Infinite Space
As usual, the characters of this story belong to David Crane, Marta Kauffman and Kevin S. Bright. If I owned them, I certainly wouldn't be writing about them. Anyway, this fic starts back in 1987, when they're teenagers. Depending on reviews, I will continue… so here's my fic.
New York Daily, November 17th, 1987
A car crash on George Washington Bridge last night has left four dead. Two cars travelling at moderate speeds collided as one car hit black ice, which was spread across the bridge. The car spun out of control and slid into the left lane, pushing a family car into the guard-rail, setting it aflame. As police rushed to the scene, the car continued to burn, and all in the family car were pronounced dead at the scene. In the car were two adults by the names Leonard and Sandra Green (47 and 46), as well as two of their three children, Alicia and Jill Green (15 and 14). One Rachel Green (16) survives the Green family. Accident is being investigated, and it is unconfirmed if any charges will be pressed
The single newspaper clipping hung on the bare white wall of a teenager's bedroom. Bags lay packed on the floor, suitcases cluttered the entrance to the room, posters had been torn down, and a crying girl sat on her sheet-less bed while the movers began to tow away all of her belongings.
"Ms. Green?" One of the movers asked her quietly and politely.
She brought her head out of her hands and looked up with her tear stained face. She looked around her bedroom and noticed that all of her stuff was gone. Her eyes were a terrible bloodshot red.
"We need to move the bed." The mover said, gesturing to the bed she was sitting on.
She got up wordlessly.
"Some people are waiting outside for you." He said again.
She nodded her head quickly, and headed out her door. She turned back to look at her room one last time. She walked down the upstairs hallway slowly, averting her eyes from the bedrooms of her deceased parents and sisters, She felt a sob catch in her throat as she passed a family portrait that had been taken a mere two years ago. They had all looked so happy. She walked past it quickly, and went down the stairs for the last time. The emotions were rising to the surface, and she didn't know if she wanted to cry or scream or do both. She ran the rest of the way out of the house. The bright sunlight struck her, and she raised her arms to hide her face.
"Rachel." A voice called from her left.
She waited a minute before her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light, and turned to see who it was.
"Monica." Rachel said quietly.
Monica rushed over and hugged her fiercely.
Rachel hugged her back half-heartedly
"I am so sorry." Monica sobbed.
"I know you are." Rachel mumbled. She was all out of tears.
Jack and Judy Geller sat in the front of their station wagon, while Ross stood outside, leaning against the car. He wasn't great friends with Rachel, but he felt that he knew her pretty well, considering he had had a crush on her for almost four years. She had helped Monica lose weight, and now she was even more beautiful that she had gotten her nose reduced.
"Do you think it's a good idea?" Jack asked his wife and son.
"I don't know if it's a good idea, I just know that we have to do it. She has no where else to go and Monica is her best friend." Judy answered.
"I think it's a good idea." Ross said confidently. "She'll just need some time to get used to the change though, that's all."
His parents nodded agreeably. They had volunteered to let Rachel live with them until she went to college, and was old enough to live on her own. Rachel had no surviving relatives, just a dog named LaPooh. They had also agreed to take the dog in, because they felt that they couldn't take anything more away from Rachel at the moment. She had already lost everything that had mattered in her life. Monica and Rachel began walking slowly toward the car, while Rachel looked back at her mansion forlornly. Ross stepped forward to greet her, and hugged her softly. He didn't have to say anything, his actions said it all. He helped her into the car, and they drove off, leaving her childhood home empty and desolate. She turned her head away and buried her tear streaked faces into Ross's shoulder. He looked at her, surprised before he put his arm around her and began stroking her hair in an attempt to comfort her. Ross looked sympathetically at her as his parents and Monica snuck glances at the two of them.
When they reached the familiar Geller household, Rachel walked In feeling like a stranger. Monica took her arm and led her to her new room, which was right beside Ross's. She understood that Rachel would probably want to be alone, so she left and closed the door behind herself. Her new room was also empty and strangely haunting. The movers would be here soon to move in her stuff. She wouldn't be going back to school for quite a while, so she would be alone with Ross during the days. Monica would be at school, while her parents would be at work. Ross had a semester break, and would be returning to NYU after the Christmas holidays. She heard the doorbell downstairs ring. She knew that it would be the movers. She didn't want to be in the room when they came in, or the questions would start to come.
"I read about your family in the paper, it must be tough."
It was tough, and she needed to escape. She opened her door quickly and quietly, and not watching where she was going, walked into Ross who was also exiting his room.
