Fate Has a Way
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong to someone else, someone that isn't me. But I do own Phillip, Rosemary, Rebecca, Neil, and Thomas. Unfortunately, those are all the ones that really don't matter. Oh well, at least it's something…
I was supposed to be doing my paper on the Great Depression, but that was very, well, for lack of a better word, depressing. I needed to cheer myself up. I've had this idea in my head for a long time so I figured, why not just write this and put off the history paper. I have a whole bunch of ideas for where this is gonna go and it'll probably turn out to have a whole bunch of chapters by the time I'm done. The first chapter's purpose is mainly to confuse the heck outta you, and it's intended to be a prologue kinda thing, just remember that when you're reading it. The real story doesn't start until next chapter. I wonder if anyone is still reading this. If you are, well, then you are a braver soul than I. Here goes nothing…
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Prologue: While You Shoulda Been Sleeping
The phone was ringing. Monica yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Who in the world would be calling me at this hour?" she muttered as she glanced at her clock. It was 3:30 in the morning. "Well, I know it's not Rachel," she laughed to herself. Not wanting to turn on any lights, she reached for the phone on her night table. "Hello?" she mumbled into the receiver.
"Hey little sis. It's me. We're at the hospital. She went into labor about two hours ago, but I didn't want to wake you up."
"Right Phillip. 'Cause you know I'm always awake at 3:30 in the morning. How long did they say it was gonna be?"
"Right now Rosemary isn't too far along, so I'm getting the feeling that it's going to be a very long day. I thought that I'd just call and let you know."
"Because you just love me so much. Have you called everyone else yet?"
"I called Rose's parents and Mom and Dad, but I have to call Rebecca, Neil, and Thomas. Rosemary's parents said that they would call her brother. Oh, and thanks for arranging the private room. I know that those are hard to come by at St. Elizabeth's." (A/N: I don't know hospitals in Philadelphia; I just made it up).
"No problem. I still have my connections in Philadelphia, even if I do live in New York now. Well, I should get back to sleep if I'm gonna try to fly out later tonight, but I'll call before work to see how you're doing."
"Shouldn't you be calling to check on Rosemary and the baby?"
"No," she laughed. "It's you I'm worried about. Oh, I would advise not calling anybody else, especially Rebecca, until about 7:00 or else you'll never hear the end of it. I mean, honestly Phil, I know you're excited about early morning feedings and all that other good stuff that comes with fatherhood, but 3:30? What do you honestly think I'm gonna do at 3:30 in the morning when I live in another state? Make Rosemary magically have the baby now. I said I had connections; I didn't say I was a magician. You should have called Phoebe if you were looking for a woman with special powers."
"Well then, I guess I had the wrong number," He laughs. "Come to Philadelphia as soon as possible because it doesn't look like anyone but you and our parents will be able to make it out here in the next week unless Beck can pull off a miracle. You can stay in our apartment if you want, and you should see if Rachel and your friend Phoebe want to come. We have room, and I hardly know Phoebe."
"Oh, so that's what this is all about. You want me to come and stay with the dog and those cats. And what do you think I'm going to do with Max and Callie? Just leave them to that guy across the hall. You know there's something about Kip that I really don't like, and I'm not sure if it's just because he's never not cheated on one of his girlfriends. But you know how all of us developed a sixth sense about who's really telling the truth. You know what I mean, it's a Crawford thing."
"Absolutely, but I bet you could leave them with someone from the office. Please tell me you have more friends in New York than just Rachel and Phoebe. I mean, there are a lot of people in that city."
"Shut up Phillip. I'm sure I could leave them with Phoebe's grandmother and her boyfriend. Anyway, this time I'm actually gonna let you get back your wife. Tell Rosemary good luck, and I expect you to call me the second my niece or nephew is born."
"Bye Mon."
"Bye Phillip."
Monica sighed. She wished that she lived closer to her family. Phillip, who got a coveted spot at a very prestigious Philadelphia law firm, had moved there with Rosemary; he was two years older than Monica. Rebecca, who was one year younger than her, had just finished her last year as a resident at John's Hopkins and was now in Baltimore, doing a fellowship in pulmonology (lungs and related stuff but I don't know if I spelled it right). Neil, who was two years her junior, was at Harvard getting his Masters in business. And Thomas, who was the baby of the family, was a senior at Yale.
So it looked as though she was going to be the only one of them able to fly to Philadelphia for the weekend to see their first niece or nephew. She was incredibly happy for her older brother and for Rosemary. In addition, the two of them had decided that she would be the baby's godmother, and she couldn't have been more thrilled at that. She probably could even convince Rachel and Phoebe to come to Philadelphia with her; she was almost sure that she could. Rachel had been her best friend for as long as she could remember and had become a very close family friend. They had met when they were six years old and Rachel's mom had just remarried, so Rachel was new to Boston. (A/N: In this, I've changed a whole lot about Rachel and Monica's past, so you're just gonna have to bear with me. I promise, it will all be explained. For now, all you need to know is that Rachel's parents split when she was really little and her mom married a guy who lived in Boston.)
She rolled over and closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would come quickly because it looked like it was going to be a long day. Besides, Rachel and Phoebe will be over for breakfast in just a few hours.
Hehehe… And I'm gonna end it there for now. I have part two written, but I'm not gonna post it until I have you all completely confused. Please review. Constructive criticism is always welcome and I want to know what you think is actually going on in this fic. Just don't tell me that it was stupid because Monica doesn't have a brother named Phillip (or any of those other people). I told you up there *points to the top* that it was just the beginning. If you're not thoroughly baffled right now, then I screwed something up and I didn't do this right.
And I promise, if you review, then I'll post the next part (which explains a whole lot).
