"What happened!" Becky, Stephanie, and Michelle all rushed through the door to the hospital, with Joey in front, escorting them.

Jesse stood up from reading one of the magazines on the table. "Where's Nicky and Alex?"

"Oh! Uh, Kimmy's watching them."

"Couldn't you just have done Stephanie, instead, huh?"

"I'm sorry honey, but now, I need to know what's going on with DJ!"

"Look, DJ's pregnant…and the father, we're—we're not completely sure of, but also, the baby might—might…" Jesse paused. "Might die."

Gasps from Becky, Stephanie, and Michelle all followed in unison. Becky put a hand to her forehead and sat down on the chairs. "Oh my goodness…"

"DJ's pregnant!" Stephanie said, trying to act like she did nothing wrong.

"I told you!" Michelle ranted on toward Becky. "And you knew too, Stephanie!"

"Diddd—did not!"

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"Did—".

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! No. Fighting." Jesse said, stopping the commotion.

"I placed a tape recorder in DJ's car and you were talking about it!"

"You little—you invaded mine and DJ's privacy!"

"So what? You lied!"

Jesse fell down into the chair and kissed Rebecca on the forehead. Joey stepped up. "Stephanie, if you knew this…why didn't you tell us?"

"Uh…" Stephanie stumbled into one of those moments where you can't ever seem to think of a good excuse.

"Yes, Stephanie, why didn't you tell the family?"

Stephanie shot Michelle a scowl and a ticket to a one-way ride to sisterly torture—the tickle-master.

"I, I, I—I was sort of, blackmailing DJ…" Stephanie admitted.

"Stephanie Tanner, you know that blackmailing is not allowed in this household, now that you did that, DJ is at risk to having her baby, die or, for DJ herself, to die as well. You just put your sister in a deep hole…it's time you helped her out of it." Jesse was done yelling at Stephanie and he walked out to ride on his Harley, to erase the thoughts that polluted his mind.

Everyone looked at her in disbelief.

For the next four hours, it was nothing but silence. Michelle entertained herself with a little portable videogame, shouting out "Aw!" and "I'm gonna get you!". Becky read tons of magazines. Joey practiced his comedy. Jesse was out riding. Stephanie, well, she just drowned in her sorrow.

A doctor came out. "DJ Tanner can talk now, the doctor gave her an epidural. One at a time, though." Stephanie went first.

She came through the door and DJ was weak with strength, Danny by her side, every moment. "Stepphhaanniie…" DJ said so low that it can't even be classified as a whisper.

"Deeje, are you alright?" Stephanie asked comfortingly, pulling up a chair and sitting next to the bed.

"I'm sorry, Deeje." Stephanie began to say, tears swelling in her eyes and she began to sob.

"Sorry about what!" Danny said, his eyes fixated on Stephanie.

"I, I—sort of blackmailed DJ."

"What! And you didn't tell me! Stephanie, your sister is in jeopardy because of what you did, this has got to be the most idiotic thing you've even done, since that time—"

"STOP!" DJ hollered, as high as she could yell. "Stop fighting! I don't care what Stephanie did, fighting will not stop what has happened, start living the presenttt…" DJ began to fade away. She'd used too much energy. "Jjust—tell, the father."

"Who's the father, DJ!"

DJ's eyes began to close, in and out. "Ne—Ne—" DJ began to fade away. She screamed. "NE—NE!"

"Who is it! DJ!" Danny hollered.

"Nelson." And DJ silently faded away.

A/N: Well, there you go, the long-awaited revealing of DJ's father, some of you who have followed the show a long ways, will know who Nelson is and recognize him.