Forget You – Chapter Fourteen – Twisting Fate

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

Previously On Forget You

"Can we just start over?"

"Sure."

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 if someone but all it did was made her laugh at the expressions he was making. There was a bright flash as the camera went off.

Glancing back and forth between them, she gaped in shock at what she saw.

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

Two hours before…

"Hey Mom?" Jackson asked as he wandered into the kitchen where his mother was tending to Tommy and trying to make a quick breakfast at the same time.

"Yes, Jackson?" D.J., not looking away from what she was doing. She had to get into work soon since Emma had to take the morning off for an appointment and things might turn bad if anything got delayed that day.

He plopped himself down onto one of the stools, "I need a ride to the mall, can you take me please?"

D.J. only spared him a glance as she took a bite of her food, shuffling through papers, "You know I can't take you today," She thought for a moment. "Emma is coming over in a couple minutes, maybe you could ask her to drop you off? It is on the way to her appointment."

"Ask Emma what?" A voice came from behind the pair and they turned to see Emma standing with a pile of papers in her hand. "Oh, here's your papers, Deej."

"Thanks," She took them and motioned to Jackson. "He has something to ask you. Jackson?"

"Is it alright if I catch a lift with you to the mall?" He asked, trying to be a sweet as possible.

Emma shook her head, "Grab your things, but be quick about it, I need to leave soon. Oh, and turn of that charming act, huh?" But it was pointless as Jackson had dashed off up the stairs.

He appeared a few minutes later, allowing the pair to leave.

Ten minutes into the drive, there was silence – the only noise coming from the radio in the car. Jackson was scrolling through his phone while Emma had her eyes on the road.

It all happened so fast that it was too hard to comprehend at that moment.

From the lane going in the opposite direction, a driver of a truck had seemed to lost control of it, swerving all over the place. Cars behind them had slowed down to avoid being hit by the truck. With no warning, the truck came over the central barrier and straight towards the lane that Emma and Jackson were in.

Emma had seen the truck swerving, but had not expected it to actually come over the barrier towards them. It was only a split second that she had to make the decision, and it was probably one that would come with serious consequences, but something told her she had to do it. If she was in fact who she thought she was, then that meant the kid next to her was her nephew.

It wasn't a hard decision to make.

In the last second, she jerked the wheel of the car, sending it sliding around anti-clockwise, making the right side hit head on with the front of the truck.

The sudden movement was enough to catch Jackson attention, who looked up in time to see the truck impacting Emma's side of the car.

The glass of the windows shattered from the force and the car was dragged diagonally across the tarmac, being crumpled this was and that, but more so Emma's side of the car was almost unrecognisable. There was a second impact on Jackson's side of the car that caused his body to jerk violently.

Finally, they stopped moving, but both occupants of the car were already unconscious.

Ringing was present in his ears as he began to stir. When the ringing finally cleared and he was finally able to open his eyes properly.

The first thing he noticed was that the windscreen – or what was left of it anyway – was shattered to pieces. Moving his head around was a painful experience but he forced himself to figure out his surroundings.

Instead, an onslaught of pain from his left leg grabbed his attention and he looked down, finding that the dash board was now collapsed on top of it, holding it in place. When he had tried moving it, it had caused him great pain and he was forced to leave it in one place.

There was glass everywhere. If he shifted slightly, he could feel the stinging of the shards digging into his skin.

Something dark trickled from his eyebrow and onto his lashes, and when he moved his arm to feel what it was, his fingers came back red.

On his left side, he could make out the other battered car that they had collided with in the process of being dragged. The car was totalled – but it hadn't been in the main impact of the crash – theirs had. He hated to see what it looked like from the outside.

Dreading what he would see when he looked to the right of him, Jackson tried to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to see.

Slumped over in her seat, Emma had her head resting on the steering wheel. The front of her blonde hair was rapidly becoming dark as her head bled. Most of her side was unrecognisable, twisted this way and that. He could make out behind her then front of the truck that had hit them, small broken pieces peeking through where the window would have been.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

No, the worst of it was the fact that he couldn't tell if she was breathing or not. Her position wasn't helping the matter and he couldn't move to check without causing himself immense pain.

The memories came back to him, and he remembered how Emma had span the wheel, making sure she took the impact of the truck on her own to try and save him. But why?

That may have been a stupid question, many people would do the same to protect someone else. But did Emma have a reason? He was only her friend's child. Yet at the same time, he wasn't sure that was the only thing.

He had seen the glances and the pictures and everything else, he wasn't stupid.

Jackson wasn't sure how long he sat there but soon after, people began to work around him and Emma to get them out of the car.

Paramedics began to quickly asses the scene, muttering between themselves, "Get the boy out first, the lady needs serious medical attention."

So they did just that. Once he was out and laid across the tarmac a bit away from the accident, a brace around his neck and people fussing over his leg, he managed to catch a glimpse of the scene from the outside and gulped.

"Can you tell me your name?" One of the women at the scene asked him and he went to nod, the brace stopping him.

"Jackson Fuller," He replied, his voice cracking from not being used in a while.

"Okay, Jackson, you remember your name, that's a good thing," She praised as her colleagues worked on him. "How old are you?"

"Thirteen," Jackson looked straight up at her. "What's happening?"

She ignored his question, "What's your guardians name? So we can get in contact with them."

"Donna Jo Tanner-Fuller, she's my Mom," He told her, adding, "I don't know her mobile number, she's at work now."

"That's alright, we can find that out," The paramedic continued, "Can you give us the name of the woman in the car with you?"

"Stephanie Tan- I mean Emma Wright, she's thirty-four," Why had he gone to call Emma Stephanie? His Aunt Stephanie none-the-less.

He knew the answer, though.

Because he was almost positive that Emma Wright was his long-lost Aunt.

Present...

D.J. sat in the emergency waiting room, bouncing her leg up and down.

She had received the call about an hour ago that Jackson was in the hospital. The clinic had been closed for the day due to this and she had made several phone calls herself, spreading the news.

Michelle had picked her up from work, driving her to the hospital while Kimmy watched the three remaining kids. Her father had told her that they would be down as soon as the possibly could.

And now they were here.

No news had come through yet, just that Jackson was indeed here in the building being checked out and that they were still bringing people in. When she had asked about Emma as well, the nurse had told her that no one had been brought in yet under that name, but she would try to keep her updated.

That wasn't needed, however, when a few minutes later, several people rushed in with a stretcher, frantically calling out information, "Emma Wright, thirty-four, potential server head trauma and internal bleeding, severally fractured left leg, deep lacerations all over. Immediate MRI and CT scans required asap."

D.J. and Michelle watched wide-eyed as they whisked the woman away off for treatment. The sisters turned to each other, not saying anything for a moment before Michelle whispered, "Stephanie?"

That was the first time in a long time Stephanie had been brought up, but now was their already dead sister laying on her death bed once more, for real this time?

I don't know if I like this chapter, not gonna lie. But I guess you can be the judge of that. I don't know, it seems to rushed to me, if you catch my drift. I seemed to write this way too quickly, a lot quicker than normal. Also, I don't know a thing about medicine and although I researched some things, I don't know if any of it will be right, if not, just pretend, yeah? And the Emma-Stephanie connection has been noticed by several people – as revealed – including Jackson.

You guys went insane over the last chapter, TWELVE of you reviewed it! What on earth happened?! I'm not complaining though, thank you! I know I'll be lucky if I got a quarter of that on this chapter… Make sure you do leave a review letting me know what you think, please? Thank you :)