Disclaimer: Going to repeat this only once – it's fairly obvious I don't own them, not making a profit off of them either, but I do currently own $7.56 in change, which is probably saved up for the tenth season DVD.

A/N: After writing two or three consecutively semi-depressing chapters, I've started this with a lot of fluffy and happy stuff. I've delayed the first two chapters since real life intervened. Anyways, this chapter's shorter since it's a prologue – it's post-finale, serving as a sequel (and a prequel) to "Five Words," not that I'm plugging…

Kind of Perfect

Nostalgia

Cameras flashed and shuttered brightly across the room.

Rachel stood with her arm slipped around her husband's back as he proudly took pictures of Emma along with her friends, standing side-by-side their respective dates for several poses. Other parents – most of them also from the same neighborhood, even Monica and Chandler had driven from their Westchester home – resumed taking photos, elated for their children, in the Gellers' Scarsdale home on one of the more monumental events of a teenager's life.

Senior prom night.

Emma looked radiantly stunning in a blue strapless vintage dress, accentuating her blue eyes – almost matching the same shade like her mother. While most of her hair had been tied into a bun, some strands of her hair flowing freely down, resting on her shoulders and glistening a similar shade of dirty blonde. People often reminded her of how she was almost the exact replica of Rachel in her teens. Fortunately, the nose job wasn't necessary.

Reminiscent of Rachel, she had been the class president (with an almost perfect GPA – that characteristic acquired from her father), the head cheerleader, the homecoming queen and the favorite to win prom queen – and even though Emma and Christine had been for the most part spoiled by their grandpa Green, they managed to have been raised by Ross and Rachel to both more self-sufficient than Rachel, Amy and Jill could have wished or hoped for at the same age.

Erica, one of Emma's best friends and cousin, also looked vibrantly gorgeous with her normally wavy, naturally blonde hair that had been straightened for the night. She wore a simple, yet elegant green dress she had found and adored while shopping with her cousin. Erica had been able to procure a date through Emma's boyfriend's friend, who was also a mutual friend within their clique.

Numerous variations of "have a great time" and "have fun" were articulated as the group of teenagers headed out the door and into a black limo. As the limo pulled away from the house, the other parents also retreated home as Ross and Rachel walked back into their home, shutting the main door behind them.

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In a couple weeks, Emma was going to be graduating from Edgemont High School as one of the class's two valedictorians. Her parents, obviously, were extremely proud of all of the accomplishments.

As Rachel strolled past her daughter's room, she observed the boxes scattered started cluttering her oldest daughter's room, which was definitely more of a Green trait than a Geller. One or two of them taped shut, while several others open as the boxes waited for more of her belongings to be placed inside. There were also several compact discs and DVDs dispersed about the messy room, most of them not in their cases.

And yet as each day went by, her room slowly became and felt emptier. The posters that used to adorn her walls were now substituted with the room's original white walls.

In about another three months or so, Ross and Rachel Geller's oldest daughter would be moving out and heading west: southern California, to be precise, where she'd be beginning her first semester at the University of California, Los Angeles as her apartment was a short drive from her Uncle Joey and Aunt Alex Tribianni's place.

And although there were phone calls to be made and e-mails to be sent, the thought of Emma not being around daily and available saddened both Rachel and Ross. And being quite the emotional person she had made a reputation of, it even made her weepy at times.

It was pretty much the same experience that Ross went through with Ben about seven or eight years ago when Ben had been accepted to a college in and moved down to Florida. Now, he recently turned twenty-five. Luckily, Christine – who was more Ross than Rachel, but nonetheless, a much more-balanced combination of her parents – would still be around for a few more years… hopefully.

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"So, whose bright idea was it to get Miss Congeniality again, let alone Miss Congeniality 2?" Rachel inquired, holding up the aforementioned discs as she placed them down on the latest Pottery Barn table.

"Chandler," Ross informed. "Go figure. Miss Congeniality is also Emma's favorite movie…"

"Ah, well. The first one is better." She nodded, flashing that patented gorgeous smile of hers and twinkle in her eyes that still made him melt. "Anyways, while I was looking through Emma's stuff, I found this…"

"What is it?" he asked, sitting down on a leather sofa as Rachel placed the disc into the DVD player. She sat next to Ross on the sofa as she pressed the 'play' button on the remote, laying her legs across and head on Ross's lap and shoulder as she ran her hands through her now shorter, still dirty brownish-blonde hair. Finally, her hands interlocked with his, making them seem tiny in comparison.

Yet, they fit – almost too perfectly.

Aside from his couple strands of gray embedded in his hair, Ross didn't seem to age much at all. And while he was still fit, his body and muscles were no longer as toned or defined as they were when he was younger.

"You'll see," she replied, coolly.

Of course, they, like many other married couples, had had their fair share of ups and downs – definitely more from the former category than the latter. After almost fifteen years of marriage to his "lobster," it was the little things and special moments like these that Ross treasured and could never get tired of – and it was also something Rachel wouldn't exchange, not even for all the store credit in the world.

"Over here, Jack. Okay, I see Rachel's coming up the path. Oh, doesn't she look pretty? Jack, get this," Judy instructed him, echoing from the television.

Rachel hit the pause button on the remote, looking at Ross, "So, honey, you sure you want to watch?"

"Of course," he approved as grinning that goofy yet charming smile that still made her melt as he leaned into give her a soft kiss on the lips. "I'm sure. In the long-run, we both know how it all ends..."

"I still can't believe you were going to do that for me, Ross." She gazed long into his still intensely brown eyes with him reciprocating. She replied somewhere in between a tone of teasing and seriousness, "I love you, Mr. Rachel."

"I love you too, Mrs. Ross," he affirmed in a similar fashion, giving her another shorter kiss on the lips before she pressed the button, resuming the film from her prom. He cozily draped his arm across her back, leaving the hand on her right shoulder as she gravitated towards him, snuggling as he placed a thin comforter over them.

"Get a shot of Monica. Where's Monica?" Judy continued.

As Rachel and Ross stared intently at the television screen, their thoughts were mostly wandering elsewhere, reflecting contentedly back on the past fifteen years together…