"Oh. Sorry." Rachel muttered
"No apology needed." Ross smiled.
Rachel heard people walking up the stairs, and her eyes began to scan the hallway looking for an escape. The bathroom was on the other end of the hallway and she would have to pass the stairs to get there.
"Come here." Ross said as he pulled her into his bedroom and locked the door. "you're safe here, if you want." He said sheepishly.
"Thanks." Rachel sighed gratefully. "How did you know?"
"That you were looking for an escape? I just knew." Ross said simply as he flopped down on his twin sized bed and opened a book. "Make yourself comfortable, you might be here for a while."
Rachel nodded and began to walk around his room. It was fairly large, and was covered in dinosaur memorabilia. Ross pretended to be reading, but he glanced over the edge of his book as she looked around his room. He really wanted to talk to her, to make her feel better, but he knew that nothing could make her feel better now. It would take time. He watched as she made her way around his room, and then she stopped. It took Ross a minute to realize that she was crying.
"Oh, hey. Don't cry." He said as he jumped up to hold her. She held onto him tightly and sobbed quietly into his shoulder. Outside they heard people moving around, bringing Rachel's stuff up.
"Where's Ms. Green?" They heard someone ask.
"I don't know. Let me go see."
They heard her walk up to the other end of the hallway, where the bathroom was, and back.
"Ross?" Judy asked as she knocked on the door. "Do you know where Rachel is?"
"Uh, no... but ask Monica. She's in her room." Ross answered quickly.
They heard Judy leave.
"Thank you." Rachel sniffled. "I just need some time, some privacy so I can get used to all these changes."
"Don't say another word. I totally understand." Ross said knowingly.
Rachel sat down on the edge of his bed, before she flopped down. He lay down calmly beside her, and they both stare up at the fake, plastic, glow-in-the-dark stars that covered his ceiling. Ross got up and turned off the light, then crawled back in beside Rachel. They both watched the stars, and after a few minutes of silence, Rachel spoke.
"So, dinosaurs huh?"
Ross began laughing silently, and soon was laughing so hard that his stomach hurt. After a full two minutes of laughter, Rachel couldn't help but join in. That was the beginning to a bonding of a great friendship.
Thanks for reading! The next part will be longer I hope. Also, please review, as I will continue my story pending the reviews. Yes, I know I'm mean:)
rossandrachelforever
As usual, the characters of this story belong to David Crane, Marta Kauffman and Kevin S. Bright. If I owned them, I certainly wouldn't be writing about them. Anyway, this fic starts back in 1987, when they're teenagers. Depending on reviews, I will continue… so here's my fic.
New York Daily, November 17th, 1987
A car crash on George Washington Bridge last night has left four dead. Two cars travelling at moderate speeds collided as one car hit black ice, which was spread across the bridge. The car spun out of control and slid into the left lane, pushing a family car into the guard-rail, setting it aflame. As police rushed to the scene, the car continued to burn, and all in the family car were pronounced dead at the scene. In the car were two adults by the names Leonard and Sandra Green (47 and 46), as well as two of their three children, Alicia and Jill Green (15 and 14). One Rachel Green (16) survives the Green family. Accident is being investigated, and it is unconfirmed if any charges will be pressed
The single newspaper clipping hung on the bare white wall of a teenager's bedroom. Bags lay packed on the floor, suitcases cluttered the entrance to the room, posters had been torn down, and a crying girl sat on her sheet-less bed while the movers began to tow away all of her belongings.
"Ms. Green?" One of the movers asked her quietly and politely.
She brought her head out of her hands and looked up with her tear stained face. She looked around her bedroom and noticed that all of her stuff was gone. Her eyes were a terrible bloodshot red.
"We need to move the bed." The mover said, gesturing to the bed she was sitting on.
She got up wordlessly.
"Some people are waiting outside for you." He said again.
She nodded her head quickly, and headed out her door. She turned back to look at her room one last time. She walked down the upstairs hallway slowly, averting her eyes from the bedrooms of her deceased parents and sisters, She felt a sob catch in her throat as she passed a family portrait that had been taken a mere two years ago. They had all looked so happy. She walked past it quickly, and went down the stairs for the last time. The emotions were rising to the surface, and she didn't know if she wanted to cry or scream or do both. She ran the rest of the way out of the house. The bright sunlight struck her, and she raised her arms to hide her face.
"Rachel." A voice called from her left.
She waited a minute before her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light, and turned to see who it was.
"Monica." Rachel said quietly.
Monica rushed over and hugged her fiercely.
Rachel hugged her back half-heartedly
"I am so sorry." Monica sobbed.
