Jesse stared at the sight before him. A woman with brown hair flowing down her petite shoulders stood before him. Her brown eyes interlocked with his and the very presence of her made Jesse's heart skip a beat. "I'm sorry" she suddenly said. "Am I at the wrong place . . .I mean . . . I'm looking for Danny Tanner, this is the adress he gave me and-"

"No. No this is the right place" Jesse managed to say.

"Oh" she said softly. She stood awkwardly in front of him as he continued to keep his eyes glued onto her.

"Y-Y-You want to come in?" Jesse asked opening the door wider.

"That'd be nice" she said nodding her head. Stepping inside the Tanner residence she watched as Jesse closed the door behind him. As he turned back to her she spoke. "I'm Rebecca Donaldson"

"Nice to meet you" Jesse said. "I'm Jesse Katsopolis . . . but you can just call me Jesse"

"And you can just call me Becky" she told him with a smirk.

"Come on, everyone's in the kitchen" Jesse said walking past her. She slowly followed and was immediately greeted by a familiar voice as she entered the kitchen.

"Becky" Danny smiled. "Glad to see you made it, you find the place okay?"

"Yeah" Becky answered.

"Well I'd like you to meet the family" Danny said looking to the many faces in the room. He started on the left side. "This is Joey. He's my bestfriend. He lives here and helps me with the girls"

"Nice to meet you" Joey winked at her.

"This is my daughter Michelle, she's only one, but she'll most likely be talking in no time like her sisters" Danny said looking to the small blonde baby in the high chair. "That's my oldest daughter, DJ and her boyfriend Steve. Next to them is my other daughter Stephanie. And you already met my girlfriend Vicky down at the station and then there's my brother in law Jesse"

"We've already met" Becky said looking over to the black haired twenty-four year old.

"Yes we have" Jesse smirked with raised eyebrows.

By the time everyone was seated around the table, the dining room was filled with noise. It was like that most days at the Tanner home. Sitting at the head of the table was Danny with Joey on his left and Vicky on his right. Next to his girlfriend was Steve and across from him was DJ. Next to DJ was Jesse who also sat next to Michelle. Across from Jesse was Becky and next to her was Stephanie.

"So Becky, you like San Franscisco so far?" Joey asked looking across the table.

"It's quite charming. But there's still a lot I haven't explored yet." Becky told him.

"Are you going to stay here long?" DJ asked.

"I hope so. I'm thinking about moving here permenantly, actually"

"That'd be cool" Stephanie smiled.

"Yes, very cool" Jesse smirked. He looked across the table to Becky. "So, you have a boyfriend?"

Becky looked at Jesse a little taken back but didn't show it. "No, I don't."

"Why's that?" Jesse asked.

"Because I'm too busy with my career to have a relationship" Becky told him. "Why are you so interested?"

"Well, I figured that if you had a significant other, that would mean you'd be busy later tonight but since you don't I was wondering if you'd like to spend your evening with me"

"Hmmm, let me think about that . . ." Becky said. "Sorry, not interested"

"Oooo, rejected" Steve whispered to Vicky.

Joey tried to hide his own snickering as Jesse tried to hide his shock and bitterness. "Why's that Ms. Donaldson?" Jesse asked. He wasn't going to give up so easy.

"Because, MR. Katopolis, I'm not exactly attracted to your type" Becky told him.

"Oh, I have a type now?" Jesse asked.

"Yes. Yes you do" Becky said.

"Hey, did you catch the Giants game last friday?" Danny asked the rest of the table. He could already sense things were about to get ugly between Jesse and Becky and quickly changed the subject.

"Oh yeah"

"Yeah that was good game"

Everyone started chatting as Jesse continued to glare at Becky. "So what type am I?" he finally asked. The table became silent again.

Becky tilted her head and forced a fake smile at him. "Well let me think. You're the type of guy who spends too much time in front of the mirror, and cares more about his hair then getting a job. You don't have a girlfriend,because you don't like to be tied down. But I'm not saying you don't have an active life as far as women go. I'm guessing you sleep with at least four different girls in one week, half of whom you can't even remember their name." Becky told him. "So, now that you understand that type of man you are from the outside looking in, I hope you understand why I'm not intertested in you"

Jesse gave her a sharp glare from his cold eyes. "You think you're so smart, don't you?"

"I never said anything about my intelligence, Mr. Katsopolis" Becky told him.

"I didn't say anything about my intelligence, Mr. Katsopolis" Jesse mimicked. "Well you know what Becky, you have a type to"

"Oh I do?" Becky said with raised eyebrows. "Well could you please inform me on what that type may be?"

"Well where do I start? Oh I know, how about your obsession with your job. You are so focused on the future that you barely pay attention to the present. You take more focus on your studies and desire to be a perfectionist to even have a life outside of being a journalist. You may accuse me of not having a girlfriend or a stable relationship but it seems as though you don't have one either. It's either because of one of two things. One; you are too busy keeping your nose in books that you don't even know what a social life is OR two, you are afraid of coming out of your comfort zone. You hide behind your career." Jesse finished. "Now how do you like that for summarizing up your sad little life?"

