What if Pete and Monica didn't break up? Dramatic, but, a guaranteed happy
ending!
Disclaimer: Do I own them? Nope. I also don't own the first few lines, as they are from the show directly.
Stop Crying Your Heart Out
As Monica walked into the training room, she didn't expect to see Pete in the condition he was in. He was wearing a full body cast as a result in his attempt to become the next Ultimate Fighter. He winced as he turned to see who was at the door.
"It's ok. It's not as bad as it looks; it's a precaution. I'm not supposed to move my spine."
"Please tell me you're stopping now," Monica pleaded.
"I'm fine!" Pete insisted, "I'd fight tonight if they let me!" He got up and started swinging in circles, "See this circle I'm marking off? This is my zone of terror!"
"You are insane! You have to give this up!"
"I can't until I'm the ultimate fighter. I will do it. I'm telling you, the day will come when children will argue over who will win a fight, me or Superman. Now, I'm not saying I could beat Superman, but you know, kids are stupid."
"Sit down. All right? Please, just listen to me," She begged, "You are terrible at this! Okay? You are the worst ultimate fighter ever! Ever!"
"You know I have a torn rotator cuff, a hairline fracture in my right forearm, and a severely bruised Adam's Apple, but that really hurt."
"Well then, you know what? I care about you to much to watch you hurt yourself like this," she continued, "So if you have to do this, then you're gonna have to do it without me."
"I don't want to lose you Monica."
"Well, then you have to quit this playing."
"It's not playing, it's fighting!"
"Whatever. Just pick. Me? Or," rolling her eyes, "fighting?"
Pete seemed to consider this for awhile, mumbling to himself. 'Well, I've fought so long for Monica, and now I finally have her, but I don't want to quit.'
"Hello?"
Pete snapped out of his trance and told Monica that he had picked her.
Monica smiled. She hadn't liked him at first, but he found his determination kind of endearing. He wasn't that bad looking either, and a very, very good kisser. "Good." She smiled again, and leaned in to kiss him. As their lips met, she heard him grunt, and she pulled back. "What?" she asked,
"My Adam's apple."
-2 months later-
Monica was still with Pete, and she was happy. For their 3 months, he flew them all the way to France for a week. Pete was practically a celebrity there. Everyone knew him. He had to learn some French, just so he could understand what the locals were saying to him! On their way back, they had a little bit of trouble at the airport. The stupid desk woman told them that their luggage had somehow been transported to Hong Kong, and that it would take about 2 days to get it back.
Monica knew that she was falling for him, but they hadn't had 'the talk' yet. She hoped that what he wanted in the future was the same as hers. Kids, marriage.She could only hope. Rachel was already getting excited about her getting married to a millionaire, and truth be told, she was excited herself.
As they returned to Pete's house, Monica would spend the night, they could barely wait until they got through the door before starting to make out. (a.n. I hate writing her with Pete!!!) They dropped their bags, a briefcase and purse, and made their way over to the couch.
"May I ask you a question?" Monica inquired, breaking the kiss.
"Can it wait till later?"
Monica thought for a second. She had already waited long enough, why not a few more hours? "Yeah, I guess so." She smiled at him.
It was only after Pete had fallen asleep did Monica remember that she hadn't talked to him. Shrugging off a sinking feeling in her stomach, she got up off the bed, put on her new silk robe, and went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, and questioned herself. 'Why am I so worried? This is Pete we're talking about here! He loves me. He loves ME!' She took a deep breath and realized something. 'Shit! We forgot to use protection! Shit, shit, shit!' "Shit!" she swore out loud, accidentally knocking some of her cleansers and make up off the counter.
"Honey, you ok?" Pete asked, waking up.
"I'm fine!"
"Alright." He said, and fell back asleep.
'Shit.'
She took a few deep breaths and walked back to the bed. She took off her robe, hanging it on the back of the door, and went back to the bed. She tossed and turned for the next few hours, before finally falling into an uneasy sleep.
