It has been a few weeks now since Stephanie Tanner ran into Charles at the market. The two are forming an undeniable friendship. Although, no one told Stephanie how hard it would be to befriend someone who had a past like Charles'. This friendship may be more interesting then either originally thought.

GuestReader: Gia will not be in this story, but I would encourage you to hold out hope for the future. ;) As for the rest of the family, well, you'll just have to wait and see.

I love chocolate: I am considering doing another story after this one, but it simply depends on how this one ends. Each of the stories will only have a handful of chapters though. Also, I've never seen any other Stephanie-Charles fanfiction, but I am glad that you like it.

All rights go to the creators of Full House and Fuller House.


Chapter One

"Wait, a minute," Charles paused to continue laughing, "you actually put your cell phone in your nephew's diaper?"

Stephanie nodded and joined him in laughing. "Yes, then my sister called and I had to act like everything was normal while I was talking to her through Tommy's butt," she explained taking a sip of her coffee. The two were at the Java Club, again. This was the third time this week alone.

This just made him laugh harder.

"Wow, Tanner. Some maternal instincts you got there," he mocked.

"Oh, shut up," she said half-heartedly. "I'd love to see you give it a try."

"I'm sure I could do better than that," he challenged.

Stephanie raised a challenging eyebrow. "Okay," she dared him, "Next time Kimmie, DJ, and I have a girls night you can watch the kids."

His smile dropped slightly. "What?"

"You heard me. You can babysit next time we go out and then we will see if you're worthy of said paternal instincts." She sent him a knowing smirk.

Pursing his lips, he rose to the occasion. "Fine, I will baby sit for you. I mean, come on, how hard can it be to babysit two thirteen year olds, a seven year old, and a baby?"

"We will just have to see about that now, won't we?" Stephanie grinned at the outcome of the day.

"Yes, we will," he agreed.

The two smiled at each other. Their friendship may have been slow at first, but now it is becoming fast and easy, similar to most of Stephanie's former relationships. She just hoped that this one stayed for a long, long time.

Walking into the house was no easy task anymore. Anytime Stephanie would leave the house to meet Charles or she would return from meeting him then Kimmie and DJ would give her grief for it. They liked to think that there was something between the two, no matter how much Stephanie denied that fact.

Taking a moment to prepare herself, Stephanie hesitantly opened the back door and walked into the kitchen. DJ and Kimmie were, thankfully, nowhere to be seen. Jackson and Ramona, however, were watching a movie on their laptop at the kitchen table.

"Hey guys," she greeted them as she put her purse on the table.

"Hey," they both replied in a monotone voice.

Stephanie smiled at the two. When Stephanie still lived in England DJ would constantly tell her about how Jackson and Ramona would constantly fight and claim to hate each other. Only now after a few months of living together the two seemed to finally turn over a new leaf. However, Stephanie will forever wait for the day that those two become more then friends.

With a final shake of her head, Stephanie left the two at the table and walked down the stairs and into her basement bedroom. She set her purse down on the couch in her far wall of her room, and then made her way to the closet. Opening the sliding doors she reached onto the shelf and pulled down an old familiar shoe box that sat next to her former playmate, Mr. Bear.

Pulling off the lid of the shoe box, Stephanie allowed memories to overwhelm her. Inside the shoe box held not only the past, but the present as well. Stephanie began to shuffle through years of pictures, certificates, her high school diploma, yearbooks, a tape of her first performance DJ-ing, not to mention her former "lucky" scarf. That scarf became a reminder for herself of how someday, somehow, Stephanie would love to have a family of her own.

Shuffling down to the very bottom of the box Stephanie pulled out a single page of notebook paper. Studying it, she immediately recognized her handwriting from fifth grade. The assignment: Finding the Best in People. Taking a moment to remember that day when she saw a different part of Charles, she began to scan the page.

The objective: finding the best in people.

My dad once told me there was good in everyone and I didn't believe him, or at least not until later on. After school, Charles and I sat in my bedroom and attempted to work on the assignment. As time dragged on I figured that completing this would be impossible. There was no way there could be good in him, I thought to myself. Even Fluffner didn't like Charles.

But by the end of the day my opinion of Charles changed. Now I don't know what his opinion of me is, but I learned a few things that made me understand him a little bit better. First of all, Charles and I have something in common. We both lost our mothers. Neither of us will ever hear her voice, or get a hug, or have her hold us when we're sad. That is a pain only someone who has lost a parent can understand.

Before Charles left he asked me to keep a secret for him. A part of me is scared for him, but there is nothing a child like me can do. So I agreed to keep that secret. It is the reason my opinion of him changed. He is no longer the obnoxatron. To me is just another little kid who is trying to navigate through the world.

I may not know if Charles is truly good on the inside, but I do know that he acts the way he does for a reason, several actually, and each is a good one. Hopefully someday things will change, and Charles will begin to show the good inside of himself.

Lifting her eyes from the page, Stephanie was reminded of how the very next day she was told of Charles' 'accidental' fall down the stairs. From then on she would not turn in the assignment, and for the next twenty-three years she would wonder if Charles was alright and safe out in the world.


So here is the first chapter of Befriending the Past. I hope you like the assignment idea I had. I just figured that it seemed like something she would do. Let me know what you think. There should be about four chapters in this story by the way.

~Kaylee