"My sad little life is just as pathetic as yours Jesse" Becky told him. "At least I have a job and a goal in life. You just stay here and mooch of your brother in law. How long do you plan on doing that, I mean really Jesse-"

"Oh don't talk to me about the future. Because once people get caught up in the future they forget about the fun and the life they should be living in the present. I live each day not knowing what I am going to do, and my main goal is to enjoy it." Jesse said. "And at least I have a social life, I have friends and I see girls-"

"I have a social life!"

"Oh yeah, when was the last time you went out with a guy?" Jesse asked.

"Uh well . . ." Becky stopped. "Does it really matter!"

"Yes!" Jesse shouted. "You haven't been on a date since you've graduated from high school, have you ?"

"That is none of your bus-"

"You have no sense of fun" Jesse snickered.

"I do to have a sense of fun" Becky told him.

"Prove it" Jesse said folding his arms.

Becky stared at him confused. "How?"

Jesse gave a cocky smirk. "Fetch me a pen, Donna Jo" Jesse told his niece. DJ rolled her eyes and slowly got up from the table. Grabbing a pen from the desk Jesse took it from her. "Thank you" he said. Taking it he scribbled something on his napkin. Crinckling it into a paper ball he got up from his seat and walked around the table to where Becky sat. He handed it to her and whispered in her ear. "Prove it"

By ten o'clock Becky had left the Tanner household after an interesting dinner. After Jesse had left everything was either silent or awkward. Actually it was mostly both, just an awkward silence at the table.

Becky sat in her small car staring across the street. There was a crummy looking building crunched inbetween much larger ones. A neon sign read JAKE's. It wasn't the type of place Becky would usually go. She stared back down at the napkin in her hands. "This is it" she said to herself shaking her head as she re-read the adress written in Jesse's sloppy hand writing.

She shook her head. "Prove it" she mimicked rolling her eyes. "I don't have anything to prove . . . nothing. Not one single thing to prove to that-that stupid, hair crazed, loser." Becky said to herself. "Besides the fact that I can have a good time . . . and I'm fun. Just go in there have a drink and leave. Drink, Leave. Drink, Leave. Easy. That's the plan"

Jesse sat at the long bar of JAKE's on a barstool. The place was pretty dead, since it was a Wedsenday night and most people had work the next day. He smiled. "Now that is why I don't have a job" he smirked. "I can sit here all night, isn't that right Kurt?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever." said the old bartender. He continued to shine up glasses with his rag, when suddenly the door was swung open.

Becky immediately regretted her decision of coming to this place. Once opening the door the smell of smoke entered her nostrils and with just one scan of the bar she found it unattractive in every single way. A few round tables were scattered through the room. There was a pool table near the side and a long bar that was empty except for one cutomer sitting at it. His back was toward her but she knew exactly who it was.

Jesse smiled as he heard the soft sound of footsteps behind him. "Glad to see you showed up Becky" he said not even turning around. He took a sip of his beer and waited for her to sit down next to him. Finally she did. Her brown hair was tied up in a pony tail giving him a perfect view of her beautiful face. Her chocolate eyes mesmorized him and he smirked. "Had something to prove did we?"

"No. Nothing to prove" Becky told him. "I'm here to simply get a drink and go back to my appartment"

"Oh really?" he smiled. "You come to places like this often, then?"

"Actually, no I don't" Becky said.

"Well then why did tonight change your mind?" he asked.

Becky stared at him not able to break the eye contact. She had to force herself out of the trance she was caught in. "Nothing in particular." she answered.

Jesse smirked. "Hey, Kurt, can we get some drinks over here? Thank y-"

"That's okay, I can pay for my own, thank you" Becky said to him.

"No,no. Tonight, drinks our on your new pal Jesse" he told her. Kurt slowly slid them their beers. "Consider this me welcoming you to the beautiful city of San Francsico"

"Thank you" Becky said.

"Cheers" he told her. The two of them slowly clanked their glasses together and then took a long drink. "Listen, I want to say I'm sorry about how we first met at Danny's place"

"It's alright. I guess I wasn't exactly friendly either" Becky said. The two were silent for a moment. "So tell me about yourself"

"What do you mean? What do you want to know?"

"Anything."

"Well let's see . . . I am twenty-five years old, my birth day is in July. I'm a cancer. I come from a hard headed, bossy, controlling, Greek father, and a mother who still thinks she's twenty-seven. I had a sister, her name was Pam. She was Danny's wife. She was so beautiful. I used to look up to her so much. But then she died, giving birth to Michelle." Jesse said shaking his head. He took a sip of his beer. "Those girls are the closest thing I have to their mother. I've been helping with them since she died."

"I'm sorry Jess" Becky said giving him a compassionate look.

