Stronger Than Ever
Disclaimer: I really wish I owned Full House and it's characters, but sigh I don't.
A/N: Sorry it took so long! I couldn't figure out what to do next, but I know now. Just so you know, as misleading as the end of this chapter may be, it is NOT the end of the story. I'll tell you my plans for future chapters at the end of this chapter, so read, review, and enjoy! Oh, and also, I don't know much about trials and court and stuff, so if I do horrible with this and it really sucks, just bare with me, and you can give me suggestions in your reviews.
Chapter 8: The Trial
Four months had passed, and we had to go to court. Becky had healed very well, and she was now eight months pregnant, and she should be going into labor within a few weeks. Things had seemed more cheerful, Joey and Wendy got engaged and married, and DJ and Steve had gotten engaged.
Of course, as soon as the trial seemed to be lurking just around the corner, things tensed up. Though we had gotten a really good lawyer, it still seemed scary to have to relive all those horrible memories, especially for Danny, considering the whole shooting was very blurry for Becky and she didn't remember much about it, but not so much for Danny.
And finally, they day came where we went to the courthouse, only to find Detective Tyler chatting it up with our lawyer, whose name was Michael Jones.
After what seemed like a long time, we sat down, and we rose for the judge, Judge Warson, and we sat, again. They asked if anyone knew the defendant, and I was thinking, Becky does, though I knew they were talking about the jury. I looked over at Becky, and it looked as if she was thinking the same thing.
Kent's lawyer's name was Ian Morey. While Jones called Kent up to the stand, I caught a glimpse of Morey's face. He had scowl that was so twisted, you'd wonder if his face was just in a blender. He was one scary lookin' dude.
"Mr. Kent," said Jones. "Is it true, that you used to be, shall we say, involved with my client?"
Since this was the first time anyone had been called up for questions, Kent confusingly stared at him without saying a word,
Oh, come on. He can't be that stupid! Hasn't he ever watched those lawyer shows? I used to all the time! I thought, coldly.
Judge Warson said, "Um, this is the part where you're supposed to answer his question, and truthfully." (I should mention, in case you were wondering, that Judge Warson is a woman)
"In that case," said Kent, "the answer is yes, I did. But I never really thought Beck was for me." He winked at her. Disgraceful, poor Becky.
"Then why'd you-" Becky blurted out, with a cold, angry look in your eyes that I had never had the displeasure to see until now. And even now it wasn't a displeasure, because she was directing it towards Kent. I hate the guy. I don't hate many people, but he is definatly my number one most hated-by-me guy.
Before she said anymore, Judge Warson said, "Mrs. Katsopolis, Mr. Kent still has the floor here."
"Sorry," muttered Becky, clearly embarrased, but still mad.
An hour later, Morey called Becky to the stand. Becky looked at me nervously, and I nodded for her to go up.
"Mrs. Katsopolis," Morey began. "I am curious. Why did you honestly break up with Mr. Kent?"
"Because he thought I accused him of thinking he was Superman," was Becky's reply. A small laugh ripped through the jury.
"But you-" interrupted Kent.
" Mr. Kent-" said Judge Warson, but she didn't continue.
"Glad I'm not the only one who made that mistake," said Becky, just a little too loud.
Later, court was adjourned for the day, and we went home. "See, that wasn't too bad, was it Becky?" I asked.
"No. But today was all about my connections with him, tomorrow's going to be worse."
"Hey, don't worry Becky, there's no way he's going to get off. Jones has the security tape from that day at the gas station." I said.
"Yeah," said Becky. "That's the point. I know they're going to find him guilty, but I don't want to watch myself get shot on TV."
"Then don't look," I said.
"Jess," said Danny. "It's gonna be bad for you too. It's going to be like watching a horror movie, only the scary thing is happening to your wife, someone you love."
This is when I flipped out. "Oh, God," I said. "I never thought of that. I'm gonna have to see it too!"
"Follow your own advice, Jess," said Becky. "Don't look."
"Right."
The next day, we were back in the court room again. I was nervous about the tape.
"Mr. Jones," said Judge Warson. "I hear you have a tape you would like to show as evidence."
"That's right, your honor," said Jones, as he walked towards the front of the room with a videotape.
(This part is the showing of the tape, only the thoughts in italics of what is going on are in Becky's point of view, and these thoughts are happening as she's watching the tape)
God, I was thirsty. I remember now, I felt like I was going to die of thirst.
The gunman enters the room on the tape.
There he is. I can't look.
The gunman collects the money.
Why wasn't he satisfied with that? That's a lot of money.
The gunman points his gun at Danny.
I'm glad he shot me instead of Danny. Though, the baby did almost die.
The gunman shoots Becky.
Holy moly! He got me good! Okay, I feel sick.
The tape ends, and Becky and Jesse look at each other with looks of horror, and Danny stares at the screen, remembering sadly, wishing it was him instead of Becky.
(Back to Jesse's point of view)
That was definatly worse than a horror movie.
I hated that. I almost passed out from the sight of my poor Becky hitting the floor, landing in blood and water.
I think Becky almost passed out too. Right then, she was holding my arm for dear life, and she was breathing heavy.
After the third day, the trial was over. The jury declared Kent guilty, and he had to serve time for 20 years. (A/N: Sorry, I don't know how long you're supposed to be in jail for shooting someone, so I made it 20 years) I didn't care, because the minute he gets out, I want to kill him. I've never wanted to kill anyone, but now, I want to kill Kent. Though it seemed like this whole thing is over. This is a happy ending.
A/N: That was not the end, I was thinking of having a flash forward, about four years into the future, and having a situation where someone else in the Tanner family household almost gets shot, but they won't actually get shot. Becky will flip out, yada, yada, yada. Stay tuned! Please review!
In case anyone was wondering, this takes place three years after the series finale. DJ is 20, Steph is 15, almost 16, Michelle is 11, and Nicky and Alex are 6.
