Notes: Alright, this is Part I of the other character's stories! And by other characters, it'll be Tucker's, Sam's, and Jazz's families. Or, as I like to call it, the "no matter how big it gets, there are no secrets in Team Phantom" series. This one'll be from Aria's point of view (Tucker's wife). It's kinda messy, but I hope you'll enjoy! I wanted to edit a bit more, but I'll be on spring break from March 19-27 and internetless, so there'll be no updates during that time, but hopefully a whole lot of writing!

Tucker's son in this was slightly inspired by my friend's brother, who was speaking in baby-babble one day, and when I saw him three days later he was talking up a storm. It blew my mind, aha.

Aria's so hard to get across. I know what she's like in my mind, but in story form? Sigh. Well, in short, she's a very perceptive person for certain things, and she likes happy things and happy people. Unfortunately, she's more simple-minded than a head of lettuce, with only her perceptiveness and common sense saving her. She can also get into quite a bit of trouble, as you'll see.

Family Secrets I: The Foley Family

Like many other stories, it started out when the two met in college. Well, Aria hadn't been a college student per se; she had just started beauty school in Chicago. After putting up an ad for a male client to fulfill a requirement for her portfolio, Tucker (a college senior at the time) had decided that he might as well trust a beauty school student with a haircut on his student budget. Small world that it is, the two were quick to discover that they had a mutual acquaintance: Paulina Sanchez.

Naturally, Tucker had been quick to notice that Aria shared both brains and beauty with her kin. The difference being that, while Paulina was shallow and only intelligent when popularity schemes called for it, Aria had a good heart (she was secretly an activist) and more of an unnerving perceptiveness than real brilliance. Tucker was immediately endeared to her, if only because he was a little shallow himself; he was attracted to her looks, and her honest dumbness was a bit adorable.

He never thought it would last, but he had no quarrel when she asked to date him exclusively. She thought he was brilliant, and the fact that he was in a community group to deliver higher-end technology to poor countries at that time made her see him as better than he really was.

Aria had graduated beauty school a year later, and while Tucker had moved back to Amity Park, she had gone off to save the whales with Greenpeace. Unfortunately, she had discovered that living on a ship wasn't easy and honestly smelled pretty bad all of the time. Plus, it wasn't like she was getting to play with the dolphins or anything! To her delight, Tucker had come to her rescue and proposed to her right on deck. They'd had to call in a favor from Sam Manson when they were kicked off the boat because of Tucker's big mouth, however; lesson learned, you never say "What's the big deal about whales, anyways?" on a Greenpeace ship.

It was obvious from the moment she moved to Amity Park that Tucker's friends didn't like her much. It was okay, though, because she didn't like them all that much either. Manson was simply so pessimistic all the time, and too sarcastic for her to really get along with despite the little things they had in common. Fenton was something else, though. She immediately got weird vibes from him, and she knew not to ignore them – she had been told on more than one occasion that she had some sort of ESPN or whatever it was called, after all. Naturally, it made perfect sense to her that Fenton and that billionaire who always hung around his kid were head-over-heels for each other. She got the same vibe from the older man, so the two were obviously made for each other.

Fenton and Manson's kid was a weird one, too. But oh, how she absolutely hated that little monster!

She had no idea why the kid hated her so much, but ever since she had met him, he had given her the evil eye. When he was five years old, he had somehow made the roast beef she had cooked explode when Tucker was mid-sentence announcing their engagement. She knew it had been him, she had seen it in his face and in the way Fenton had snickered under his breath.

Then there was her wedding from hell. Oh, karma would surely smite the person who had suggested the six year old brat be the flower boy. She hadn't minded him so much, until he had practically ruined her wedding. She still wasn't sure how everything had turned to chaos so fast, but she didn't remember all of that so much as she remembered when that little monster had the nerve to bite her at the altar!

So when her son, Richard, was born, she was obviously a bit wary of letting the brat around him. Still, she couldn't just tell Tucker that his friends (and, by extension, their famlies) couldn't see Richard, so she was forced to turn a blind eye whenever she knew the eight year old was around Richard when she wasn't.

