Disclaimer: I do not own Full House. I never did, and I never will. I own Deborah and Greg and my story, but not Full House.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but school's coming up on September sixth, and I needed to buy all my supplies and stuff. Anyway, help! I need some ideas for an ending. There's really not much action right now, and the story's just sort of dying off. Any suggestions? If not, I'll put in my own ending, but it won't be very good.

"Michelle!" Rebecca cried. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, hi," Michelle said sheepishly. "I'm, um…about to take a bath?" She smiled awkwardly at her aunt.

At that moment, Jesse came in. "What's all the scream—" He spotted his niece. "Michelle?"

Michelle sighed and stepped out of the tub. It was time for explanations. "Well, when you said you were moving I felt horrible. I was going to miss you so much! I wanted to move in for maybe a week, but—I don't know, I just thought you were leaving forever," she finished weakly, regretting her foolish act.

Jesse rested one foot on the tub and leaned on his knee. "Shortie, I think you feel like I'm gone, but I'm not! We're still here."

Rebecca smiled. "Tell you what. You can visit us at least three times a week, and we'll play for a while. Deal?"

Michelle knew this was a hard enough bargain, so she decided to agree. "Deal!"

Jesse drove Michelle home that night. "Now, don't forget to tell your Dad about our pact," he reminded her as he drove away.

Michelle tentatively opened the front door, hoping no one was in the living room. She bit her lip and walked in.

To her surprise, it seemed everyone was upstairs. She could hear Danny's voice shouting from her bedroom. Michelle quietly climbed up the stairs and, trying to look as innocent as possible, stepped into the doorway.

Everyone stopped shouting at once and turned toward her. "Um, hi," she said guiltlessly. Danny immediately walked up and hugged her. He didn't have the voice to scold, not just yet. When he let go of her, he had a firm, disappointed look.

"Aunt Becky called before you got home. I don't know what was in your head, Michelle," Danny said, looking thwarted. "You don't know how much you worried me."

Michelle took a deep breath. She was truly shocked. Danny had always been one to scold and lecture, going on and on about moral values. This time, though, instead of the expected harangue from Danny, he only said a few sentences and looked disappointed. Everyone left Michelle in her room afterwards, and she felt like crying.

How could her father make her feel worse by not yelling? she wondered. Usually she felt horrible. Now she was almost in tears. His hurt expression had pierced her heart.

Michelle lay on her stomach on her bed, burying her face in her pillow and choking back sobs until she fell into a restless slumber.

On the day of Danny's wedding, Michelle stood in front of the mirror and, on a sudden impulse, struck a pose like a model. She almost laughed. Things were better now; she had worked things out with her father. She'd told him about the agreement, and apologized many times for making him worry so much. "I'll never, ever do it again," she'd promised sincerely.

Now Michelle was examining one of the roses in her hair that was falling lopsided. "Stephanie!" she called through the dressing room door. "Can you help me fix my hair?"

But of course not. Stephanie was with Gia, Michelle thought irritably. Stephanie looked up and complained, "Can't you find D.J., Michelle? I've got a million things to do."

"Yeah, like find out who that hottie is over there!" Gia suddenly announced. She pointed at a tall, brown-haired teenaged boy who was talking to Danny. He glanced toward Stephanie and Gia and smiled.

Stephanie laughed. "Gia, that's my cousin Greg, from my dad's side. He lives in New York, so we've only seen each other once before."

Gia grinned. "Great! He's all mine." They both laughed.

During the reception, Jesse, who had decided to be a second man, took out his camera and motioned for everyone to gather together. "I want to have my own wedding picture," he explained, "not a copy of the photographer's." He set the camera on the tripod and rushed over to join Rebecca. He fixed his hair just in time for the camera to take the picture. Gia was standing next to Greg who was still trying to look dignified with a stranger clinging to his arm.

"I think they're really happy," Jesse remarked as they waved Danny and Deborah off to their honeymoon. "Danny can't stop smiling."

"Just like we were," Rebecca said.