Disclaimer: I do not own Full House or any of its characters (gee I'm having deja vu I think I've typed this before). LOL.

Author's Note: Sry I haven't updated in a while, I've been busy reading others story, but I'm gonna try to update more steadily.

Chapter Three

*Jesse's Funeral*

DJ sighed as she stared out her window to the house next door. Three days had passed since Uncle Jesse had died and today their was the funeral. While making all the funeral plans DJ had realized that everybody was handling their grief in their own way.

Joey had become silent, sure he talked, but he always looked like there was something disturbing him. Like he had something on his mind that he didn't want too.

Aunt Becky had also become silent. She had been totally avoiding DJ since she came home from the hospital. She wouldn't even look at DJ most of the time, just give her a disappointed look every once in a while.

Her father, who had always been a cleaning fanatic, now put his whole heart into it and cleaned about 18 hours a day. Not even resting most of the time. DJ was worried about him.

Stephanie, who had always been the talkative one, talked nonstop now. She went on about everything, except for her uncle. She rarely talked about Uncle Jesse and when she did it was for brief periods of time.

Michelle had probably taken the most mature way to deal with her grief. She talked to DJ about how hard it was to move on, but that eventually she would have to move on. As would everyone else. Michelle cried when she felt like it over her Uncle's death, yet she didn't cry all the time. DJ sighed, her littlest sister, in some ways, was the most mature of the family.

If Michelle had taken the best route to deal with her grief, then Nicky and Alex had taken the worst. Nicky had stopped running through the house shouting at the top of his lungs that his dad wasn't dead, but Nicky refused to believe he was dead. Every time somebody talked about the funeral or Jesse's death he would shout at them and say his dad was just gone on a business trip. Alex, on the other hand, said only two words repeatedly over the last three days, daddy's dead. The twins didn't even have each other because Nicky refused to listen to anybody who said that his father had died. So, the twins had been avoiding each other.

As DJ looked out the window she suddenly saw somebody familiar step out of a taxi next door. She ran downstairs and into the neighbor's yard.

"Kimmy!" DJ shouted as Kimmy dropped her bags and gave her best friend a hug.

"Hey Deej," Kimmy greeted, picking back up her bags, DJ helping her, and walking towards her house.

"Whatcha doing here?" DJ asked her friend curiously.

"Well, I know Jesse never liked me much," Kimmy admitted, "But, you're my best friend, plus I always kinda had a secret thing for him."

"Kimmy, hon, that was never a secret," DJ informed her friend, "Who called you though?"

"Oh, Stephanie did, I'm pretty disappointed that you didn't," Kimmy said, giving her friend the evil eye.

"I didn't want you to worry," DJ protested, "I was gonna tell you when we got back to Los Angeles."

"Yeah, but you needed me now," Kimmy pointed out.

***

Becky looked out the window to see DJ with Kimmy. She wished that she still had a good friend that could help her through this. But, she had become alienated with all her friends the instant she had married Jesse, they thought they were to good to associate with him.

She felt really bad about not talking to DJ about what she had told her. She knew DJ felt bad about this and Becky had always been closest with her oldest niece, probably because the age difference wasn't as big as Michelle and her, or Stephanie and her. But talking to DJ made her think of the hospital and she couldn't think of that.

Becky also felt overwhelmed. She didn't know how to deal with her husband's death, let alone help the twins deal with his death. Both of them were trying to grieve, yet not very healthily. Becky didn't know what to say to the twins to make them feel better. All she could think of was Jesse and how she wished he was back. Yet, she knew that was selfish and she needed to help her boys deal with their grief. It was just too hard though.

***

"Hey Joey," Danny greeted as Joey walked down the stairs to see Danny manically cleaning the stove for the tenth time that morning.

"Danny, I think the stove is clean," Joey said seriously, then added, "I need to talk to you."

"Go ahead," Danny said, not even paying attention to Joey's first statement, he kept scrubbing the stove.