She comforted herself by thinking that, well, they were both kids. They couldn't do each other too much harm, right? And Tucker was watching after them...

It was one day, just a week after Richard had turned two, that she convinced herself to do a little private investigating. The brat had been waiting to get picked up by Fenton's rich boyfriend (would that make the man his second dad?). Richard was simply running around the living room getting distracted by a different toy every other second while the brat sat on the couch looking bored. Aria, out of obligation and concern that the brat hadn't had lunch yet, brought in some finger sandwiches. The brat had eyed the plate hungrily before practically flying over to the table and eating half of them in one go.

Richard had stopped to stare. Then, all of a sudden, he'd begun pointing and giggling at the older boy.

"Ghos'! Ghos,' whoosh!"

Aria had thought it was cute and hadn't paid it any mind – until she saw the look on the brat's face, that is. He looked exactly like Tucker did whenever she caught him picking through dinner before it was even finished.

She'd admit it, she was a curious girl, so two days later she found herself climbing through a window with the pretense of cleaning up the Masters mansion (what kind of rich people didn't have servants, anyways?). They wouldn't mind if she was simply trying to do a good job, right? After all, two men couldn't possibly do the spic-and-span job a girl could.

That was how she convinced herself to start exploring, and that was also how she found herself now hiding underneath a hallway table, thankful for the long tablecloth that covered it. One of the paintings on the wall had unexpectedly moved on its own, so naturally she had been spooked. Even spookier, however, was the swirling green... thing that was just behind the painting.

She had to put a hand over her mouth as three ghosts emerged from the portal. Ghosts were a very normal occurence in Amity Park, so that was not what had her shocked. But... that was the Danny Phantom, standing there in the ghost-flesh! Oh, if only she had a camera!

Even though she hadn't lived in Amity Park at the peak of the Phantom popularity, he was still legend in the town, and Paulina had told her enough to make a fangirl out of her.

Seeing that Danny Phantom had company, however, she forced herself to keep calm and look at the two other ghosts. She recognized one of them from the Amity Park online ghost database: Vlad Plasmius, a.k.a. The Wisconsin Ghost. He had been spotted constantly since Masters became mayor of the town, and she was not ashamed to say he was damn good-looking for a ghost. Oh, those muscles that were surely under that suit...!

"Mom, I wanted to go see Skulker like Dad said!"

Looking down, she spotted a little ghost throwing off his cloak and pouting as he descended back to the ground. Having looked for every similarity between her and Tucker in their own son, she couldn't help but immediately notice that the little ghost was a perfect mix of Phantom and Plasmius.

"Dan, you knew we were just going to see Mommy's friends today," Phantom spoke then.

Plasmius sighed rather dramatically. "Unfortunately, your mother doesn't usually do what your father says, lapushka. We'll go to Skulker's tomorrow."

"No, you won't. He's got a science project due."

"It'll just be for an hour or so."

"Mom, I want to go see Skulker!"

Aria blocked out the rest of the argument as her head began to ache a bit. She was trying to think about all the little things in the conversation, but all that she could suddenly think about was Fenton and his boyfriend arguing at her wedding with the brat whining about everything.

Wait... the brat? Wasn't the brat's name Dan?

The three ghosts suddenly phased through the floor, bickering and fighting all the while. She grinned once she made her way out of the house. Oh, she was sure of her theory, but a tiny bit more exploring the issue couldn't hurt, right?

Sitting at home that night with Tucker, she was rather quiet over dinner, staring at her food every now and then.

"Uh, Aria? Is something wrong?"

Aria looked up from her dinner and blinked. "Huh?"

"Well, you've been kind of quiet today. Nothing to tell me about your day? What people you purposely gave bad haircuts? What Paulina's parents made Richard wear?" Tucker said a bit warily.

She looked at him with a gleam in her eye before putting her fork down and setting her chin on her folded hands. "Tuckie, you've known Fenton for a while, right?"

"Since second grade."

"Mmm. So you'd know if he had any deep, dark secrets like... oh, say, secretly being a superhero and having a superpowered kid and boyfriend?"

