, Danny wasn't too sure if he wanted to know now and it it was at all possible for him to Control Z that decision.

His best friend smirked weirdly, leaning back in the seat as well. "I asked Clockwork and Dan to come to my parent's for dinner tonight." Tucker answered finally and before Danny could even open his mouth to form a response, he then tacked on "I got a yes from both of them."

"Tell me the goods, spill me the juicy secrets Tuck. How'd ya do it?" Danny reached out to flip several of the controls back to their original positions and pulled the gear stick in the drive mode and Tucker propelled the vehicle forward.

"I caught Clockwork in their child form and spun them around the room until they said yes," Tucker began, pointedly ignoring Danny's shocked 'You dirty son of a gun', "Clockwork threatened to take away Crunchyroll and any site Dan can use to view anime. Needless to say, Dan crumbled very quickly."

The halfa laughed, "You can take the weeb out of anime but you can't take the anime out of the weeb." He declared, pointing a finger in the air for emphasis, doubling over, wrapping his arms around his stomach from all the laughter. "Wait, wait did you bring up the roommate thing?"

"It's never a proper visit unless I do." Tucker retorted, waving a hand in the air to accentuate his point. "Of course I did!"

"You have got to tell me what they said."

"They were as Dan stated, 'trying to co-exist peacefully mates.'" said Tucker, who started to laugh raucously as Danny continued to laugh even harder. "Wait till Sam hears this."

"Those idiots, when are they going to realize that they're roommates and oh god, I can't wait to hear what she says." agreed Danny, who soon ended up on the floor of the Specter Speeder from laughing too hard from hearing what Tucker had told him as the two rode home.

At around five twenty, Maurice and Angela had the pleasure of being surprised of a portal being opened in their kitchen and seeing the two ghosts their son had mentioned step out. The two had tried their best to appear calm and collected but the older Foleys could see that the two were just as nervous as they were. Luckily Tucker had emerged from the stairway, dissipating any possible chance for an awkward silence.

"You came!" Tucker exclaimed, launching himself at the two, drawing the two into a tight hug. Tucker let them go, sidestepping to the right of the taller one with flaming hair, waving his arms to gesture him. "Mom, Dad, this is Dan. He's pretty chill and he's like a huge cat."

Dan waved awkwardly, "Sup."

Maurice stepped forward, grabbing Dan's hand and shaking it with tight, firm grip. "Nice to finally meet you Dan. I've heard a lot about you!" he said, relinquishing his grip of Dan's hand and stepping back next to Angela. Seeing Dan frown in confusion, Maurice added on, "Good things son, only good things."

He got an quiet, unconvinced nod from Dan. Maurice assumes that he haven't heard a lot of positive things in his life-afterlife or he put himself down too often for his liking.

Angela forgoes the typical handshake and brings Dan in a tight, warm hug, "I'm so glad to meet another one of Tucker's friends." She said, standing on her tippy toes to give him a tender kiss on the cheek.

"Mom, you can't give Dan all of the attention," Tucker joked, sliding over to his other friend who was just as, if not more awkward than Dan. "Guys, this is Clockwork."

Angela diverted her attention towards Clockwork, "It's so nice to meet two wonderful young me-"

"I'm not a man," Clockwork protested mingling with Dan and Tucker's peeved "They aren't a boy."

Angela nodded, "My bad." She apologized, "But still it's nice to meet such wonderful friends of Tucker's."

Dan and Clockwork both shifted around, nodding at the unexpected praise.

Angela had then turned around towards the freezer and pulled out a bag of french fries along with several bags of chicken tenders. "I know that you two were invited for dinner, Tucker had told me six." Her son withered under her sharp glare as she ripped open the bag of french fries and dumped them on a oven tray. "I didn't expect you two to show up so early, I was going to get some groceries to cook something but then time passed and there wasn't enough time to cook anything and have it ready before you two got here. So I hope you two are okay with waiting for french fries and burgers."

"It's fine Mrs. Foley!" Dan asserted, furiously waving his hands in front of his chest. "Clockwork and I are okay with whatever you got, right Clockwork?"

Clockwork flinched hearing their name and was brought out whatever self induced daze they were in. "Yea, it's totally fine. I'm sure dinner's still gonna be great!"

"Now that we dealt with what we're having for dinner, why don't we get to know you two!" Maurice announced loudly, clapping his hands. "I'm sure we both heard a lot of things about each other, but I would like to know more about Tucker's amazing friends!"

Dan and Clockwork froze with tight smiles, turning around to point at theirself and the other. "Get to know...us?" They squeaked out in unison, not noticing Tucker leaning against the counter snickering, 'They're acting like protagonists in an shonen anime.' Tucker thought to himself.

To which Angela and Maurice both replied, "Yes!"