"Well, it has something to do with something Jesse told me before he married Becky," Joey started, causing Danny to look up at him, unconsciously still scrubbing.

"Yeah?" Danny asked.

"He told me to marry Becky if anything happened to him," Joey said, letting out a breath, "And I don't know how to deal with that."

Danny actually laughed as Joey looked so confused and serious.

"What? What's so funny?" Joey demanded to know, Danny took a breath.

"I'm sorry, its just that that's the kind of promise that you make that the person just feels better about making, not one you're actually supposed to keep," Danny told him.

"So, I don't have to marry Becky?" Joey asked, letting out a sigh.

"No, you don't. Plus, look at it this way, it would be wrong. Jesse was your best friend and it would be like stealing his woman, whether he's dead or alive," Danny informed him, "And knowing Jesse he'd find a way to come back and haunt you."

"I guess you're right," Joey admitted, "Actually, I'm kinda relieved, I mean I like Becky, but I don't, and never could, love her, to me she'll always be Jesse's girl."

"Yeah, that's a good attitude," Danny encouraged him, then changed the subject, "Are you ready for this funeral?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Joey said, "Which isn't that ready."

***

Stephanie let out a deep breath. Joey and her father had asked her and her sisters if any of them wanted to say something at the funeral. Understandably, DJ and Michelle declined, knowing that it would hurt them more to talk about him in front of a room full of people. But Stephanie wasn't like her sisters, this was the best way she knew how to deal with her grief, was too talk. And she didn't think she could get through the whole funeral without talking. So, as she stood up to address the mourners she realized that this was probably for the best.

But then she stood at the podium and looked across the audience to see her family. Her father and Joey both had tears streaming down their face, showing emotions they had hardly ever shown before. But they had just lost their best friend. And Michelle and DJ both were bawling, having lost their favorite uncle. Michelle was holding Lauren tight, who didn't really know what was going on. While DJ had both her husband and her best friend there to comfort her. Then she saw Becky, who was bawling worse than anybody, with the twins on either side of her, both not looking at the front, or paying attention.

Taking another deep breath and looking at Heath for support Stephanie started.

"Well, when my dad asked if anybody would like to talk at this funeral a poem I wrote in fourth grade came to mind, about my Uncle Jesse, so, if its okay, I'd like to share it with you first," Stephanie started.

"My Uncle Jesse

Likes to play guitar

He is cool

And he doesn't drive a car

He's really nice

And helps me out

He knows what I feel

And what loves all about

He's got a great wife

Who loves him a lot

And I'm glad there together

Cause he just rocks."

"Okay," Stephanie relented, "Its not that good of a poem, actually its really bad, but I never claimed to be a poet."

"But my poem did really describe my uncle as well as my fourth grade mind could see him. And he does have a lot of these characteristics. Like he likes to play in a band on his guitar, or drums sometimes, and he is really nice, and I was glad that he found Aunt Becky. But I'm not saying my uncle was perfect, he had a tendency to be a little hotheaded and tried too take too many tasks at one time, not wanting anyone to help him," Stephanie said, then she took a breath, "But for all the rock and motorcycle I saw in Uncle Jesse there was so much more. He loved us all, and would do anything for each and everyone of us. He had a tender heart, unlike the image he had tried to portray before coming to live with us. I'll admit it, Uncle Jesse is the person I have cried the most over losing, I really loved him, I know we all did. And he will always be missed."

As Stephanie sat back down, DJ squeezed her hand. DJ knew that Jesse really did love her uncle and that the reason that his death was more painful than her mother's was because she didn't really know her mother, she had been so young.

***

Stephanie filed past her uncle's body, and turned to Heath and buried her head in his chest, while he just stroked her back. Soon, all of the friends and family member's that were there had passed by Jesse's body except Nicky, Alex, and Becky, because they were shaking people's hands and listening to their condolences, or at least Becky was, Nicky and Alex were just staring off into space.

