Hold On
A Ross and Rachel Fan Fiction
DISCLAIMER No, Friends does not belong to me, it belongs to the
creators: Bright, Kauffmann, and Crane.
What's happening in the story now
To keep things short n' sweet, everything is basically same, up until the last 2 episodes of season 10. Unfortunately, Ross and Rachel DID NOT get back together in time for the finale- which really did pain me to write, considering I'm a huge lobster-lovin' fan- and instead, Ross moved to L.A to take a job at a local college, and also to keep Joey company. The truth was... he really did love Rachel, but he was so afraid that she didn't feel
the same way. Little did he know, she loved him just as much, possibly more. Anyway, enough about those two, here's an update on everyone else:
Monica and Chandler
Married for 5 years
-Daniel (2)
-Erica (2)
Rachel and Cash
Married for 1 ½ years
-Joseph (1)
(By the way, you'll find out who Cash is in the story, and why in the world
Rachel married him)
Phoebe and Mike
Married for 2 years
-Skylar (6 mos.)
Ross
Single (dated many random women throughout the past 2 years in L.A,
obviously he moved)
-Had been raising Emma w/ Rachel, every 3 mos. However, after Rachel
started dating Cash (which shattered his heart) he suddenly never heard
from her, and hasn't seen been for years (how sad)
Joey and Erin
Proposals in the making
-Little Rachel (5)- adopted, named after Rachel because everyone missed her
after she suddenly disappeared/lost contact with the gang
Chapter One- A Helping Hand
(by the way, a special thanks to Katie, for giving me an idea for this
chapter)
His hands trembled, nervously, as he quietly sat in his seat. He had only boarded the plane a few minutes ago, but it seemed as though he had been waiting to take-off for hours. This was it, he had told himself earlier. He was finally going back to New York... even if it was only for the holidays.
Almost two years had passed since he had left his friends and family. Sometimes he tried to recall why he had done so, thinking that the better decision would have been to stay. However, he knew that it would have been too painful to see Rachel and her new husband... Cash. It had been hard enough to listen to her constantly talk about the wedding plans, even though she didn't seem very enthusiastic about them.
It was that very thought that had pondered his mind ever since he left... her happiness. Was she really happy with her multi-million dollar lover? It had been obviously clear that he was in love, but sometimes it seemed like he had been the cause of Rachel's depression. At least, that's what Monica had thought of the whole situation.
I guess he seemed like a pretty nice guy, he thought to himself, remembering when he first met Cash. In fact, the thought wouldn't have even crossed his mind, if only the mysterious things that had turned up had never happened.
It all started with the wedding plans. Rachel had promised Monica and Phoebe that they could become the official planners, but then things changed. She suddenly announced that Cash had found a well-known planner, and thought that he might be able to do a better job than her friends. Then, when Monica asked for the date of the wedding, Rachel simply replied,
"Oh, that's none of your concern..."
Monica had been hurt, badly. It had pained him to see her unhappiness, but somehow he didn't accuse Rachel. Once he saw how upset she had been lately, and how Cash had suddenly started to treat her, things started to click. And when he came to a conclusion, it had been too late.
Rachel and Cash had been planning on moving into an upper-class apartment downtown, after the wedding and other plans. But, for some reason, Cash demanded that they move in early. Although the gang had all asked for the new address, they never got a reply. We didn't get an invitation to the wedding either. That's when he realized that she was gone. Possibly forever... and he knew that he could never get her back.
Time lapse- A few hours later
He walked out of the airport, feeling a bit light-headed. Tears started to form in his eyes as he remembered his last flight with Rachel... they had been on their way to Las Vegas, and when she had laid her head down on his shoulder, he felt like floating to the ceiling. Instead, he had drawn all over her face... what a mistake. Come on, Ross, think about some good things, for once, he told himself. You came here to surprise Monica, and the rest of the guys, you should be excited. However, his nerves suddenly took over, and he decided that he needed some time before he could see them. Although he had stayed in touch over the phone, it had been years since he had seen them face-to-face. Maybe a few laps around the ice rink will do me some good, he thought, as he hopped in his rental car and disappeared.