The next 2 weeks were hell for Monica. Pete seemed to have forgotten that she had to talk to him, and she dare not bring it up, afraid of his answer. Things at work weren't going so well either. One of the best chefs, after her of course, was on maternity leave, leaving her with an inexperienced newbie to teach. She came home every day stressed and tired, which may have led to the flu she had now. Lack of sleep and her worrying got the best of her, and she had to stay in bed for a week. The restaurant practically had to close down because of the shortage of chefs. Luckily, Monica got better soon enough that they didn't have too many problems. Also, Monica's period was late, of which she didn't think much of. It usually happened when she was stressed. What with the work problems and her sickness, she had become quite weak, and it probably had something to do with it. Pete noticed as well, and was concerned.
"Monica, are you feeling alright?" he asked, as she came home frazzled and tired.
"I'm just tired, that's all."
"I really think you should go to the doctor honey."
"I'm alright ok!?" she paused, "I'm going to go to bed."
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"I ate at work," she lied.
"Alright. Good night hon."
"Night."
Truth was, Monica didn't have to go to sleep. She was tired, but she needed time for herself to think. She got out of her work clothes, changed into her pjs and got under the covers. She was a little worried about her period being late. 'No, it couldn't be,' she told herself. She sighed. 'What else could it be?' Ahhhh!!! She felt as if her head was about to explode. Once again, she was convincing herself that Pete loved her. It wasn't healthy to do that was it? She got up from the bed, and decided to go talk to him. She opened the bedroom door, and walked out into the hall. As she was nearing the end, she heard a heated conversation coming from inside Pete's office. She decided to wait until morning.
Two weeks. She was two weeks late, hadn't talked to Pete, and was still hassled and stressed out by work. Things at home (a.n. sry, forgot to mention, they live together k? k) weren't going so smoothly either. Pete's work wasn't going well, and he often had to stay out late with meetings and so forth. Monica usually came home to an eerily quiet, overly clean house. They had a maid, but she didn't clean how Monica liked it, so she usually re-cleaned everything.
She had talked to Rachel about her fatigue, and she had suggested that she take a pregnancy test.
"Rach, where did you hear that?"
"Pregnant women are more tired than usual. Now come on. I'm going to go get you a test, and you're going to use it. Alright?"
Monica just nodded. By the time Rachel returned from the drug store, back to Monica and Pete's mansion, she found Monica asleep on the couch. It must have been a light sleep however, because as she pulled a blanket over her, Monica's eyes fluttered open.
"Hey, back so early?"
"Mon, it's me Rach."
"Oh, hey. Did you get it?"
"It's right here," she said, holding up a paper bag. "Now go use it."
"Okay." Monica answered, groggily.
She followed the instructions. She took it out of the package, peed on it and now, she was having a hard time waiting for 12 minutes. As 10 minutes rolled by, she started getting antsy.
"Rachel, I can't look. Could you look for me please?"
"Are you sure?"
"Positive," Monica replied, without realizing the double meaning. She gave Rach a small smile, and exited the bathroom.
Outside, Monica paced back and forth in front of the couch. She didn't know why she was so nervous. She had always wanted to have kids, so why did she feel like it shouldn't happen now?
'Ding'
Monica froze. The entire house was silent.
Rachel picked up the test, careful to not touch the one end.
"It's blue!" Rachel called out.
'Blue?' "What does that mean Rach?"
"It means that," she paused, "It means that you're pregnant."
It was long after Rachel left when Monica still lie awake on the bed. Pete had come home, and just crashed. She didn't bother to bug him about it because she knew he had to be at work early the next day. She however, had the day off.
Monica usually enjoyed her days off. She'd clean, watch Trading Spaces, and clean some more. It took her the entire day to clean the whole house, because today was also their maid's day off as well. She was exhausted by the time dinnertime rolled around; she just popped some leftovers in the microwave and ate that. After she finished her 'dinner', she went to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. At least she now knew why she was tired all the time. She brushed her hair and placed her hand on her stomach. It all seemed so surreal. She hadn't even felt sick or anything. Studying herself in the mirror, she noticed that she had gotten thinner. She made a mental note to eat more, as to not harm the baby or herself. She placed her toothbrush back in its original spot, and something caught her eye. Looking to her left, she saw something that looked to be garbage, and threw it out without giving it a second look. She flossed, washed her face, and went off to bed.