Alex walked in front of his brother to go buy his father's body. As he looked at his father's dead, cold body in the casket he reached a hand out and touched the body. Instead of still walking, Alex just collapsed on the ground and covered his head and started crying.

"Daddy's dead," he whimpered, "Daddy's dead."

Nicky, being behind his brother, took a quick glance at his father's body then looked at his brother, who was crying. He quickly looked once again at his dad's body, then sat down beside his brother and wrapped both his arms around his brother and started crying.

The others looked at the two boys, feeling sorry for them, yet also wanting to be able to just let go like that and hang onto each other and cry like the twins were doing at the moment. They just wanted to break down and cry.

***

"How are the twins?" Michelle asked as Becky came back downstairs from trying to come the twins.

"Well, they both have accepted that Jesse's dead, but now they don't want to go anywhere without the other," Becky said, sighing.

"You know Becky, I think the twins had the right idea back there, if you really want to just let go and cry, we would all understand," Danny told her.

"I know you would, and I love you all for it," Becky said, "But if I started crying now I may never be able to stop for Nicky and Alex."

"We'll all be there for the twins too," Stephanie pointed out.

"No, I think I just need to remain strong," then she looked around the group, and at the rest of the crowd gathered for the mourning lunch, "Where's Deej?"

"She's in the kitchen, her and Kimmy are putting the finishing touches on lunch," Joey said. Becky nodded then walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Becky," Kimmy greeted as Becky walked in.

"Hey Kimmy," Becky said back, then continued, "Would you mind excusing us for a second?"

"Yeah, I'll leave," Kimmy said, who, by now, had heard the whole story, but then she added, "Only if you give me five bucks."

"Kimmy, leave!" DJ commanded her best friend, who quickly scurried out of the kitchen. DJ then turned to Becky.

"So, what's going?" DJ asked Becky, who sighed.

"I wasn't treating you fairly," Becky admitted, "You told me about Jesse because your dad and Joey did not."

"I had no right to not talk to you because of it," Becky continued, "I really think it was mainly because I had lost my husband, and you told me, and every time I saw you I saw that moment when I knew it was true all over again."

"Aunt Becky, I'm sorry," DJ said, her lips trembling, "I should have never told you, I should have made Joey or my dad go back and tell you."

"No," Becky said fiercely, putting her arm around her niece, "You did the right thing and I love you for telling me because I needed to hear it, I could already feel something was wrong, and if you wouldn't have told me than Michelle would've, then she would have the twins and me to worry about."

"I was just so worried about you," DJ said, wiping the tears from her eyes, "I didn't want you to just give up if I told you, but I just had to."

"Deej, I now know that you will always be there for me, and I like knowing that," Becky soothingly said, "I need somebody I can depend on."

All of a sudden, DJ gained her composure back.

"I'm not supposed to be the one getting comforted here," DJ said, "You're the one who lost your husband."

"I know," Becky said, quivering, "And I hate the fact that he's gone, but somebody else needed me."

"Come on Aunt Becky," DJ said, "You got to let go of your emotions or they'll just build up and explode one day."

"I can't believe he's gone," Becky suddenly said, "I mean, I just have this feeling that it should have been me, not him. That everybody would be a lot better off without me, but not without Jesse. He always helped everybody. He was always trying to do everything. It should have been me."

"No, you're wrong," DJ said firmly as her aunt started to cry. DJ wrapped both her arms around her aunt, "You've helped me plenty of times, and it was just Uncle Jesse's time to go. Not yours."

"But what happens if it was supposed to be mine, but he died in my place?" Becky asked. DJ didn't answer, she just continued to stroke her aunt's hair, wondering if it was really Uncle Jesse's turn to die at all, or if it was somebody else's and he had died for them. It wouldn't have been the first time that her uncle Jesse had done something at the expense to himself to keep another person going.