Forget You – Chapter Five – Decisions

Disclaimer: If I owned Fuller House, I would, well, I don't know what I'd do.

D.J. and Matt were both sat in the office one night after closing. They were trying to decide who would get the job position after narrowing it down to three people, Bethany, Molly and Emma.

They had both come to a mutual agreement that Molly, although a sweet girl, was just not right for the job, she was just a little too quiet and they needed someone that could easily sink into the position. Both Emma and Bethany were on the same level in terms of how they acted on the job, something the pair liked.

"We need to look over this and choose carefully," Matt spoke up after a period of silence. "If not, we could pick the wrong person."

"I know." Was D.J.'s reply, although her eyes kept drifting over to Emma's papers. Matt caught sight of this. "I know you really liked her, but we need to go off experience in this case."

D.J. sighed. "I know." She repeated. "I'll go make phone calls."

Emma was moving down the hallway to her apartment, several bags of shopping dangling from her arms while her long hair began slipping from its hold in a ponytail.

As she neared her front door, she could hear ringing coming from inside and new instantly it was her phone, which she had left behind accidently. Emma began fumbling in her purse for her keys, the person calling could have been one of the companies she had applied to, and she needed to answer that phone.

After finally slipping the right key into the key hole, Emma turned the key in the hole before shoving it open. Using her foot to shove the door closed, she dumped the bags somewhere on the floor before jogging over to pick up the phone.

Pressing it to her ear, she answered, "Hello?"

"Hi, this is D.J. Fuller, I'm calling about a job place for a Miss. Emma Wright?" D.J.'s voice came through the phone causing Emma's breathing to hitch for a moment.

"This is she."

"Ah, hello Emma. I wanted to talk to you about the position." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I'm really sorry but you didn't get the job."

Emma was shocked. And upset. "Oh." The disappointment was evident in her tone of voice.

"It's not that you weren't good enough." D.J. was quick to jump in. "It's just that it was between you and this other woman who had very similar traits and qualifications to you, but she just had more experience."

There was a pause on both sides of the line. Emma broke it, "Oh, well, um, thank you for calling. I better go."

"Alright, goodbye." She could hear D.J. beginning to say but she had hung the phone up.

Moving over to the couch, Emma plopped herself down and buried her head in her hands. She had needed that job. She had needed the job so she could keep up her life in San Francisco. But right now, that wasn't going to be happening by the look of it.

The following week, Emma was on her way to her new job at the clinic. She was smiling slightly to herself as she thought of the events following the that first phone call that led her to getting the job.

Emma was still sat in the same position ten minutes later when her phone rang once more. Glancing over at her iPhone, she read the caller ID as 'Mum' and picked up, "Mum?"

"Hey Emma," Her mother replied on the other end of the phone. "I'm not doing anything at the moment so I thought I'd give you a call, is that okay?"

Emma smiled a little, "Yeah, I love talking to you." This was exactly what she needed, something to take her mind off her job crisis. "So, what have you been up to?"

"Well," Her mother, Casey, hesitated for a minute. "I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" Emma's voice immediately became serious. She prayed nothing bad had happened.

"James and I are getting married." Casey blurted out in one breath and waited for her daughter's reaction. She was silent for a moment before laughing a little, "No way, congratulations."

"You're not mad?"

Emma shook her head, laughing some more, "Why would I be mad?"

"I, I don't know." Casey admitted. "But I just want to make sure."

Before Emma could reply to that, her phone buzzed, letting her know she had another phone call. "Mum, I got another call on coming through, I'll call you back later."

After her mother had told her 'Okay' and 'Goodbye', Emma hung up the phone and answered.

"Hi, yes, sorry, this is D.J. Fuller again." Emma paused for a moment, why was D.J. calling her again?

"Oh, Hi again." Was all she replied with.

There was a shuffling of paper before D.J. spoke again. "Alright, when I called you earlier to tell you about the job, may I take back what I said?"

She was confused, what did she mean, 'take back what she said'? "What do you mean?"

"We phoned you before the person who had gotten the job position, but when we did phone her, it turned out that she had accepted a job position at another place already. Would you like to take the job?"

Emma grinned, "Of course I would! Thank you so much."

D.J. giggled on the other end of the line, "Well, when can you start?"

Pushing open the door to the clinic, Emma smiled even wider, she had finally got a job. Maybe things weren't going to be as bad as she thought.

She shuffled awkwardly towards the main office, where D.J. had told her to drop her stuff off before the day began. The door was already cracked open slightly so she nudged it open further. Seeing no one was inside, Emma entered further and placed her coat and bag with the rest of the items in the room before stepping back outside and closing the door.

"Hello?" She called out into the building. Two heads popped out of the same exam room, both a little flushed.

D.J. stepped out fully, "Hello Emma," With Matt following suit.

"Hello, Dr. Fuller- I mean D.J. she corrected herself when she saw the look D.J. gave her. "And you too Matt."

"Are you ready for your first day?" Matt asked as he fiddled with a package of some sort on the desk.

Emma shrugged a little, "Yes, well at least I hope so."

"Follow me and I'll show you how to add a person to our system, like I told you I would last time." D.J. moved to the computer, Emma following suit.

As Matt locked up the door to the clinic for the night, Emma and D.J. were standing next to each other, chatting. "You want to grab some coffee?" D.J. asked.

Emma didn't hesitate to nod. Maybe this could help her get settled in a little more and maybe a step closer to figuring out her connection with D.J. "Why not?"

"Alright," D.J. began. "Let me text my sister and let her know I'm going out for a bit."

Several weeks had now gone by and Michelle was beginning to get worried. As each week passed, she could see D.J. acting less and less like her usual self. Yet she couldn't pin point what was wrong.

One night, a few weeks ago, she had text Michelle to tell her that she was going to be home late because she was going to show her new receptionist, Emma, around the city.

D.J. had mentioned Emma a few times to the rest of her family, yet they hadn't met the girl and she was pretty much a best friend to her sister.

It wasn't the fact that D.J. had made a new friend that worried Michelle, that was great, but it was the amount of times Michelle had found her sister alone or with just Tommy and she would be staring off into space or even crying silently to herself that really worried her. And it had all started when she had befriended Emma.

Michelle picked up one of the few photos of Stephanie that they still had out - their dad had taken a majority of them down to avoid the pain of his missing his daughter and they hadn't put them back out – and stared at it for a moment. Then, she whispered, "Don't let anything bad happen to her, please Steph."

A tear dropped onto the glass of the frame.

I should probably warn you updates are probably going to be weekend things from now on, I'm back in school :( This chapter may need future work, but for now, it should be okay. Make sure you leave a review on this chapter to show me you enjoyed it and thank you in advance if you do!