"It's alright" he said. He rubbed the stubble on his cheek before continuing. "Let's see here, I used to work for my father as a Vermin Desterminator, and then I quit. I guess since then, we don't really get along much. I'm a failure in his eyes. Right now I'm in a band called the Discipline Problem; we go on tour every once in a while. We get paid hardly anything by the clubs we play at." he shook his head and gave a small laugh. "I guess you're right. I really don't have a future"

"Jesse I-"

"Well I've gotten to tell you about myself, so now it's your turn. You tell me about you" he said.

Becky sighed. Taking a long drink from her beer she looked back at him. "I am twenty-four years old, born March 4th, and I am pisces. I grew up in Nebraska with five other brothers and sisters. There's Tom, Maggie, Emily, Joey, me and Danny. I was always the underdog. The smallest one, getting picked on. I was always in everyone else's shadow. I guess that's why I'm so obsessed with being perfect. Why I went to college to become a journalist. I just wanted to sculpt out who I was. Give myself a name in the family. Being the fifth of sixth kids isn't easy, trust me. You're always being overlooked."

"I hear you. I was always in Pam's shadow, but I always wanted to be. I was in trouble and failing school. But the way things worked mom and dad were to busy praising her to pay attention to me. I didn't even have to make my way through High School. I dropped out my senior year and started working for my father" Jesse told her.

"So I guess neither of us are exactly perfect" Becky smirked taking another drink.

"Far from it" Jesse said. He watched as she finished off her drink. "You want me to get you another one?"

"No really I sho-"

"Hey Kurt. Another beer down here!" Jesse ordered. "So you ever have a boyfriend?"

Becky let out a soft laugh. "Jesse you're going to have to order quite a few more drinks to get me to talk about my old boyfriends"

"Oh come on, Beck Beck, you can tell me" he said with a smile.

"Well there was this one guy. I thought he was the one. Turns out I was wrong." Becky sighed. Kurt brought her another drink and she stopped to take a drink. "We grew up together in a small town. Then we went our seperate ways. He became a lawyer and well . . . now I'm here in San Francsico at a bar talking with you"

"Oh you make that sound like such a bad thing" Jesse teased taking a drink of his beer.

"Well what about you?"

"Me? I never had a true love. I guess I wasn't really looking for one. Too be honest I'm still not." Jesse said. "When I was a kid it was just about getting a hot babe, putting her on the back of my motorcycle, and going for a ride"

Becky smiled. "Sounds rebellious, Katsopolis"

Jesse laughed. He stared around the bar. It was empty. "You play pool?"

"Yeah. I'm not too good though" she warned.

"Well I'm not too god either" he said. "So why don't we shoot a few rounds"

Becky watched as he got up from his seat and grabbed a stick. He chalked it up like a pro standing there in that sexy way. A lock of his black hair fell onto his forehead and she was immediately turned on. "Come on" he encouraged looking up at her with those brown eyes.

Hopping down from her stool she walked over to Jesse who handed her a stick. Setting up the balls he smiled at Becky. "Anybody tell you that you're beautiful?" he asked not being able to help himself.

"Maybe once or twice" she answered modestly. She flashed him a smile and he gave her a soft one back. The night was going smoothly already.

By midnight Jesse and Becky were still standing around the pool table, downing drinks as they went. "I win again" Becky slurred with a happy grin.

"You didn't win" Jesse said. "There's still four balls on the table"

"Oh I guess there are" Becky muttered.

"I've got a proposition for you" Jesse grinned.

"What might that propos-s-ition be Mr. Kat-Katsopolis" Becky stuttered.

"If I win this next round I'll take you upstairs and show you a good time"

"Alright and if I win, we'll go out for a second date and I'll show you a good time" Becky said.

"Sounds like a fair bet to me" Jesse said racking up the balls.

It had taken Jesse less then ten minutes to kick Becky's ass in a game of pool. "I win" he smiled. He set down his stick and slowly walked over to her. Taking hers from her hands he set it onto the table. Both of them were silent as he slowly brought a hand out to her face. Brushing back a lock of her brown hair behind her ear he moved closer to her. His arms wrapped around her waist and his head moved to hers.

In one motion Jesse brought his lips to Becky's. The warm, soft, skin of her perfectly shaped lips felt nice against his own. Becky embraced him wrapping her arms around his neck and continuing the kiss. She felt his tongue begging for entrance and she slowly opened his mouth letting him in.

Jesse's wet tongue explored Becky's mouth brushing up against her own. Slowly he pushed her up against the pool table as a black lock of his hair fell down onto his forehead. He felt blood starting to flow to his lower region as he continued to kiss Becky. Slowly he grabbed Becky into his strong arms and headed toward the set of stairs hidden away near the back of the bar. He climbed up them not bothering to take his lips away from Becky's.

When they reached the top floor of the bar he walked into a small bedroom that was most of the time only used by him. Laying her on the bed he slowly brought his body on top of hers. Becky ran her hands through his black smooth locks continuing to kiss him.