A/N: This Chapter is for Evelyn (and my fellow reviewers) because I'm broke and can't get her anything for Christmas. Expect up-dated for: Just Forget Them, Dear Ms. Trudy, and a couple others as well. :D

"You're not really serious, are you?" Jeanette asked behind her hand as Alice finished telling the story. Said girl nodded slowly, her eyes shimmering. "But how?" Jeanette continued. "How did it happen?"

"I asked my dad," Alice admitted. "Not directly of course, pretended I had a sudden interest. But he only told me it could have happened in two ways: A) you're born with them, or B) you're involved in some sort of accident that gets...I think it was ectoplasm to get into you. That's all he said."

"I don't think you've been in any accidents," Jonathan mused. He'd been quiet through most of the story, so it was alarming to hear his voice just now. Alice and Jeanette turned to him.

"So he talks," his sister mumbled, crossing her arms and looked pointedly at him. What was he thinking? Jonathan glared at her for a second, then turned back to Alice.

"And being born with powers may not be the answer either unless...well..." he hesitated. Maybe what he had to say wasn't the best answer to the mystery.

"Well what?" Alice asked, also poiitedly, the boy.

"You know how in the seventh grade we learned about...stuff and the whole dominant and recessive alleles and se-"

"Ah, ha ah!" Alice shouted, putting her arms up and crossing them in the air in front of her. "Okay! We don't need to ehar about that again!"

Jeanette smirked, but quickly wiped it off. "And I don't think either of your parents are ghosts," she said, putting what Jonathan was trying to say in more...not bad-thought-giving words. Alice thought about that one.

"At least I hope not," she said then, grinning a bit sheepishly. She really hoped not. That'd be kind of weird.

Meanwhile, downstairs...

"So, here's what we're gonna do," Danny said. They'd been talking about this for who knows how long, and still they had yet to fill in some of the blanks. "If and when Joseph comes back, Tucker, you get on his case pronto."

"I don't know guys..." Tucker mumbled, looking at them. He was sitting down on the couch opposite the married couple, leaning forward on his knees, a hand on his chin. "I don't like this one bit. It makes me feel so...anxious."

"You're part of the parental unit, now Tuck," Sam said. "Joseph's you're son. He has to do what you tell him to."

"But it's just that that worries me," Tucker admitted. "He's hard-headed, like his old man. I don't think that'll be too easy."

"And I'm sure he's a good-guy too, like his old man," Danny assured. "We've been through this many tiems before, Tuck, when we were younger. We made it through and here we are: kids of our own. We can do this just as we did back then. Vlad hasn't changed a bit, I'll tell you that much. He's still the insane villain we've faced in our past."

"And like the villain of our past, hell be easy to beat," Sam agreed.

But even all that positive talk couldn't get the fear from Tucker's eyes to leave. Danny knew what he was feeling and he knew why. Vlad was a bad guy as old as he may be. And Joseph's in the line of fire, as is Alice, his own daughter. He sighed, and leaned forward to give Tucker's shoulder a slight squeeze. "Come on, Tuck," he said. "For old time's sake. Joseph's gonna be fine. I doubt Vlad, as twisted as he maybe, will do anything to harm the little guy."

"And if he does, we'll be there to help you kick his butt," Sam added. Tucker smiled.

"Thanks guys," he said.

"Any time," Danny said with a sigh, and leaned back in the couch. "Report all information to us as soon as you get it, and we'll work our way up form there."

Then, as if on cue, a trio of teens bounded down the stairs. "Okay, so we meet tomorrow," Alice said. "Same place as always." She, Jeanette and Jonathan came down the stairs, for once not rushing.

"And while you tow chat, I'll study for the test we got in chemistry," Jonathan said, jumping over the last four steps of the stairs.

"You're kidding me!" Alice exclaimed.

"Not at all," Jeanette replied. The grown-ups listened as the the trio of friends exchanged information.

"Fine, change of plans, I'll meet you guys in the library. Maybe I'll get in some studying," Alice said now, seemingly still pondering how she'd forgotten about the test.

"Something wrong, Al?" Danny asked. Alice looked up.

"Huh?" she asked. Then she smiled and brought her hands up. "Oh, nothing at all, just a slip-up." She turned to her friends, then opened the door. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"Affirmative," said Jonathan.

"Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton," Jeanette said and waved.

"Good bye Mr. Foley," Jonathan added. Then both teens chorused. "See ya, Alice."

"Bye guys," she said in return as the grown-ups waved. The door closed and Alice started up the steps again without uttering a syllable.

"I guess it's about time I take my leave too," Tucker said as the girl disappeared up stairs, and stood up. Sam and Danny stood as well.

"Aah, okay then." He shook hands with Tuck, then walked him to the door.

"Bye, Tuck," Sam called. Tucker waved, then looked at Danny as he opened the door.

"Don't forget to bring the video tomorrow. I need it by twelve, plus we sitll gotta edit," he said, pointing.

"Don't worry, I got in the safest place I can away from anyone who could possibly ruin it," Danny said, smiling.

"You'd better," Tucker said. "See you."

"Bye."

Tump.

"Video?" Sam asked. Danny shrugged one shoulder and sat down next to her on the sofa, putting an arm around her shoulders and flipping on the TV.

"Not important," he replied.

E/N: Hmm...what's Airamé planning with the video? Wait and find out in the next chapter of: Sweet Mother of Mutton! I Have Ghost-Powers!

--Airamé Phantom