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Full House

Season One; Episode One:

Our Very First Show

(Dylan's POV)

As of now there were five people living in this house. Soon to be four, then six. Myself(twenty one), my younger adopted sister Nudge Tanner(eleven), my sister-in-law Artiglio Venom(eight), and my twenty month old daughter Michelle were going to stay in this house while my mother (who was leaving since it was now a year after my wife's death) was leaving today.

Then my brother-in-law and my best bud would be moving in to help me raise the girls.

A lot had changed since Pam's death, but the girls were coping as well as they could. She was like a mother figure to all of them.

"Mom, do you have to go?" Nudge asked, tugging on her own black hair that matched well with her mocha skin.

"Yes, honey. I have to get back to work. You're brother will take care of you," my mother winked at me, brushing her golden blond hair out of her ocean green blue eyes and reminding me so much of myself.

"Ms Tanner," Artiglio's voice came from the bottom of the stairs, "Do you know when my parents will be back from Greece?"

I stepped in before my mother could answer, "They said there was still a lot of work to be done after the disaster, so you're more than likely staying in my custody."

My mother glanced down at her watch, "Oh, I've got to go if I want to catch my plane."

Then I spent a total of five minutes pulling the three girls apart.

As soon as my mother's cab pulled away, Nudge walked inside and plopped down on the couch with a huff.

"Oh, come on. Fang and Iggy should be here anytime. You guys usually have a great time."

Artiglio got a big grin on her face, "That's right! My brother should be here sometime today! I'll go finish moving my stuff into Nudge's room!"

Just as she disappeared up the stairs and down the hallway, the front door opened to show a big mass of crinkled clothes with legs.

"Iggy!" I called happily, going to try and give him a huge and ending up with my arms full of the clothes.

"This is great," I heard him say, "I move into a place with a washing machine the same day I run out of clean clothes."

And with that, I dropped them on the floor.

"Well, it's going to be great having you live here, buddy," I said, patting him on the back.

"Care to show me my room?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips. His strawberry blond hair was cut short and his blue eyes were wide and happy.

"Yup," I said, walking into the alcove in the back of the living room.

"This is my room? It's so small!"

"Yes, but it's where you will live. For free."

"What was I saying? It's enormous!" Iggy said loudly, imitating the echo after the last word.

"Hey, Iggy," Nudge muttered, walking past him and up the stairs.

His eyebrows scrunched together, "Is she not taking it well?"

"About something. Not Pam, I don't think, or she would've been acting like this before. It must be something that came up with my mother leaving."

He shrugged, "Where's the little one?"

"She's in her room taking a nap. If you could go get her, that's be great. I have to feed her something soon."

Iggy gave me a big grin, running up the stairs and leaving me to myself.

The front door slammed open once again, my brother-in-law walking in with his bags. His black bangs were falling into his obsidian eyes, the rest falling to his shoulders.

"Where will I be staying?" he asked, a look in his eyes telling me that he obviously had a long night. And the dark, huge bruise like hickeys on his neck said a lot too.

"Upstairs," I said simply, leading him up the stairs. Once you got up the stairs there was a hallway with three doors on one side and two on the other. On the side with three, the one closest led to the attic, the one after that to the bathroom, then the next was Nudge's (and now Artiglio's) room. On the other side, the closest was Michelle's room and I led Fang into the one just past that.

"This was your little sister's old room," I explained, gesturing to the blue room with a closet on one side and a bare mattress setting on its bed frame.

"What's with the bunnies?" he asked, pointing at the double stripe of pink bunnies across the entire room on the walls.

"She went through a pink stage."

"All I need is a Barbie's dream house under the window."

"We have one," I replied, watching as he chuckled. "I'm glad you and Iggy decided to move in and help me. It's going to mean a lot to the girls."

He nodded, "Dylan, I loved Pam. And I love Lio and Nudge. I'm glad to help. My sisters meant the world to me. When you became part of Pam's family, you became part of mine."

I took a deep breath before wrapping my arms around Fang, "Thank you so much."

"You're hugging me in a room with pink bunnies!" he shouted, making me let go.

"Sorry. I'm…" I sighed, "I'm Dylan Tanner and I'm a lean mean hugging machine."

His eyebrow twitched before he huffed, "If you ever feel the need to hug me again, don't. One day, we'll set aside some special time for you to try and hug me and for me to scream for mercy."

I laughed, punching his shoulder.

(Nudge's POV)

I finished pulling the yellow tape across the middle of the room. A noise came from behind me, making me turn around. Artiglio was standing there, holding onto her teddy bear with her obsidian eyes wide and her black hair pulled up into a long braid.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Making boundaries," I huffed, picking her up by underneath her arms and placing her on the other side of the yellow tape. "You're not allowed to cross this line."

"How am I supposed to get out?"

"Find a way. You're not allowed to step a foot on this side."

"Fine," she said calmly, setting Mr. Bear on her bed before walking over to the window that was so big it fit on both sides. She tugged on the curtain, making sure it was strong enough, before beginning to climb up it like a little spider monkey.

Once she reached the top, she began using all her strength to climb across using the bar. After a minute, she reached my side.

And that's when I pulled the string, causing her and the curtain to move back to where she started.

"Lio, what are you doing?" Dylan's voice came from behind me.

