A/N: Yay story is back for good! Thanks to Me (not me actually the penname ME) This chapter was written entirely by her and I will have the next chapter up no later then a week from now! I promise!

Disclamer: what exactly is the point of this? I mean if we owned anything from full house we would be off spending money somewhere not sitting here at our computers writing stuff that will never be on tv...

Stephanie panted heavily as she sat up in bed. The first thing she noticed was her little sister - well, almost ten - rubbing her back and looking worriedly at her.

"Steph, are you okay. You sounded like a tarantula just bit you."

"I'm okay...I just...had a scary dream. Phew!'

"Boy, this is freaky. here I am sitting beside you comforting you in your bed. It used to be the other way around."

Stephanie managed to smile. "I guess that old bear picture didn't keep all the nightmares away, huh?"

"No, but it did most. And, you were always there when i needed."

Danny rushed in next. "Steph, what happened?"

"She just had a scary dream." Michelle thought for a second. "What was it about?"

"Well...I'll tell you, but promise you won't spend the next thirty minutes lecturing me on the value of safety, okay, Dad?" Stephanie knew her dad was very overprotective, and that he might well launch into a talk aobut proper safety procedures and not know when to stop.

Once she explained the dream, Stephanie thought for a second. "I guess thinking about the dance team had me kind of jittery. I mean, I see some of those fancy gymnastics moves, and...I guess I worry about doing it right." She put an arm around her sister and smiled sweetly. "Maybe I think a little about you, too."

"You'll be fine, Steph.," Michelle said.

Danny nodded and sat on the bed. "Honey, you don't have to do this. I know, since Gia's mom married and they moved to Oakland at the end of last year, you and Rachel are even closer. It was really nice when she moved here at the beginning of 8th grade, but you never really got into the gymnastics and stuff she was doing. But, lately, you have become more interested, now that you know there's a dance team. But, whether you make the team or even try out for it, she's still going to like you, and you'll still be a very special person to all of us..."

Stephanie glanced at the clock. "Uh, dad, it's 2:30 in the morning. We do need our sleep."

"Oh, right. I guess I started rambling anyway; maybe I was nervous thinking about the same thing since you told me about your dream, and...well, good night," he finally said.

The next day, Stephanie and Rachel met at school. Stephanie told Rachel about the dream. She recalled much less of it now that it was morning.

"Look, Stephanie, if you don't want to do this..."

"No, I want to try out. This isn't as grueling as being a profesisonal would have been. We just get to perform at the football games and stuff."

"You're right. You'll do great. Just remember something my gymnastics teacer told me once when I was about ten. If you're about to do something dangerous and a little voice tells you not to, don't. The audience will understand, and figure it's part of the routine; they don't know any better. She didn't listen to that voice once, and something really bad happened."

Stephanie gasped. "Oh, no, was she hurt badly?"

"No, she did a backflip into someone carrying a punch bowl for their party. She had sticky red punch all over her the rest of the day," Rachel said. They laughed together. Stephanie was so glad for the light note; maybe things would be okay after all.

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