Chapter 15:

Danny POV-

"Why are you guys so couple-y all of a sudden?" Tucker asked as we approached the lunch table, his eyebrow raised. Wren, who was already there, giggled knowingly.

"Long story," I laughed sitting down next to Sam.

"I've been trying to get you two together for years, what finally did it?" Tucker questioned.

I shared a look between Sam and Wren, trying to find the best way of telling him.

"Let's just say, they got a glimpse of their future," Wren spoke up with a smirk. Tucker studied her with a confused look on his face.

I leaned closer over the table, lowering my voice.

"You remember how none of them were on any databases?" I asked and Tucker nodded in response, "That's because they're not from this time period."

"So you're from the future?" Tucker asked Wren, "That's awesome! What kind of technology do they have in the future?"

The three of us groaned in unison, he wasn't getting this.

"Not the point Tucker," I sighed, and then he looked confused again. It's funny for such a technology genius; he can be as dense as me sometimes.

Wren leaned over and whispered something to him, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Wait what? She's your daughter?!" he exclaimed a little too loudly.

"Shh! Yes," I hushed him. Tucker looked between the three of us with a smirk.

"I see the resemblance now. Wow, three kids, you guys must have gotten busy," he grinned.

I blushed and I saw Sam kick Tucker from under the table.

"Eww!" Wren squealed, "So not something I want to think about," she shuddered for emphasis.

"She does she have...you know," Tucker said after a minute. I knew what he meant. Ghost powers.

I nodded, and he laughed.

"Haha, not only do you have three kids, but you have three kids with superpowers. You guys are going to have your hands full," Tucker laughed and Sam kicked him again.

"Well, don't you want to know about your future," I smirked. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam trying not to laugh.

"Um...yeah, I guess," he said almost like a question, "What's my future like?" he turned to Wren.

"Well," the corners of her lips turned up, "you have a daughter."

"With who?" he wondered looking around the cafeteria.

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," the three of us said in unison.

"Why, who is it?" he asked, seeming to be a little worried now.

"Okay," you see that girl over there, Wren pointed to the popular table where a dark skinned girl with hair pulled in a ponytail and glasses was watching the conversation between the popular kids, clearly feeling like she didn't belong there. Tucker saw her and nodded.

"Well, that's Sasha, your daughter," Wren said and Tucker looked at Sasha thoughtfully, "And she," Wren continued, "Is sitting next to her mom."

It only took a minute for Tucker to realize thy Sasha was sitting between Paulina and Kwan, leaving only one possible person for her mom to be...

"Paulina?! Really?" he asked in disbelief and Wren nodded with a shrug. I understood why he was so surprised. In the few times Tucker had asked her out, she had both turned him down and humiliated him, but the more I looked at Sasha, the more traits I saw of both of her parents. She had a skin tone between Paulina's and Tucker's, but her long hair was all her mom, styled and pulled back (and something tells me her mom had something to do with the pink baby tee she was wearing too). And the poor eyesight, of course, came from Tucker.

"Hmm..." Tucker mused, getting the look on his face that he gets when he has an idea. And I knew what it was too.

"Dude, I wouldn't," I warned.

"How do you even know what I was thinking?" he exclaimed.

"Because I know you. Trust me, it's not going to work, she doesn't know," I told him.

"Yeah, I don't think you guys really connected until you were in college anyway," Wren told him.

"Well I'm going to try," he stood up, walking to the popular table. I shook my head, knowing where this was going.

I couldn't hear what he said, but I saw Paulina raise her hand. I cringed as I heard the crisp snap of her slap across his face in the now silent cafeteria.

Tucker came back to the table, a bright red hand print across his cheek.

"Told you so," Wren and I said in unison. Tucker looked between us.

"Wow, she is your daughter," he remarked and Sam, Wren, and I laughed.

'Wren laughs like Sam,' I realized with a smile.

I thought back to that night she was telling me about her family.

"So sometimes he can be kind of strict...but he's also funny and always makes time for us," she had told me. At the time, I hadn't known that she was talking about me, but it made me feel good that, even while fighting a war, I make time for my kids.

"My mom is sometimes even stricter than my dad," I smiled. I believed it. Knowing Sam, she probably would be the one handling all the discipline, even when she scolded Wren for language earlier.

'Except for driving, and boys,' I decided. Wren won't be dating until she's like forty. I may not be her dad yet, but I'm even overprotective of Jazz and she's my older sister.

I remembered Wren telling me about how she was good at soccer and liked to paint, both of which she must have gotten from Sam. Sam is one of the most athletic girls in our grade (she just chooses not to join teams or play sports) and she is also very creative. I mean, I can draw, but not like Sam, she even designed my Danny Phantom logo. Wren said she gets her impulsiveness from me. Of all the things I could have passed onto my daughter, that would not have been what I would have picked.

On the other end of the spectrum is Jackson. He must have inherited his lack of ability to play sports from me, yet another thing I would not have chosen to pass on. But, on the upside, Wren said that he gets good grades and thinks things through; those he definitely got from Sam.

Then, of course, there is Eli. The bright orange hair he has must have come from either my mom or Sam's mom and skipped a generation, but other than that he's too young for me to start pinning genetics on. But…I'm pretty sure that my dislike of the Packers and hate of all things Vlad rubbed off onto all three of my kids, not that I really have an objection to that.

"…so that means James is Dash's son right?" heard Tucker ask, coming out of my thoughts.

"Yep, him, his sister Gracie, and his brother Robby. And Carrie is Jazz's daughter, and Mikey and Thomas are Danielle's sons, and Brenda is Kwan and Star's daughter…you know they're not very hard to spot, most of them are sitting with their parents," she told him.

"Does Jazz know yet?" Tucker asked me.

"Nope, we're going to tell her after school, which will be perfect because I think Carrie is over anyway to do a project with her. Want to join us?" I grinned.

"Are you kidding? And miss her reaction when she finds out that she gets into Yale, gets married and has a daughter? Never," he laughed. "So is Dash as big of a jerk in the future as he is now?"

"No, actually, he was the chief of police before the war started, but, for as long as I can remember, you guys have always been friends.

"Wow, I can't even imagine it. Of course, now it makes sense why you stood up for us," Tucker pointed out. I had almost forgotten about that, now, it almost seemed like forever ago.

"Yeah, well…nobody insults my family," she blushed sheepishly. Not letting people mess with her or her family, definitely a genetic trait, but one that she got from both Sam and I. And, of course, her response of instinctually coming to Sam and me after we had saved her from Dash also made sense now. She ran to us because she knows that we can keep her safe.

Which is exactly what I should be doing. I knew I would have to train her, but what I didn't know was how this would affect the course of the war.

But there is one ghost who would.