"I know you are." Rachel mumbled. She was all out of tears.
Jack and Judy Geller sat in the front of their station wagon, while Ross stood outside, leaning against the car. He wasn't great friends with Rachel, but he felt that he knew her pretty well, considering he had had a crush on her for almost four years. She had helped Monica lose weight, and now she was even more beautiful that she had gotten her nose reduced.
"Do you think it's a good idea?" Jack asked his wife and son.
"I don't know if it's a good idea, I just know that we have to do it. She has no where else to go and Monica is her best friend." Judy answered.
"I think it's a good idea." Ross said confidently. "She'll just need some time to get used to the change though, that's all."
His parents nodded agreeably. They had volunteered to let Rachel live with them until she went to college, and was old enough to live on her own. Rachel had no surviving relatives, just a dog named LaPooh. They had also agreed to take the dog in, because they felt that they couldn't take anything more away from Rachel at the moment. She had already lost everything that had mattered in her life. Monica and Rachel began walking slowly toward the car, while Rachel looked back at her mansion forlornly. Ross stepped forward to greet her, and hugged her softly. He didn't have to say anything, his actions said it all. He helped her into the car, and they drove off, leaving her childhood home empty and desolate. She turned her head away and buried her tear streaked faces into Ross's shoulder. He looked at her, surprised before he put his arm around her and began stroking her hair in an attempt to comfort her. Ross looked sympathetically at her as his parents and Monica snuck glances at the two of them.
When they reached the familiar Geller household, Rachel walked In feeling like a stranger. Monica took her arm and led her to her new room, which was right beside Ross's. She understood that Rachel would probably want to be alone, so she left and closed the door behind herself. Her new room was also empty and strangely haunting. The movers would be here soon to move in her stuff. She wouldn't be going back to school for quite a while, so she would be alone with Ross during the days. Monica would be at school, while her parents would be at work. Ross had a semester break, and would be returning to NYU after the Christmas holidays. She heard the doorbell downstairs ring. She knew that it would be the movers. She didn't want to be in the room when they came in, or the questions would start to come.
"I read about your family in the paper, it must be tough."
It was tough, and she needed to escape. She opened her door quickly and quietly, and not watching where she was going, walked into Ross who was also exiting his room.
"Oh. Sorry." Rachel muttered
"No apology needed." Ross smiled.
Rachel heard people walking up the stairs, and her eyes began to scan the hallway looking for an escape. The bathroom was on the other end of the hallway and she would have to pass the stairs to get there.
"Come here." Ross said as he pulled her into his bedroom and locked the door. "you're safe here, if you want." He said sheepishly.
"Thanks." Rachel sighed gratefully. "How did you know?"
"That you were looking for an escape? I just knew." Ross said simply as he flopped down on his twin sized bed and opened a book. "Make yourself comfortable, you might be here for a while."
Rachel nodded and began to walk around his room. It was fairly large, and was covered in dinosaur memorabilia. Ross pretended to be reading, but he glanced over the edge of his book as she looked around his room. He really wanted to talk to her, to make her feel better, but he knew that nothing could make her feel better now. It would take time. He watched as she made her way around his room, and then she stopped. It took Ross a minute to realize that she was crying.
"Oh, hey. Don't cry." He said as he jumped up to hold her. She held onto him tightly and sobbed quietly into his shoulder. Outside they heard people moving around, bringing Rachel's stuff up.
"Where's Ms. Green?" They heard someone ask.
"I don't know. Let me go see."
They heard her walk up to the other end of the hallway, where the bathroom was, and back.
"Ross?" Judy asked as she knocked on the door. "Do you know where Rachel is?"
"Uh, no... but ask Monica. She's in her room." Ross answered quickly.
They heard Judy leave.
"Thank you." Rachel sniffled. "I just need some time, some privacy so I can get used to all these changes."
"Don't say another word. I totally understand." Ross said knowingly.
Rachel sat down on the edge of his bed, before she flopped down. He lay down calmly beside her, and they both stare up at the fake, plastic, glow-in-the-dark stars that covered his ceiling. Ross got up and turned off the light, then crawled back in beside Rachel. They both watched the stars, and after a few minutes of silence, Rachel spoke.
"So, dinosaurs huh?"
Ross began laughing silently, and soon was laughing so hard that his stomach hurt. After a full two minutes of laughter, Rachel couldn't help but join in. That was the beginning to a bonding of a great friendship.
Thanks for reading! The next part will be longer I hope. Also, please review, as I will continue my story pending the reviews. Yes, I know I'm mean:)
rossandrachelforever