Clockwork is not a social ghost. They don't do social gatherings, they don't do outings, and they definitely don't do dinners. That's not their thing (Others would argue they were conditioned by years of isolation.) and they were fine with that. Yet they had been dragged out to have dinner with a fourteen year old and his parents, and it seemed to be going terribly. Perhaps, that was their anxiety speaking. Drawing their knees closer to their chest, Clockwork sunk further in the couch. They quickly glanced over to Dan, who seemed to be just as anxious and nerve wracked as them. They were glad that they weren't alone in this bubble of anxiety but Clockwork also felt slightly guilty being happy that Dan was having a hard time conversing with the parents of his dead but not dead, former and current best friend. It wasn't okay being happy that someone else was miserable, that was a shitty thing to do and they were a shitty person for feeling like that.

"-work?"

Looking up, they saw Maurice's lips open to speak but couldn't hear anything. Shit, it was happening again. Shaking their head, Clockwork rubbed their temples, "I'm sorry, I seemed to have zoned out. Can you repeat that?"

'Come on Clockwork, you idiot you can't be freezing up like this.'

Maurice dismissed their apology as if nothing had happened, "I was saying, Tucker had told me that you're a Master of Time? What's it like?"

"Stressful." They bit out, resting their head on top of their knees, "Exhausting, but I suppose it's similar to working in the human world."

"Dude doesn't know when to take a break, I'll tell you." said Dan suddenly and a sudden burst of anger shot up in Clockwork. They never liked anyone openly talking about them not taking care of theirself. Sure, they didn't eat properly, didn't have a proper sleeping schedule but it was fine and their habits had work. Granted, Clockwork was always exhausted, looked like Yagi Toshinori from My Hero Academia but they were still existing and that's all that mattered.

"Well that's just a mark of how hard they work." Angela mused aloud, crossing her legs together. "I mean, honestly, watching over time itself has got to be complicated and I have to thank you for all the hard work you do to make sure it's stable so that we can live life the way we do."

Clockwork quirked an eyebrow up. Someone was thanking them? Normally, they hear people shouting at them for screwing up the timeline, for not saving lives, that they were a murder. To hear someone thanking them was not only welcome but also refreshing. "Thanks." They mumbled, subconsciously summoning their scythe and ran their hands across the curve of the blade. "It's nice to hear that."

They felt something tugging on them. Turning around, they see Tucker pulling on their scythe-when did they pull it out? How long had it been out and someone was just now telling them? Damn it, now they looked like an idiot; they can hear the taunts of how they'll never fit in ringing in their ears. Clockwork had tried to will away their scythe but it had remained seated comfortably in their hands, and they actually feel the heaviness of their scythe.

It felt...heavier than normal.

Clockwork tried again, and again, and again but it wouldn't go away. Something akin to panic fills them up to the brim and then it drips out like a faucet when they feel Dan rest a hand on their shoulder, take the scythe out of their hands and rest it on the table behind them. They'll never understand how Dan made things so easy for them, and they secretly swear up and down that it's a secret power that Dan has. The Foleys are still staring at them. Shit.

"Sorry about that." They expect to hear that their apologies are worthless.

Maurice and Angela merely smiled and waved it off. "It's fine dear, it was just an accident."

Tucker leaned over in his chair, "Have I ever told you two about the time Dan, Clockwork and I took over a laser tag place? While only being just first time players?" Tucker asked, voice booming with enthusiasm and pride. They loved that day, and they viewed it on nights when everything seemed so bleak, when their anxiety was merciless and unrelenting.

The attention falls off of Clockwork as Maurice and Angelica looked over at Tucker in interest. "Really? How were you able to do that?"

"Okay, so it starts when we registered to join a party…" began Tucker, who wildly moved his arms and legs in such lively, ebullient animations. Tucker is a godsend, Clockwork declares. Danny and Sam were lucky to have such a friend like him and Clockwork killed to have a friend like that when they were younger{They might have had something like that? But it was shrouded in flashes of faded, 'oblivated' memories and they could never get anything concrete.)

Tucker's amazing. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

The oven dings loudly and Angela gets up to get the food. Soon, they're feasting on burgers and fries and everything seems to be calmer, less tense than before. Clockwork's grateful for it. Dinner ends and then the five of them simply...talked. Less nerve-wracking than before and the Time Master feels hope bloom inside of them. That maybe tonight wasn't as bad as they thought it was, and they began to speak more freely, playfully arguing with Angela and giving advice to Maurice on his homemade garden.

All of a sudden, it's late and Dan and Clockwork realized that they had to leave because surely the Foleys must be exhausted from hosting the two and that they were holding up the small family from their much needed sleep. The two ghosts were met with reluctant farewells as Dan grabbed Clockwork's scythe and opened a portal.

The moment they got back to the citadel, Clockwork transformed into their child form, kicked their boots off and floated to their room and sunk into the comfy softness of their bed. Dan followed shortly afterwards, curling around Clockwork and the small Time Master buried himself in the curve of Dan's chest; Dan draped a blanket over both them, laid his head down and both ghosts fell into a restless sleep.