Forget You – Chapter Thirteen – Piecing It Together

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

2016

Time was passing now and Michelle, D.J. and Kimmy had begun to piece Emma together. Although when they found something out, they wouldn't out right talk about it, but a look would be shared between them all.

D.J. had, once she had time to think, pieced together Stephanie's story and Emma's, realising that the two were very similar, way too similar if you asked her.

Michelle had eventually relented with Emma and actually got to know her. She was lying in bed one-night staring at the celling unable to sleep. She had been thinking about how horrible she had been to her over the time she had known her and decided that she needed to make amends.

So she had climbed out of bed and made her way into the kitchen, over to the desk where D.J. kept a phone book – yes she still had a book full of contacts – and flipped it through until she found the number she was looking for.

Unlocking her phone, she blinked for a moment at the brightness before her eyes adjusted and she typed said number into the correct slot before typing out a message, Hey, this is Michelle Tanner. I got your number from the phone book Deej keeps. I think you and I need to talk. She hit send and waited with bated breath for a reply, although she didn't get her hopes up since it was four a.m.

Surprisingly, minutes later the phone buzzed with a reply, Sure, do you want to come over now?

Really? Michelle replied.

Emma was quick to respond, Yeah, you coming or not?

Michelle had gone over to Emma's place not too long after that and they had sat down for coffee, "Look, I really need to apologise, I've been nothing but horrible to you over the last few weeks."

"It's alright," Emma paused to sip her drink before she raised an eyebrow. "Can I ask why?"

She fiddled with the rim of her cup, "I, I sort of get protective over my sister. It sounds bad, but I don't know, you just had an effect on her, she was upset over something… I guess I paired it straight to you."

"To me?" Emma asked quizzically.

"It's strange, I know, can we just start over?"

"Sure," Emma put her hand forward, "Emma Nicole Wright, nice to meet you."

"Michelle Elizabeth Tanner, it's nice to meet you too," She greeted back. "Shall we get to know each other then?"

To say D.J. was confused when the pair walked into the Tanner house a few hours later – having thought Michelle was still in bed - talking and laughing like, well like sisters, was probably an understatement. But that didn't mean she wasn't happy about it, she was glad that they were getting along well.

Emma pushed open the front door of the Tanner's house one Sunday morning, something that she was getting used to doing after D.J. had told her so many times that she could. She was instantly met by the muffled cries of Tommy.

She made her way across the main room and through the kitchen door where she was met with D.J. trying to sooth Tommy, looking exhausted at the same time. Actually, most in the room were looking tired.

Kimmy was the first to notice her, "Oh, hey Emma," She muttered as she poured some more coffee into her cup.

"What happened here?" Emma asked, slightly amused but mostly concerned. "You all look like you're ready for a zombie party or something."

"Tommy's sick," Max replied, looking much more awake than anyone in the room. "He won't stop crying."

Emma noticed D.J.'s expression and lifted her arms towards her, "Let me try," She offered.

"Alright," D.J. handed Tommy over, "But we've all tried and none of us can get him to settle." The moment Tommy was in Emma's arms, he became quieter, although not completely. "Okay, who are you and how did you manage to do that?"

She bounced him a little as Tommy put his head on her shoulder, "I don't know, he must really like me. Do you know what's wrong with him?"

"Not yet, but I'm taking him down to the surgery later on to find out. I don't think it's anything too serious but it's better to get him checked out," D.J. replied as she plopped herself at the table and glanced at her friend and son.

Tommy still hadn't stopped his little whimpers and Emma had an idea on how to get him to sleep. She glanced under her lashes at Michelle, Kimmy, D.J. and the kids, pondering if she should or not and deciding to go for it.

She began to sing quietly, but loud enough to gain the attention of the others;

"Some words they can't be spoken only sung, so hear a thousand voices shouting love, there's a place, there's a time, in this life when you sing what you are feeling, find your feet, stand your ground, don't you see right now the world is listening to what we say?

Sing it louder, sing it clearer, knowing everyone will her you, make some noise, find your voice tonight, sing it stronger, sing together, make this moment last forever, old and young shouting love tonight.

To sing we've had a lifetime to wait, and see a thousand faces celebrate, you brought hope, you brought life, conquer fear, no it wasn't always easy, stood your ground, kept your faith, don't you see right now the world is listening to what we say?

