Summary: Shortly after moving into the Tanner household, Jesse learns he needs glasses.

Set in the first season of the TV show, sometime before "Knock Yourself Out."

This is a work of fan-fiction, written by a fan for other fans. Jeff Franklin created the characters of Full House and Warner Brothers Television Distribution currently owns the rights to the series. No copyright infringement is intended. No money was made from this story.

Note: Uncle Jesse wasn't shown with reading glasses for the first six episodes of Full House. Even after, he could barely get through a scene without whipping them off, which made me suspect that he hadn't worn glasses for very long when the show started. I always got the feeling that Jesse was self-conscious about wearing them, as evidenced by him asking Joey and Danny if he looked like a geek in glasses in season four.

My thanks to Cerm and Amethyst for beta-reading. This is my first Full House fanfic, so I guess that makes it a one-shot. Hopefully, there will be more.

Danny took the bottle from Jesse and turned it over. "Jesse, this doesn't say to give Michelle one teaspoon of medicine. It says to give her one-half teaspoon!" He stared at his brother-in-law, who was dressed in all black like a ninja cowboy. "Do you know what this means?"

Jesse shrugged and gave Danny a sidelong grin. "That I'm not good with fractions?" He rocked back on the heels of his boots.

"No! It means you had me give Michelle twice the recommended dosage of cough medicine! Oh, my God." Danny shoved up the sleeves of his sweater and nervously ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, you stay with Michelle. I'm going to call the poison control center. I have the number downstairs." He dashed out to the hallway and thudded down the stairs in his loafers, leaving Jesse staring at the crib, wide-eyed.

DJ and Stephanie, clad in nightgowns and slippers, walked into Michelle's room. "Uncle Jesse," DJ ventured, "why is Dad running through the house talking to himself?"

Jesse was still staring at the crib, one arm wrapped around his waist and the opposite fist over his mouth, chewing absently on his knuckles.

"Uncle Jesse?"

The man looked up, shook his mane of black hair, and focused on DJ. "Sorry, Deej. Your dad and I accidentally gave Michelle too much cough medicine tonight." His eyes dropped as he said the words.

"Will she be okay?"

Jesse put a hand on each of his niece's shoulders. "He's calling poison control right now."

Danny rushed back into Michelle's room, breathless. "It's okay, Jess. She's gonna be fine. They said the extra medicine might make her a little sleepy, nothing to worry about."

"Thank God." The two men embraced, staring down at the peaceful baby sleeping soundly in her crib.

Danny turned to his two older daughters and gave them each a long hug good-night. "Now, you girls get back into bed. I want to talk to your Uncle Jesse. Alone." He steered them out of Michelle's room and into the girls' shared bedroom.

Both men retreated into Jesse's bedroom of pink bunnies. The door to the hallway was barely closed before Danny lit into Jesse. "What were you thinking? Did you even read the label?"

"Of course I did, I -"

"We could have poisoned my daughter!"

"Danny, I'm sorry." Jesse held his arms open helplessly as he stared at the floor.

"Well, sorry just doesn't cut it, Jesse," Danny stormed. "How could you possibly mix up the dosage? It's listed right here." He held the bottle out to the younger man and pointed at the instructions.

Jesse took the bottle, held it further away from his eyes, and squinted at it. He shrugged and handed the medicine back.

Danny watched Jesse with a curious expression. "Are you having trouble reading that?"

Jesse folded his arms. "Anyone would have trouble reading that." He held his left thumb and forefinger so close together that they were nearly touching. "The print is like this big."

"Jesse, I think you might need reading glasses."

The younger man stared at Danny. "What are you talking about? Reading glasses are for old people. Besides, I hate to read. Gives me a headache."

Danny put a hand on his brother-in-law's shoulder. "Jesse. Headaches while reading are a symptom of eye strain. When was the last time you had your eyes checked?"

Jesse shrugged away from Danny's hand. "I dunno. Five, ten years?"

"Well, you need to have another exam. I'll set up an appointment for you with my -"

Jesse cut him off. "Danny, I just made a mistake tonight. I do not need an eye exam." He glared at the older man.

Joey walked in unannounced, wearing a loud shirt and an even louder tie. "Hey guys, there you are. I just got a late gig at the Laugh Machine and I wanted to make sure someone would be home tonight to watch the girls."

"I'll be here, Joey," offered Danny.

Jesse strutted over to Joey and threw an arm over his shoulder. "Joseph, Joseph, Joseph. Just the man I wanted to see." Jesse handed Joey the medicine bottle and gave Danny a dirty look. "Read this label for me."

Joey looked concerned. "Is somebody sick?"

Jesse mock-punched him on the shoulder. "Just read the label, will ya?"

Joey shrugged. "All righty then." Sounding like a newscaster, he read in a sing-song voice, "'Give one-half teaspoon four times a day as needed for -'"

Jesse swiped the bottle back from Joey. "Gimme that."

"Face it, Jesse," Danny said. "You need reading glasses."

"Jesse?" Joey chortled. "Jesse needs reading glasses? Now this, I gotta see." He doubled over with laughter. Imitating Jesse, he intoned, "'Should I go with the early Elvis look or late Elvis? Ooh, these frames even have attached sideburns!'"

"I'm glad you find this so humorous," Jesse said. He glared at Joey and stalked out of the room.

"Nice going, Joey." Danny shook his head and followed Jesse down the stairs. Joey followed briskly at Danny's heels.

"Jesse!" Danny called, but that only made Jesse move faster. By the time Danny and Joey caught up to him, Jesse had already put on his black leather jacket over his dark T-shirt.

"Jesse," Danny chided. "Where are you going?"

"Out," he replied, grabbing his motorcycle helmet.

"Jess, I'm really sorry," Joey said. "I wasn't thinking."

Strapping on his helmet, Jesse moved toward the door. Danny called after him, "You can't keep running away every time things don't go your way." Jesse hesitated, then opened the front door. "And if you do," Danny continued, "you really should wear something more reflective."

Jesse slammed the door as he walked out.

I had to make a minor edit to reflect that Danny actually gave Michelle her medicine in this story, because, according to Happy Birthday, Babies, Part 1, Jesse and Joey haven't done that yet when this story is taking place.