Rolling over, she extended her arms out to stretch. She yawned, turned and sat on the edge of the bed as she put on her fuzzy slippers. Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was 9:17am. She had to get to work in about 4 hours. She yawned and stretched again as she stood up to go to the bathroom. 'Where's Pete's towel? Did he not come home last night? Where is he?' She started to worry, and started pacing back and forth, but stopped soon after, as the action was making her dizzy. She decided not to worry just yet.
Pete woke up with his head in the toilet. He knew that it wasn't a good idea to try and drink away his problems, but when his colleagues suggested that they go out and have a few drinks, he decided to go along. At least he wasn't drunk enough to have sex with some stranger, but he was impaired enough to have forgotten to call Monica. He looked at his surroundings and recognized that he was at his friend Matt's house. He slowly got to his feet, facing the mirror as he got up. He looked at himself in disgust, and he smelled and felt like crap. He made his way to the kitchen, and glanced at the clock on the microwave. 10:58 am. 'What day is it? Wednesday? Thursday? Thursday. Monica works at 12:30.I'm not going to make it home in time.' He left Matt's house around 11:30 in a cab. He arrived at home at about 1:00, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. He took out a new towel, and took a long shower. He got into some clean clothes and shaved. 'Where did it go?' He wondered, searching for his little sample bottle of cologne. It was right here.He searched the whole bathroom, and finally saw the cap poking out of the trash.
Monica's day at work didn't go over so well. The new guy burned an entire order, which meant that Monica had to re-teach it to him. There was also a party there, meaning that she had to make about 10 of each dish. She barely had time to worry about Pete. In fact, she had forgotten all about it until she got home.
Okie.To Be Continued my sweets (..oh and the 4 hour thing, it says about!!
Disclaimer: Do I own them? Nope. I also don't own the first few lines, as they are from the show directly.
Stop Crying Your Heart Out
As Monica walked into the training room, she didn't expect to see Pete in the condition he was in. He was wearing a full body cast as a result in his attempt to become the next Ultimate Fighter. He winced as he turned to see who was at the door.
"It's ok. It's not as bad as it looks; it's a precaution. I'm not supposed to move my spine."
"Please tell me you're stopping now," Monica pleaded.
"I'm fine!" Pete insisted, "I'd fight tonight if they let me!" He got up and started swinging in circles, "See this circle I'm marking off? This is my zone of terror!"
"You are insane! You have to give this up!"
"I can't until I'm the ultimate fighter. I will do it. I'm telling you, the day will come when children will argue over who will win a fight, me or Superman. Now, I'm not saying I could beat Superman, but you know, kids are stupid."
"Sit down. All right? Please, just listen to me," She begged, "You are terrible at this! Okay? You are the worst ultimate fighter ever! Ever!"
"You know I have a torn rotator cuff, a hairline fracture in my right forearm, and a severely bruised Adam's Apple, but that really hurt."
"Well then, you know what? I care about you to much to watch you hurt yourself like this," she continued, "So if you have to do this, then you're gonna have to do it without me."
"I don't want to lose you Monica."
"Well, then you have to quit this playing."
"It's not playing, it's fighting!"
"Whatever. Just pick. Me? Or," rolling her eyes, "fighting?"
Pete seemed to consider this for awhile, mumbling to himself. 'Well, I've fought so long for Monica, and now I finally have her, but I don't want to quit.'
"Hello?"
Pete snapped out of his trance and told Monica that he had picked her.
Monica smiled. She hadn't liked him at first, but he found his determination kind of endearing. He wasn't that bad looking either, and a very, very good kisser. "Good." She smiled again, and leaned in to kiss him. As their lips met, she heard him grunt, and she pulled back. "What?" she asked,
"My Adam's apple."