Sing it louder, sing it clearer, knowing everyone will hear you, make some noise, find your voice tonight, sing it stronger, sing together, make this moment last forever, old and young shouting love tonight.

Some words they can't be spoken only sung…"

Emma hadn't even made it through the full song before Tommy was back asleep peacefully.

"How come you didn't tell us you sing like that?" Michelle asked from her position behind the counter.

She pulled a face in return, "You never asked?" Emma changed the subject quickly, "You three, back to bed."

"Excuse me?" The three were clearly very confused. Why did Emma want them to go back to bed? They had things to do.

"You heard me," She ushered them with one hand, "Kids, go and get ready, you're coming with me for today." None of them argued as she moved to Tommy's baby bag, "Is everything in here?"

"Yes, but I'll ask again, why are we going back to bed?" D.J. asked, not moving from her seat unlike Michelle who had happily got back up and made her way back down into the basement.

"Because, my dear friend, I am playing 'mommy' today," Emma explained. "You three are in no fit state to be taking care of these kids today, Kimmy there is falling asleep at the table. Anyway, you need to sleep, so I'll take the kids off your hands for today. It's the least I could do for you guys after you've been so kind to me. I'll take Tommy to the doctors and then back to my apartment or something. The house will be quiet for you guys. Now go."

D.J. reluctantly got up, "Fine, but if you need anything, call straight away." She knew that nothing would go wrong, she trusted her sis- friend. Her friend.

Emma placed Tommy into his stroller and grabbed a pair of keys before standing by the door, waiting for the rest of the kids to join them. Within five minutes, they were on their way to Tommy's doctor's appointment, "So what do you kids want to do? We could go get ice cream or something? But bear in mind, we have Tommy's appointment first and then once we're done doing whatever, we'll go back to my place to let your parents and aunt sleep for a bit."

Ramona, Jackson and Max seemed to communicate silently for a moment, "Can we go for ice cream?" Max asked excitedly, looking at Emma.

"Sure, my treat," She smiled in return, causing the three to cheer and gain the attention of some people passing.

When they returned home – back to the Tanner's house – that night, the three kids bounced in first with Emma following behind with the stroller. D.J., Kimmy and Michelle were all in the main room at the time watching the news, "How was it?" Kimmy asked, seeing them come in.

"It was great, Aunt Emma took us for ice cream and then we went back to her place and she let us play on her Wii!" Max bounced up and down before running off to his room.

The three adults shared a glance, wide-eyed. "Aunt?" Michelle asked, staring right at Emma.

"I don't know, he just started calling me that and he just hasn't stopped," She replied, picking up Tommy, who was now wide awake and looking much happier. "The doctor said he has an ear infection and a cold, but just give him the medicine twice a day and he should be better in no time." She handed the baby to his mother and then placed the medicine on the coffee table.

Even when she ended up with Tommy's illness a few days later, she didn't complain about it but was grateful when D.J. sent her home from work that day sick.

One incident with Emma was when the four had gone shopping one day, Becky had come down for a visit, offering to babysit the kids (but to also feed her baby kick), allowing them to go out and spend some girl time together.

They had been walking through the mall, window shopping and talking when someone had bumped into Emma, not even stopping to apologise before they had disappeared. Clearly annoyed by the ignorance of the person, Emma had turned around and exclaimed, "How rude!" In the woman's direction.

The other three froze and turned towards Emma, who was staring back at them, not knowing what she had done wrong, "What?"

"N-nothing. Where did you hear that?" D.J. demanded.

She shrugged in reply, "I don't know, I just say it now and again. It's something I've done for as long as I can remember."

"Right, right, of course," Kimmy brushed the topic to the side but knew that everyone was thinking the same thing, 'Stephanie'. "Let's keep looking? We have a few more hours and there's a few more shops I want to check out before then."

For the rest of the day, they were shaken up by the incident and when Becky questioned them on their haunted looks as they dumped their shopping bags on the table, they had simply brushed the subject to the side and denied anything was wrong.

Emma herself was not all that blind to what was happening.

She, obviously, knew about Stephanie, D.J. and Michelle's sister, yet she hadn't actually seen a picture of her. Their house was almost bare of pictures of her.

But one day when she was over their house, she had had a little time to study the house in a little more detail than she already had. A glimmer on the mantel piece caught her attention.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that it was photo frames and had to question how she hadn't seen them before. She smiled at the old pictures of D.J. and Michelle, assuming that they were school pictures. She was about to turn around and go back to the couch when two more frames caught her attention. They were more hidden than the other two but when she moved the vase that was blocking the way of the larger frame, she saw the smiling face of a blonde haired, blue eyed girl.