Thanks for reading ~Auds
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong to someone else, someone that isn't me. But I do own Phillip, Rosemary, Rebecca, Neil, and Thomas. Unfortunately, those are all the ones that really don't matter. Oh well, at least it's something…
I was supposed to be doing my paper on the Great Depression, but that was very, well, for lack of a better word, depressing. I needed to cheer myself up. I've had this idea in my head for a long time so I figured, why not just write this and put off the history paper. I have a whole bunch of ideas for where this is gonna go and it'll probably turn out to have a whole bunch of chapters by the time I'm done. The first chapter's purpose is mainly to confuse the heck outta you, and it's intended to be a prologue kinda thing, just remember that when you're reading it. The real story doesn't start until next chapter. I wonder if anyone is still reading this. If you are, well, then you are a braver soul than I. Here goes nothing…
~*******~
Prologue: While You Shoulda Been Sleeping
The phone was ringing. Monica yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Who in the world would be calling me at this hour?" she muttered as she glanced at her clock. It was 3:30 in the morning. "Well, I know it's not Rachel," she laughed to herself. Not wanting to turn on any lights, she reached for the phone on her night table. "Hello?" she mumbled into the receiver.
"Hey little sis. It's me. We're at the hospital. She went into labor about two hours ago, but I didn't want to wake you up."
"Right Phillip. 'Cause you know I'm always awake at 3:30 in the morning. How long did they say it was gonna be?"
"Right now Rosemary isn't too far along, so I'm getting the feeling that it's going to be a very long day. I thought that I'd just call and let you know."
"Because you just love me so much. Have you called everyone else yet?"
"I called Rose's parents and Mom and Dad, but I have to call Rebecca, Neil, and Thomas. Rosemary's parents said that they would call her brother. Oh, and thanks for arranging the private room. I know that those are hard to come by at St. Elizabeth's." (A/N: I don't know hospitals in Philadelphia; I just made it up).
"No problem. I still have my connections in Philadelphia, even if I do live in New York now. Well, I should get back to sleep if I'm gonna try to fly out later tonight, but I'll call before work to see how you're doing."
"Shouldn't you be calling to check on Rosemary and the baby?"
"No," she laughed. "It's you I'm worried about. Oh, I would advise not calling anybody else, especially Rebecca, until about 7:00 or else you'll never hear the end of it. I mean, honestly Phil, I know you're excited about early morning feedings and all that other good stuff that comes with fatherhood, but 3:30? What do you honestly think I'm gonna do at 3:30 in the morning when I live in another state? Make Rosemary magically have the baby now. I said I had connections; I didn't say I was a magician. You should have called Phoebe if you were looking for a woman with special powers."
"Well then, I guess I had the wrong number," He laughs. "Come to Philadelphia as soon as possible because it doesn't look like anyone but you and our parents will be able to make it out here in the next week unless Beck can pull off a miracle. You can stay in our apartment if you want, and you should see if Rachel and your friend Phoebe want to come. We have room, and I hardly know Phoebe."
"Oh, so that's what this is all about. You want me to come and stay with the dog and those cats. And what do you think I'm going to do with Max and Callie? Just leave them to that guy across the hall. You know there's something about Kip that I really don't like, and I'm not sure if it's just because he's never not cheated on one of his girlfriends. But you know how all of us developed a sixth sense about who's really telling the truth. You know what I mean, it's a Crawford thing."
"Absolutely, but I bet you could leave them with someone from the office. Please tell me you have more friends in New York than just Rachel and Phoebe. I mean, there are a lot of people in that city."
"Shut up Phillip. I'm sure I could leave them with Phoebe's grandmother and her boyfriend. Anyway, this time I'm actually gonna let you get back your wife. Tell Rosemary good luck, and I expect you to call me the second my niece or nephew is born."
"Bye Mon."
"Bye Phillip."
Monica sighed. She wished that she lived closer to her family. Phillip, who got a coveted spot at a very prestigious Philadelphia law firm, had moved there with Rosemary; he was two years older than Monica. Rebecca, who was one year younger than her, had just finished her last year as a resident at John's Hopkins and was now in Baltimore, doing a fellowship in pulmonology (lungs and related stuff but I don't know if I spelled it right). Neil, who was two years her junior, was at Harvard getting his Masters in business. And Thomas, who was the baby of the family, was a senior at Yale.
So it looked as though she was going to be the only one of them able to fly to Philadelphia for the weekend to see their first niece or nephew. She was incredibly happy for her older brother and for Rosemary. In addition, the two of them had decided that she would be the baby's godmother, and she couldn't have been more thrilled at that. She probably could even convince Rachel and Phoebe to come to Philadelphia with her; she was almost sure that she could. Rachel had been her best friend for as long as she could remember and had become a very close family friend. They had met when they were six years old and Rachel's mom had just remarried, so Rachel was new to Boston. (A/N: In this, I've changed a whole lot about Rachel and Monica's past, so you're just gonna have to bear with me. I promise, it will all be explained. For now, all you need to know is that Rachel's parents split when she was really little and her mom married a guy who lived in Boston.)
She rolled over and closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would come quickly because it looked like it was going to be a long day. Besides, Rachel and Phoebe will be over for breakfast in just a few hours.
Hehehe… And I'm gonna end it there for now. I have part two written, but I'm not gonna post it until I have you all completely confused. Please review. Constructive criticism is always welcome and I want to know what you think is actually going on in this fic. Just don't tell me that it was stupid because Monica doesn't have a brother named Phillip (or any of those other people). I told you up there *points to the top* that it was just the beginning. If you're not thoroughly baffled right now, then I screwed something up and I didn't do this right.
And I promise, if you review, then I'll post the next part (which explains a whole lot).
Thanks for reading ~Auds