-2 months later-
Monica was still with Pete, and she was happy. For their 3 months, he flew them all the way to France for a week. Pete was practically a celebrity there. Everyone knew him. He had to learn some French, just so he could understand what the locals were saying to him! On their way back, they had a little bit of trouble at the airport. The stupid desk woman told them that their luggage had somehow been transported to Hong Kong, and that it would take about 2 days to get it back.
Monica knew that she was falling for him, but they hadn't had 'the talk' yet. She hoped that what he wanted in the future was the same as hers. Kids, marriage.She could only hope. Rachel was already getting excited about her getting married to a millionaire, and truth be told, she was excited herself.
As they returned to Pete's house, Monica would spend the night, they could barely wait until they got through the door before starting to make out. (a.n. I hate writing her with Pete!!!) They dropped their bags, a briefcase and purse, and made their way over to the couch.
"May I ask you a question?" Monica inquired, breaking the kiss.
"Can it wait till later?"
Monica thought for a second. She had already waited long enough, why not a few more hours? "Yeah, I guess so." She smiled at him.
It was only after Pete had fallen asleep did Monica remember that she hadn't talked to him. Shrugging off a sinking feeling in her stomach, she got up off the bed, put on her new silk robe, and went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, and questioned herself. 'Why am I so worried? This is Pete we're talking about here! He loves me. He loves ME!' She took a deep breath and realized something. 'Shit! We forgot to use protection! Shit, shit, shit!' "Shit!" she swore out loud, accidentally knocking some of her cleansers and make up off the counter.
"Honey, you ok?" Pete asked, waking up.
"I'm fine!"
"Alright." He said, and fell back asleep.
'Shit.'
She took a few deep breaths and walked back to the bed. She took off her robe, hanging it on the back of the door, and went back to the bed. She tossed and turned for the next few hours, before finally falling into an uneasy sleep.
The next 2 weeks were hell for Monica. Pete seemed to have forgotten that she had to talk to him, and she dare not bring it up, afraid of his answer. Things at work weren't going so well either. One of the best chefs, after her of course, was on maternity leave, leaving her with an inexperienced newbie to teach. She came home every day stressed and tired, which may have led to the flu she had now. Lack of sleep and her worrying got the best of her, and she had to stay in bed for a week. The restaurant practically had to close down because of the shortage of chefs. Luckily, Monica got better soon enough that they didn't have too many problems. Also, Monica's period was late, of which she didn't think much of. It usually happened when she was stressed. What with the work problems and her sickness, she had become quite weak, and it probably had something to do with it. Pete noticed as well, and was concerned.
"Monica, are you feeling alright?" he asked, as she came home frazzled and tired.
"I'm just tired, that's all."
"I really think you should go to the doctor honey."
"I'm alright ok!?" she paused, "I'm going to go to bed."
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"I ate at work," she lied.
"Alright. Good night hon."
"Night."
Truth was, Monica didn't have to go to sleep. She was tired, but she needed time for herself to think. She got out of her work clothes, changed into her pjs and got under the covers. She was a little worried about her period being late. 'No, it couldn't be,' she told herself. She sighed. 'What else could it be?' Ahhhh!!! She felt as if her head was about to explode. Once again, she was convincing herself that Pete loved her. It wasn't healthy to do that was it? She got up from the bed, and decided to go talk to him. She opened the bedroom door, and walked out into the hall. As she was nearing the end, she heard a heated conversation coming from inside Pete's office. She decided to wait until morning.
Two weeks. She was two weeks late, hadn't talked to Pete, and was still hassled and stressed out by work. Things at home (a.n. sry, forgot to mention, they live together k? k) weren't going so smoothly either. Pete's work wasn't going well, and he often had to stay out late with meetings and so forth. Monica usually came home to an eerily quiet, overly clean house. They had a maid, but she didn't clean how Monica liked it, so she usually re-cleaned everything.
She had talked to Rachel about her fatigue, and she had suggested that she take a pregnancy test.