The moment she saw the picture she recognised it. For a moment, all she did was stare at the picture before she turned her attention towards the second frame. It was D.J., Michelle and a third girl.

Stephanie.

The three of them were sat in what looked to be a professional studio, grinning up at the camera as the picture was snapped. D.J. looked to be about fifteen, Michelle five and Stephanie nine or ten. For some reason, she took one hand and began to trace out the figures in the picture. First was D.J. who was on the left, followed by Michelle in the middle and lastly.

However, the second that her finger touched the glass over Stephanie's face, she was thrown into a flashback.

"Okay, everyone looking up here please?" A man called out and she directed her eyes to a camera. Standing next to him was a man with short, black hair, waving his arms to catch the attention of someone but all it made her do was laugh at the expressions he was making. There was a bright flash as the camera went off.

She was brought back into reality by Kimmy's voice behind her, "What are you doing?"

Emma jumped and turned around, "Oh, sorry, I was just… looking at this photo," She waved the frame to show her what she meant.

"Okay," Kimmy replied, watching as she placed the frame back onto the mantel. "Dinner's ready if you're staying.

Her laptop was placed on the table in front of her as she typed into the search bar. After hitting enter, a surprising number of results came up.

The first thing to come up under the search 'Stephanie Tanner' was a bunch of pictures, some from Facebook profile pictures but the majority of them being of the Stephanie she was looking for.

There were a few articles but below that was a video. She clicked it and it loaded up.

It was lower quality because it was from several years ago, but none the less she watched. "I know this isn't something we would normally do on 'Wake Up, San Francisco' but we really need your help. Two days ago, my daughters Stephanie and D.J. were involved in a head on collision. D.J. was taken to the hospital for treatment but Stephanie was nowhere to be found. Please, if you have any information on my daughter, call this number," The host lifted up a missing poster. "Her full name is Stephanie Judith Tanner, born January 14th 1982, blonde hair, blue eyes, around 5'5. We don't know what condition she's in from the accident. We just want Stephanie to come home, so please, please bring my baby home."

That was D.J. and Michelle's father, she had recognised him from the TV show 'Wake Up, USA'. On the recommended list was another video that caught her attention, "Tonight, the search for the missing teen Stephanie Tanner has come to a tragic end. James Donald, forty-three, had been arrested on suspicion of murder in the case of Indiana Moore, a fourteen-year-old who was stabbed to death nineteen times over. When questioned, he admitted to the murder of Charlie Phillips and both kidnapping and murder of Stephanie Tanner. He claimed it all to be an act of revenge for something her father did twenty-five years ago. Mr. Tanner himself, along with several others were questioned on the accusation, and it was claimed to be a false one. Tonight, Mr. Donald is being held in police cells and awaiting a trial date."

Emma sat in silence for a moment before she jumped up to grab a photo album. She opened it to the first page. On her laptop, she backed the pages by two and clicked the pictures of Stephanie, making it larger. Glancing back and forth between them, she gaped in shock at what she saw.

D.J. was at work when a phone call came through. Emma wasn't able to attend work for that morning since she had an appointment to attend but she would be in after lunch.

Picking up the phone, she answered with a, "Hello?"

"Hello? Is this Donna Jo Fuller?" A female voice asked on the other end of the line.

"This is she, how can I help?"

"My name is Elizabeth Smales. I'm calling from San Francisco General."

Not one single person reviewed the last chapter. Why? I'm kinda annoyed right now. I know it wasn't the best chapter but still. I almost didn't upload this chapter but I changed my mind. So please, go back and review the previous chapter for me? Thank you if you take the time to do so. (This was wrote after the note below)

A long chapter, I know. I did say to myself that it had to stop at 2,500 but I wasn't done with it and ended over-running to 2,700, but you shouldn't complain. What a cliff hanger, huh? And alright, you are actually going to want to murder me after this next sentence; I likely won't be updating until Friday/Saturday. I know, you get to be stuck on this cliff hanger but I have finals in literally two week's time and I need knuckle down on studying in the nights. I only uploaded today because I had bank holiday yesterday and was able to write in the day, but other than that, it's only weekends I can write really. I'm so sorry! But make sure you leave a review and tell me what you think! Everything is finally falling into its final places, oh boy…