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EPISODE: SILENCE IS NOT GOLDEN

Disclaimer: I do not own the TV series Full House or its characters in any way, shape, or form. The character Bobby Tanner was an idea given to me by StephanieandMichelle4life.

WARNINGS: IMPLIED CHILD ABUSE

Pam and Danny were in love, but they did have their problems, particularly after DJ was born. It wasn't DJ's fault, of course: Danny and Pam simply couldn't agree on how to parent DJ, and it resulted in hundreds of fights over the span of two years. Danny was too overprotective; Pam wasn't protective enough. Danny put too much emphasis on education; Pam didn't put enough emphasis on education. Danny was too lenient with discipline; Pam was too strict when it came to discipline. Danny didn't allow DJ to have enough fun (if bubble wrapping her when she was two years old to make sure she was safe was any indication); Pam might have let DJ have a little too much fun (if all the injuries DJ had sustained from jumping off of stuff and getting into trouble when Pam wasn't keep a close enough eye on her said anything).

Neither of them were bad parents. They both had their extremes when it came to parenting, but they loved their baby girl with everything they had- body, mind, heart, and soul. They were good parents. They simply couldn't agree on how to raise their daughter.

After one fight too many, Pam and Danny got a divorce. It was settled peacefully. They still lived close to each other, so DJ lived with Danny for the first two weeks of every month, and she lived with Pam for the last two weeks of every month. They alternated on holidays and occasionally made exceptions, usually for family events. It wasn't a perfect system, but it worked better than most of the compromises the parents had seen other people come up with.

Less than a year after divorcing Danny, Pam met Jackson Villa, a sweet guy she truly liked, and after four months of dating, they had sex with each other for the first time.

Nine months later, Bobby Villa was born.

Within a week of his son's birth, Jackson took off without a word or even a note. Heartbroken, Pam moved in with Danny; it was only meant to be temporary- until she got back on her feet- but she wound up falling in love with Danny all over again.

The saying is true. True lovers always find their way back to each other.

Pam and Danny remarried on June 19th, 1984, and Danny legally adopted Bobby on September 22nd, 1984 (he started the process the day after him and Pam were remarried, but without a biological father there to sign away his parental rights, it took a lot of paper work). Bobby's last name was changed- from Villa to Tanner- and he officially became a part of the Tanner family. Stephanie was born not too long after that, and Michelle followed a few years later. The Tanner family was complete and happy.

Pam's death changed everything.

Maybe it was because Pam was his only biological parent. Maybe it was because his father had abandoned him, and his mother dying must have felt like being abandoned all over again. Maybe it was something else entirely. But either way, Bobby took her death the hardest, even harder than Danny did.

Jesse and Joey moved in with Danny and the kids. Time went on. The years passed. The kids grew older and slowly healed from the harsh blow of their mother's death. DJ and Stephanie and even Michelle made friends and even dated, in DJ's case (or in Stephanie's case, got married to a fellow student in a backyard wedding with a five year old as the Minister).

Bobby remained a loner. He was nice, but he was… how do I put this delicately? Aloof, or as he called himself, a lone wolf. And he was okay with that.

But Bobby abandoned the whole lone wolf idea the day he met his first best friend… Charles.

Footsteps pounded on the stairs, and thirteen year old Bobby didn't have time to get out of the way as a boy a little younger than him slammed into him.

"I am so sorry," Stephanie's classmate- Charles, Bobby vaguely remembered- stammered, helping him to his feet.

"It's fine," Bobby chuckled.

Charles checked his watch, and his breathing sped up, and Bobby worried the poor guy might find himself caught in a panic attack right that second.

"I'm late. My dad's gonna kill me," he muttered.

Charles was hyperventilating, and Bobby placed his hands on the kid's shoulders to try and bring him back to reality.

"Kid, calm down, I'm sure it's not that bad…" Bobby began, but he trailed off when a flash of an ugly purplish-blue color caught his eye under Charles's jacket. As though he had entered a trance, he slowly pushed aside the jacket to reveal a thumb shaped bruise on Charles's collarbone, and seeing it was connected to an even larger bruise, Bobby tried to push the jacket aside to get a better look. Charles shrugged his hands off, but Bobby had already seen the fresh hand shaped bruise on Charles's shoulder. The hand was much too large to belong to another kid. A hand that size could only belong to an adult and seeing Charles's reaction after he realized he was late and his father would be angry... the pieces clicked together in Bobby's mind.

"Oh," Bobby murmured.

Charles rushed for the door, but Bobby grabbed him gently by the elbow.

"Why don't you stay here tonight?" Bobby asked. "It'll give your dad some time to cool off."

Charles frowned. "Are you sure your dad would be okay with that? I don't think he likes me very much."

Bobby nodded and looked up as his dad walked into the room.

"Hey, Dad! Can Charles stay over tonight?" Bobby asked.

Danny was pleasantly surprised; Bobby had never even invited a classmate over, much less an actual friend. He was so happy Bobby was having a friend over, he didn't care that Charles had been overly rude to all of them just over an hour ago. If Bobby was inviting him to stay, he must've cleaned up his act in the hour he'd been here, or Bobby would've literally kicked him out for being rude to Stephanie.

"Sure," Danny agreed, grabbing a dirty jacket thrown over the back of the couch and returning to the laundry room.

For several moments, an awkward silence hung heavy in the air.

"So…" Bobby stated, awkwardly. "What do you like to do for fun?"

"Watch TV, skateboarding," Charles answered.

Bobby grinned. "I love skateboarding. It's my favorite sport, even if Joey tries to tell me its not a real sport."

Charles chuckled. "I know! So many people have not accepted skateboarding as a real sport, and I think that's bull."

"Amen, brother!" Bobby agreed before turning on the TV and searching through the movie cabinet. "Michelle accidentally broke my skateboard last week, but we do have TV. What do you want to watch?"

"Do you have Home Alone?" Charles asked.

Bobby smiled. "Yeah! I love that movie!"

"Keep the change, you filthy animal," they quoted in unison with nasally voices and identical sneers on their faces before dissolving into laughter.

When Stephanie came downstairs half an hour later, she found Charles and Bobby lounging on the couch watching Home Alone, laughing and stuffing their faces with popcorn and soda. They both looked like they were having the time of their lives, and Bobby looked happier than Stephanie had ever seen him.

She smiled but remained silent, not wanting to ruin the perfect friendship moment happening before her, before continuing into the kitchen to get some juice from the refrigerator. As the kitchen door shut behind her, she heard the two boys laugh and comment, "Classic," in tandem before high fiving each other, acting as if they'd known each other their entire lives.

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