Forget You – Chapter Seven – It's Time to Meet the Family (1)

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Last Time on 'Forget You'…

Of course, nothing replied, as she was expecting, but a hand gently brushed her shoulder, followed by a familiar voice behind her, "D.J.?"

The voice caused the older woman froze where she was. It was so familiar and comforting, yet at the same time it managed to bring a chill to D.J.'s spin. "Deej?" The voice asked again and this time she responded, turning her head to look at the owner of the voice, at the same time revealing her tear streaked face. "Oh gosh, what's wrong?"

The blonde crouched down to D.J.'s level and placed a hand on her shoulder. D.J. didn't reply, a few tears sliding freely through her hold. Emma glanced behind her at the headstone, only quickly scanning it and came to a conclusion. "I'm sorry, Deej." She offered, not knowing if she was getting through to her friend or not. She assumed the latter.

A drop landed on top of Emma's head, followed by several more. She raised her head upwards and only then noticed the dark clouds looming overhead. How couldn't she have noticed that earlier? But if she had, she wouldn't have walked this way and seen D.J. and – what was she doing? She needed to get D.J. into the warmth pronto, she could already she her shivering madly.

"Here, take this." She slipped off her black coat, handing it over to D.J. who gratefully accepted it as Emma pulled up the hood of her zipper jacket she had on underneath. "You have your car?" She asked as the two began to walk slowly towards the cemetery gates. When D.J. nodded, Emma continued, "Give me your keys."

D.J. did as told – although with her hands trembling widely – and Emma successfully lead them back to the car, making sure D.J. was settled in properly before moving over to the driver's side. As she inserted the keys into the ignition she muttered to herself, "Don't let me get pulled over."

Thankfully the duo had made it back to Emma's apartment block in one peace and had not gotten pulled over at any point. Guiding D.J. up to her apartment was a little more difficult than she first imagined, although she was a small girl, she was half asleep, exhausted from the day's events.

Once D.J. was sat on the couch, Emma rushed into her bedroom and grabbed a pair of pyjamas that she assumed would fit and handed them to her, "Get changed into these, although I recommend that you shower first. You're a covered in rain water and who knows where that has been."

While D.J. was in the shower, Emma sat on the couch with a cup of coffee and began thinking. The name Stephanie Tanner, the one that had been engraved onto the headstone, it seemed too familiar to her. But for some reason, she couldn't put her finger on it again.

It was so frustrating not knowing anything about yourself. Every time you think you were getting somewhere – bam – that block was back, stopping you from figuring it out. The doctors in England had warned her that if she didn't re-gain her memory by this point, then there was little hope of her ever regaining it.

That thought made her want to cry. All she wanted to do was to know her real family, if she had one. Did she? Another question she didn't know the answer to. Would she ever know? Don't get her wrong, Emma was very grateful to Casey for taking her in nineteen years ago, letting her live with her as long as she needed, for being a Mom to her. But it wasn't the same as having a biological family.

Did she have a Mom? A Dad? Brothers? Sisters? Aunts? Uncles? Cousins? She didn't know.

Thankfully the bathroom door opened gently, pulling Emma out of her thoughts. D.J. was standing nervously in the doorway, the clothes Emma had loaned her hanging off her small frame a little. "You can sleep in my bed, if you like." She offered and D.J. nodded. Emma wanted to know why she had become so quiet and she would ask in the morning. Maybe she would reveal more about her past too. "It's down the hall and the second door on the left. Make yourself at home." She offered a weak smile as D.J. disappeared down the hall.

Emma didn't expect that she would be sleeping that much that night, whenever she started to question her past it could keep her up for hours. Instead, she settled herself on the couch, turned the channel to the movie channel and continued to nurse her coffee.

It had been hours now since D.J. had left and Michelle was worrying more and more as time passed.

Not too long after her sister had stormed out, Kimmy had wandered into the living room having heard the argument that she was sure the whole street had heard. She wasn't too surprised to find that only one of the Tanner sisters was left in the sitting room, normally when they had an argument one of them would leave to cool off before they settled their differences.

And then Michelle had begun to explain that D.J. had left, leaving her phone on the coffee table where she had put it when she had come home originally. Michelle had then expressed her concerns about D.J. driving in the condition she was in. Kimmy had agreed with her about the driving thing but had tried to reassure her that D.J. wouldn't do something as stupid as that.

Yet hours later and D.J. still hadn't returned home, Michelle couldn't keep the horrible thoughts out of her mind. What if D.J. had gotten into her car and drove off? What if she had been in another accident? What if she had been hit by a drunk driver and was lying somewhere…? No, she would not end up like their mother. What if she had been attacked by someone and was lying on the side of the street somewhere?

Unable to take it anymore she reached over and grabbed her phone from the table. Michelle quickly dialled that familiar number and waited for someone to pick up. After several rings, a man's voice finally answered, "Michelle, you are very aware of what time it is, correct?"

Realising that she didn't really know what time it was, she glanced at the wall clock and winced. "I-I'm sorry, Dad, it's just Deej…"

Danny seemed to be more alert now, "What's wrong with your sister?"

"We got into an argument." She paused, deciding not to tell him about what. "It was something stupid," Yeah, right. "She left a couple of hours ago and she hasn't been home since. She hasn't got her phone or anything, I don't know where she is or what's happened to her. Dad, what do I do?"

There was a long pause on Danny's end of the phone. "Maybe she's crashed at someone's house and forgot to call." He finally answered. "I- I don't know Michelle, she could be perfectly fine and well. Try and get some sleep and if she's not back in the morning we can go out and search for her."

"'We'? What do you mean 'we'?" Michelle asked, confused. Most of her family were in L.A. or Las Vegas.

"I'll call aunt Becky, uncle Jesse and Joey to come down and help us look around, but I don't think it's going to come to that." Danny reassured and Michelle could tell he was beginning to fall back asleep on the other line.

"Okay, thanks, Dad. Sorry for waking you, love you."

"Love you, too, Michelle," Was all Danny replied with before there was a click on the other end of the line.

"She's probably at a friend's house." Michelle muttered to herself.

A blaring alarm clock awoke D.J. the following morning and she leaned over to smack it off. Once she had done so, she opened her eyes groggily and scanned the room.

She immediately became more alert when she realised that it was not her room that she had woken up in, and to be frankly honest, she had never seen this room before in her life.

As D.J. climbed out of the bed, she noticed the clothes she was dressed in was someone else's, and that she had brief memories of putting them on last night.

Wandering to the door of the room, she came out into a cream coloured hallway and heard the sound of a TV. Following the sound, she came out into a living room/kitchen. On the dining table was a pile of freshly cleaned clothes that she recognised to be her own and infomercials were playing on the television. D.J. glanced over the top of the couch to reveal Emma, her blonde hair tousled all over the place, her eyes closed and an arm brushing the floor.

Suddenly, it all came back to her.

The last chapter blew up, what? Thank you so much! Hopefully you liked this chapter just as much, let me know what you thought in a review below! Finally, what you've all been waiting for, 'It's Time to Meet the Family' is here. This 'block' of chapters is going to be around three to four parts long, and although only one part really comes under the title for it, I thought I'd make it several chapters for you. Everything seems to be breaking apart in the lives of our favourite characters. I don't know when 'It's Time to Meet the Family (2)' will be out, and although I've already wrote it, I won't post it until part three is written. Alright, remember to leave a review below on what you thought and what you think is going to happen next!