There was that deer-in-headlights look she was looking for. Thank God her husband wasn't suave when it came to blunt statements. With a mischievous smile, she stood up from the table and began to put away her leftovers.

"A-Aria, what are you talking about? You, uh, why -"

"I'm going out for a little while. Don't wait up, Tuckie."

"A-Aria? Aria, wait! What - !"

He'd never seen her move so quickly in his life, and as the door slammed behind her, Tucker couldn't help but get a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Vlad is so gonna fire me..." he groaned.

Aria had been going from window to window as the two men and the brat went about their business inside the manor. She was covered in leaves, her clothes dirtied and her ankle aching from when had she tripped in her heels. Still, as long as they were on the first floor, she planned to follow them with her trusty camera phone in hand. Thank God the windows apparently did let out sound, too, as she could hear conversations clearly if she only put her ear to the right spot. Rich people confused her, with their faulty windows and lack of butlers. If she and Tucker were rich, she knew she would demand a maid, and if Dan was her son (which thank heavens he wasn't!) she'd demand a babysitter as well. Or maybe it was just Masters, since Masters was an Amity Park resident and people in Amity Park were overall pretty weird.

So far, though, things were painfully normal. Masters had made dinner (if Masters turned out to be Plasmius, then it'd be kind of like Dracula with the lack of servants), and Fenton had complimented the food while simultaneously insulting the cook. Her first sign there had been the brat's vegetables disappearing – as in, suddenly being gone from the plate with just a touch of the brat's finger.

Nothing else had happened so far. At the moment, she could hear yelling inside the house. Apparently, the brat refused to go to bed (seriously? She supposed she called him "the brat" for a reason), and somehow Fenton was having a hard time catching him.

That was her second sign as, sitting painfully on her heeled haunches, Aria was startled by something zooming by the window. She let out a startled yell, and she was forced to hide herself in a bush as someone approached the window. Getting her camera phone between the empty spaces of the shrub, she quickly snapped a picture of Phantom as his eyes darted around outside, before he finally shut the blinds.

Swearing under her breath, she quickly ran around the house, thanking her lucky stars when she saw the three same ghosts inside one of the living rooms. She picked a couple of twigs out of her hair before ducking under the window frame and pressing her ear against one of the subtle cracks in the window. She held her breath and listened to them argue about the little ghost's bedtime.

She heard Phantom's muffled demand that the little ghost 'turn back' while Plasmius nodded his agreement.

A flash of light caught her attention, and she instinctively pressed the OK button on her cell phone to snap a picture of whatever anomaly was going on inside. She looked down at the finished product and rolled her eyes.

Blue rings around the little ghost's waist caught him mid-transformation and showed that he was actually the brat. She wasn't really surprised – she always knew he was a little monster. Two recurring flashes of light, however, made her snap to attention and curse the fact that her camera hadn't been ready that time.

Her eyes widened and she had to hold in an excited squeal as both Plasmius and Phantom suddenly became Fenton and his boyfriend.

"This is what we're going to do from now on: to be fair, no ghost forms in the house past Dan's bedtime," Masters/Plasmius' muffled voice said.

Of course she was right! They were a family of ghosts!

Aria was rather simple-minded, so she had no quarrels with statements such as "But that's impossible! Human-ghost hybrids can't exist!" She wasn't surprised, but rather giddy at the implications of it. Oh, it was so exciting!

It was fine, though. Even if her husband hadn't bothered to tell her this delicious bit of news, she was okay with it. She smirked. She could keep a secret, too. Or a good bit of blackmail, if ever necessary. Vlad Masters was one of the world's richest men, after all.

But most of all – oh, she couldn't wait to tell her cousin! After all, her husband was best friends with the Danny Phantom! Not to mention that sexy Vlad Plasmius!

She squealed in delight again, barely believing her eyes and all that she had uncovered in a successful night's snooping.

"Did you hear that, Daniel?"

Aria froze for a second, then took her heels in one hand and ran back to her car as fast as her feet would carry her.