A/N: This is a story of DJ talking to Stephanie, with Michelle added in. It starts off with a simple question, which turns into a talk of infertility. Enjoy.

It had been a few weeks since the big move, and things were looking up. Fernando had moved in and was sleeping in Kimmy's room, Ramona had completed her room makeover, DJ had bought Max a scooter and Jackson a new skateboard, and the new construction was finished.

One night, as Stephanie was in her room, strumming on her guitar, her older sister sat beside her on the bed, a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. Her legs folded to the side, she watched her sister for a few minutes before she asked what had been on her mind.

"Hey Steph, I haven't noticed you get your period lately…You used to get pretty moody around that time, but I guess being a teenager, it is tougher then."

Stephanie put down the guitar and turned to her sister, bringing her knees up to the chest, wrapping her arms around her legs, and resting her chin on her knees. She sighed before speaking. "Deej, you remember how I told you I couldn't have kids?"

"Of course. How could I forget something like that?" DJ was slightly confused on how this had anything to do with her question, but if Steph wanted to bring it up, she would be more than willing to listen and be there for her younger sister.

"Well, I found out about that because I stopped having my period a few months before. I was worried, as pregnancy tests were negative, and I wasn't gaining weight and didn't have morning sickness or anything. I finally went to the doctor and found out I had 'Premature Ovarian Failure'. Early menopause, really. I ran out of eggs pretty much. No more period, no more fertility." Stephanie laid back for a few minutes, her hands over her face, before she sat back up and looked at DJ, who was silently crying.

"I…I could maybe donate some eggs? Maybe we could freeze them?" DJ wasn't exactly sure what to say in this situation. She was a doctor for animals, and wasn't exactly sure what to do with this very human problem.

"Deej, I don't know if that would be the best option." Stephanie gave her a half smile. "You're getting older, you know? The eggs aren't going to be as healthy." She didn't want to sound rude, but it was true. After 35, the eggs hold more complications.

"Well, what about Michelle? She's still young." DJ wanted so badly to make her sister's pain go away, but this was a very difficult pain to live with.

Stephanie looked at DJ with tears in her eyes. "I haven't told her yet. She's my little sister, she's always looked up to me. I can't tell her how much of a failure I am." Stephanie sat on her bed crying. It was rare for her to cry, she had always been so tough. But this was one issue that she didn't know how to handle.

DJ got up from her position against the headboard and held her sister in her arms. Steph may be taller than her now, but she'd always be the little chatterbox DJ used to hold in her arms. The two sat crying on the queen-sized bed, the guitar lying next to them. Finally, Stephanie pulled back and wiped her eyes.

Looking into her sister's eyes, DJ spoke, "I think you should tell Michelle. She won't see you as a failure at all. I don't think you're a failure. Nobody will. These things just happen to people. But maybe it would be good to tell her in case this is genetic. We don't want Michelle to suffer this pain too, do we?"

Stephanie hadn't thought about the possibility of Michelle having Premature Ovarian Failure, too. Maybe it would be best to tell her. However, there was a problem, "Deej, she's busy in New York. How am I supposed to tell her?"

DJ pulled out her phone. "Maybe we should video chat with her? It'd still be face to face."

Although it wasn't the preferred method to talk about this, it would have to do. "It's 11 here. What time is it over there?"

"8. She should be home by now. Let's try."

Stephanie pulled out her tablet and called Michelle Tanner. After three rings, a familiar blonde came on the screen. "Hey Steph! How are you? How's the Brady Bunch? ... Are you crying?" Stephanie's eyes were still red and puffy, and DJ came on as well.

"Hey Michelle. We were just talking, and Steph has something she has to tell you."

"Of course. Whatever it is, we can tell each other anything." Michelle was worried about her sisters. DJ especially had always tried not to cry around her

"Michelle. I…I find out a few months ago that…that I have kids. I have Premature Ovarian Failure. It means that I had early menopause. Which means that I don't have any more eggs. I just needed to tell you." Stephanie had to say this around the lump in her throat.

"Oh no, Steph, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" The look on Stephanie's face showed she wasn't alright, but her response said otherwise.

"I'm okay. But these kids, I've fallen in love with them since I moved in, you know? And now, I might want my own and can't have them. I found out a while ago, when I was in England, but at the time I was fine with it. I wouldn't have to stop being DJ Tanner if I accidentally got pregnant, you know? It…it didn't seem so bad at the time. But now, it's hard." Stephanie's voice was cracking again, and she looked away from the video, not that it made a difference as Michelle was crying as well.

"Michelle. We think you might want to get tested too. It didn't happen to me, but we don't know if this could be genetic. Maybe you can freeze your eggs and save them in case it does happen to you as well." DJ was on the screen now.

"I can freeze my eggs? Do you think Steph could use them? I can donate eggs to you Steph! I want to help in any way I can." Michelle's voice had become strong and determined again, wanting to protect her older sister.

Stephanie looked back at the screen. "That would be amazing Michelle. But I really think you should be tested too, just in case you need to save the eggs for yourself. I just needed to tell you, even if you do see me as a failure."

Michelle was astonished by her sister's words. "Failure? Why would I ever see you as a failure? You two are my big sisters, I've always looked up to you, and always will. Deej, you've been so strong since Tommy died. You've been there for the boys as much as possible. And Steph, you left being a dj, your dream of performing for people, to help DJ take care of those guys. Even after so many years, you two are still the most amazing people I've ever known. If there's anything I can do to help, I'm just a call away. Alright Steph? Deej? I'm here. And only a plane ride away if need be. I'll make an appointment with my doctor, and we can see about it. I am really glad you told me though, Steph. I love you. And I love you too, DJ."

"I love you, too, Michelle." The two sisters in the basement spoke in unison.

"Call me any time, okay? It's getting late over there, so goodnight." The women blew each other kisses, and turned off their screens.

Stephanie put the guitar on its stand, and her tablet on her desk, and went to turn off her light. DJ got into bed with her, cuddling with her sister, who she knew needed her tonight.

A/N: If you guys can't tell, Stephanie is my favorite character. So this breaks my heart, but it also makes me hold on to this girl.