"Oh, just hanging," was her reply.

"Get down from there," he said, taking her down and setting on the ground.

Artiglio's eyes spotted something (or someone) else behind me, a grin spreading across her face, "Fang! Can I have a piggy back ride?"

"Sure," he answered, carrying her out of the room.

I turned to Dylan, "The kid's smart."

(Fang's POV)

The door bell rang, pulling me out of the kitchen and through the living room to the front door. Behind the door stood Justine, a woman who I had met only last night.

"I thought you were supposed to be out of the country by now?" I asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Flight schedule changed. Can I stay with you tonight?" she whispered, placing a hand on my black t-shirt that covered my torso.

"Have mercy," I muttered before a voice came from behind me.

"Fang!" Artiglio called, making me turn around, "Play ballerina with me!"

"Fang doesn't want to play ballerina," I replied to her.

"Yes he does."

"No he doesn't."

"Yes he does."

"No he doesn't."

"Yes he does," she wined, acting as if she was crying.

I crouched down to her level, "How do you play ballerina?"

"Like this!" she yelled excitedly, pulling me away from the door.

(Dylan's POV)

I held my baby Michelle in my arms, watching as Iggy and Artiglio came down the stairs in the kitchen/dining room. "Hey," Iggy said, messing with his diamond earring, "why don't we all go somewhere out tonight, so no one has to cook after moving in all this stuff *cough* me *cough*"

"Can you go pry Fang away from Justine, then? And Lio, can you go up to your room and get Nudge?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Cause she moved out."

Soon, I was yelling emergency and running up the stairs to their room, panic taking over my senses temporarily.

(Artiglio's POV)

The room was bare, like I had seen it before I came downstairs. Well, it was bare all except for my side.

I didn't listen as my brother, Dylan, and Iggy talked until they started making decisions and Dylan's voice got louder.

"Fang, you call the school; Iggy, you call the mall; I'll get a hold of the neighbors."

"And I'll get Nudge," I said proudly, about to leave the room when my brother grabbed hold of the back of my shirt.

Dylan crouched down in front of me, "Honey, do you know where Nudge is?"

"Yes I do."

"And you knew all along?"

"Yes I did."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Nobody asked me."

(Nudge's POV)

My best friend was a total of five years older than me, yet in the same grade. Lupo Greyback was actually very smart, but she wasn't one to do work on paper. If we did an oral quiz every day in class, she'd be set, but the sixteen year old clammed up and forgot everything she knew when a sheet of questions was set in front of her.

Right now, I was sitting on a long lawn chair and was stretched out as far as I could go in the garage, my phone pressed to my ear as I talked to Lupo.

Then I heard people storming down the stairs, Dylan starting to talk to me. I ignored him, trying to only focus on Lupo until I heard Iggy's imitating voice.

"Nudge," he said, trying to imitate Bill Cosby. "Why don't you move back in upstairs and I'll make you a big bowl of pudding?"

"No, Lupo, that's not really him." I hung up the phone, turning to the three men standing in front of me. "I was on the phone."

"Michelle is crying," Artiglio called down the stairs, making Iggy turn and walk up them.

"I'll go help him," Dylan said, his paranoid voice coming out. "Fang, can you take care of this?"

"Sure," he muttered, staring down at me like he was trying to figure out what I was. "Why don't you move back upstairs?"

"Nope." I popped the 'p'.

"I'll give you ten bucks if you move back."

"Fifty."

"Twenty."

"Forty nine."

"A buck?" he exclaimed, "You went down a buck?"

"Back up to fifty."

He sighed, "Fine, but just because I want to get back to Justine."

I took the cash he had holding out and began to pick up my stuff.

(Dylan's POV)

Fang and Nudge walked into the living room. "Good," I said, smiling at Fang.

He grinned back at me, "Now, I'm getting back to Justine."

"Justine's not up there!" I called just as he was about to go up the stairs.

He froze, his fist beating against the rail. "Where is she?" he asked, turning around.

"Well… I told her that, with three girls in the house, if she really needed a place to stay, she should sleep on the couch. And, she left."

"She left?" He whined before glaring at me, "You planned this, didn't you?" He turned to Nudge, "Deal's off, I want my money."

She slammed the cash into his hand before walking back to the kitchen and heading to the garage. I stared at my brother-in-law in disbelief. "You bribed her?"

He shrugged, "It worked, didn't it?"

I rolled my eyes before following Nudge. "Hey," I called, watching as she turned, "Why are you doing this?"

"Everything's changing," She said, huffing into a seat at the kitchen table as she tried not to let the tears that were brimming fall down her face. "First Pam, then Mom, now my own room?"

I sighed, "I don't know what to say. Pam was always better at this parenting thing. I bet she would've handled this differently."

"She would've caught me before I moved. She always knew what I was doing before I did it."

I nodded, "She always had a knack for stuff like that."

Nudge laughed, giving me a small smile, "I'll move back in with Lio. I don't think she'll be half bad."

"Plus," I added in, "If she ever gets too much, just make her spend the night in Michelle's room."

Part you have to look up: Jesse and Joey diapering Michelle.

A/N: I will have a part you have to look up from each episode that I either didn't know how to fit in or didn't want to take the time to explain or thought it would just simply be funnier for you if you saw the clip.