"Rach, where did you hear that?"
"Pregnant women are more tired than usual. Now come on. I'm going to go get you a test, and you're going to use it. Alright?"
Monica just nodded. By the time Rachel returned from the drug store, back to Monica and Pete's mansion, she found Monica asleep on the couch. It must have been a light sleep however, because as she pulled a blanket over her, Monica's eyes fluttered open.
"Hey, back so early?"
"Mon, it's me Rach."
"Oh, hey. Did you get it?"
"It's right here," she said, holding up a paper bag. "Now go use it."
"Okay." Monica answered, groggily.
She followed the instructions. She took it out of the package, peed on it and now, she was having a hard time waiting for 12 minutes. As 10 minutes rolled by, she started getting antsy.
"Rachel, I can't look. Could you look for me please?"
"Are you sure?"
"Positive," Monica replied, without realizing the double meaning. She gave Rach a small smile, and exited the bathroom.
Outside, Monica paced back and forth in front of the couch. She didn't know why she was so nervous. She had always wanted to have kids, so why did she feel like it shouldn't happen now?
'Ding'
Monica froze. The entire house was silent.
Rachel picked up the test, careful to not touch the one end.
"It's blue!" Rachel called out.
'Blue?' "What does that mean Rach?"
"It means that," she paused, "It means that you're pregnant."
It was long after Rachel left when Monica still lie awake on the bed. Pete had come home, and just crashed. She didn't bother to bug him about it because she knew he had to be at work early the next day. She however, had the day off.
Monica usually enjoyed her days off. She'd clean, watch Trading Spaces, and clean some more. It took her the entire day to clean the whole house, because today was also their maid's day off as well. She was exhausted by the time dinnertime rolled around; she just popped some leftovers in the microwave and ate that. After she finished her 'dinner', she went to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. At least she now knew why she was tired all the time. She brushed her hair and placed her hand on her stomach. It all seemed so surreal. She hadn't even felt sick or anything. Studying herself in the mirror, she noticed that she had gotten thinner. She made a mental note to eat more, as to not harm the baby or herself. She placed her toothbrush back in its original spot, and something caught her eye. Looking to her left, she saw something that looked to be garbage, and threw it out without giving it a second look. She flossed, washed her face, and went off to bed.
Rolling over, she extended her arms out to stretch. She yawned, turned and sat on the edge of the bed as she put on her fuzzy slippers. Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was 9:17am. She had to get to work in about 4 hours. She yawned and stretched again as she stood up to go to the bathroom. 'Where's Pete's towel? Did he not come home last night? Where is he?' She started to worry, and started pacing back and forth, but stopped soon after, as the action was making her dizzy. She decided not to worry just yet.
Pete woke up with his head in the toilet. He knew that it wasn't a good idea to try and drink away his problems, but when his colleagues suggested that they go out and have a few drinks, he decided to go along. At least he wasn't drunk enough to have sex with some stranger, but he was impaired enough to have forgotten to call Monica. He looked at his surroundings and recognized that he was at his friend Matt's house. He slowly got to his feet, facing the mirror as he got up. He looked at himself in disgust, and he smelled and felt like crap. He made his way to the kitchen, and glanced at the clock on the microwave. 10:58 am. 'What day is it? Wednesday? Thursday? Thursday. Monica works at 12:30.I'm not going to make it home in time.' He left Matt's house around 11:30 in a cab. He arrived at home at about 1:00, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. He took out a new towel, and took a long shower. He got into some clean clothes and shaved. 'Where did it go?' He wondered, searching for his little sample bottle of cologne. It was right here.He searched the whole bathroom, and finally saw the cap poking out of the trash.
Monica's day at work didn't go over so well. The new guy burned an entire order, which meant that Monica had to re-teach it to him. There was also a party there, meaning that she had to make about 10 of each dish. She barely had time to worry about Pete. In fact, she had forgotten all about it until she got home.
Okie.To Be Continued my sweets (..oh and the 4 hour thing, it says about!!
