A/N Okey, so this is my first Friends fanfic, so please review ;) It's written in script version i hope that's okey.
If you would like me to continue it and make it a full episode let me know.
The One with Phoebe's Psychic.
(Evening time, everyone is in the big apartment involved in some kind of activity.)
Monica: (cleaning the television.) I don't care!
Joey: (Trying to watch the television.) But Mon, I can't see.. (In a whiny voice.) Besides if you clean that thing anymore there'll be sparks flying from it! (Monica Glares at him.)
Joey: (shrinking back in fear a little.) But then they say cleanliness is next to…(Frown's trying to remember the saying.)
Ross: (Not looking up from his paper) It's Godliness Joe.
Joey: (Laughs at Ross's words.) Ross please, Cleaning has nothing to do with religion. (He laughs, Including the rest of the group, in Ross's humiliation, Not noticing that he is the only one laughing.)
Ross: (deciding not to even bother explaining to Joey, Turn's to phoebe.) Hey Pheebs, Wasn't your Psychic's name Madam Zouche?
Phoebe: (stops staring at the biscuit in her hand and sits fully up.)
Oh My god Ross! How did you know that? (She asks seeming to be in genuine awe.)
Ross: (frowning.) You told me. (He says almost as if he is asking her.)
Phoebe: (Slumping back down seeming disappointed.) Oh, right. I just thought that maybe.. You know, you had 'the gift.' (She says the last part dramatically.)
Ross: (Half smiling.) Well I can see now how easily your psychic convinces you to give her twenty five dollars a session for a load of Boohockey. (He mocks Phoebe sounding amused. And ignoring the inquisitive looks he got at the word Boohockey.)
Phoebe: (Standing up in a temper and pointing a finger at Ross.) Hey! Just because you don't believe in something, it doesn't make it wrong or untrue!Just because you can't explain it with your scientific ways…You know your cups and beakers and.. Dinosaur bones, It doesn't make it fictional, You….You…Non-believer!
Ross: I'm Sorry Phoebe It's just.. (Phoebe cuts across him, before he can finish)
Phoebe: No, No you're not sorry! (She lectures.)But you will be when you die a horrible karmic death, for knocking someone's beliefs!
Ross: That's not what Karma is about Pheebs. (Ross replies a little nervously.)
Phoebe: Oh and what would you know about it Mr I-Don't-Believe-In-Anything-that -Can't-Be-Proved-With-Books!
You know, this same thing happened to my room mate Denise! She had a friend who knocked this other woman's beliefs, and that same night, BAM! (She exclaims Clapping her hands and making Joey jump.) He died, And the woman's psychic went on to win three medals for fortune telling!
Ross: (Looking at phoebe sceptically.) That didn't happen did it Pheebs? (He asks as though speaking to a toddler.)
Phoebe: See there you go again, Non-believer. (She jeers as she grabs her coat.)
You know, I just look forward to when Madame Zouche wins her medals! (She shouts back at Ross as she walks out of the apartment, Slamming the door behind her.)
Joey: wow! I never knew people got so worked up about their beliefs. (He pauses for a second before turning to Ross.) Hey listen man, I am so sorry about earlier, with the cleanliness Godliness thing, You have the right to believe whatever you want! (He leans back exhaling before noticing the inquisitive, yet amused look on Rachel's face from the chair she is relaxed in.) What? (He say's leaning towards her slightly.) I don't wanna die!
Monica: (Finally stepping back from the television to admire how clean it is, Before turning to Ross, looking curious,) Hey, Why did you brink up Madame Zouche anyway? (She asks, her arms folded.)
Ross: (Now looking at his paper again, looks up.) Oh, It's just… It say's here she's dead.
( Opening theme music.)