Time lapse- Outdoor Ice Rink
When Ross finally arrived at the rink, he was surprised to see how crowded it was. There were so many happy families, circling the rink with their children. However, there was one that stood out: there was a tall man, about six-foot, who was holding his wife as she tried to stand on the ice. The woman, she was very attractive, a brunette, with hints of blonde. Her eyes were a deep blue, and she had a young girl, almost identical to herself, wrapped around her legs. And to think, I could have had that, Ross thought, his eyes starting to well. I might as well just leave now, this certainly hasn't done me any good. As he started to hobble towards the exit, he noticed a rather odd scene. A woman was pointing at him from across the rink, and although she was wearing ski glasses, she looked familiar. Her husband was pulling her arm, and although she was trying to resist, she slammed onto the ice. Her cheek started bleeding, and then the man slapped her across the face. She started to cry, and the man left her there. He couldn't stand to see anyone put through so much pain, especially someone who seemed to know him somehow. So, he gathered his strength, and headed towards the woman.
"Excuse me, miss, do you need a hand?" Ross asked.
Without looking at his face, the woman replied, "Oh, no... no, no, I'm fine, just... just leave, thank you."
"It's fine, just give me your hand," he replied, reaching down gently.
The woman placed her hand in his, and together, they managed to reach the exit. Once they had walked away from the rink, the lady said, "Thank you, that was a very kind gesture, but, I should be on my way."
Ross watched as she turned to leave, but grabbed her by the arm. This lady knew him, and he wasn't leaving until he found out who she was. She also needed to inform someone about her situation with her husband.
"Excuse me, but, I just can't let you leave until I know who you are. I saw you pointing at me from across the rink."
The woman adjusted her glasses, "Well, I'm sorry sir, but you happened to remind me of someone, however, I must have been mistaken. Accept that (she pronounces "accept" like "except")."
Ross smiles, "Except.. except that what?"
The woman chuckled, "No, no. I mean, accept that."
The man gave her a confused look. Oh, no, he's about ready to figure everything out, the woman thought to herself. I have to run... now!
He watched as the woman dashed towards a nearby alley, covering her face. He was still so confused; just hearing those words triggered something in the back of his mind. Suddenly, he realized something, and hurried towards the alley.
Ross stopped, out of breath, staring at the woman. She was sitting on a trash can, sobbing. How could her life end up like this, he thought to himself. He walked over to her, and rested his hand on her shoulder.
"I know who you are, don't think I've forgotten," Ross said, as he whipped off her glasses. He ran his fingers through her tangled, black hair.
"Everything's gonna be alright," he told her, as he carefully removed the wig. Even with a disguise, she could never fool him. He took her hand in his, and walked out of the alley.
"Come on, Rach, let's go home."
A Ross and Rachel Fan Fiction
DISCLAIMER No, Friends does not belong to me, it belongs to the
creators: Bright, Kauffmann, and Crane.
What's happening in the story now
To keep things short n' sweet, everything is basically same, up until the last 2 episodes of season 10. Unfortunately, Ross and Rachel DID NOT get back together in time for the finale- which really did pain me to write, considering I'm a huge lobster-lovin' fan- and instead, Ross moved to L.A to take a job at a local college, and also to keep Joey company. The truth was... he really did love Rachel, but he was so afraid that she didn't feel
the same way. Little did he know, she loved him just as much, possibly more. Anyway, enough about those two, here's an update on everyone else:
Monica and Chandler
Married for 5 years
-Daniel (2)
-Erica (2)
Rachel and Cash
Married for 1 ½ years
-Joseph (1)
(By the way, you'll find out who Cash is in the story, and why in the world
Rachel married him)
Phoebe and Mike
Married for 2 years
-Skylar (6 mos.)
Ross
Single (dated many random women throughout the past 2 years in L.A,
obviously he moved)
-Had been raising Emma w/ Rachel, every 3 mos. However, after Rachel
started dating Cash (which shattered his heart) he suddenly never heard
from her, and hasn't seen been for years (how sad)
Joey and Erin
Proposals in the making
-Little Rachel (5)- adopted, named after Rachel because everyone missed her
after she suddenly disappeared/lost contact with the gang
Chapter One- A Helping Hand
(by the way, a special thanks to Katie, for giving me an idea for this
chapter)
His hands trembled, nervously, as he quietly sat in his seat. He had only boarded the plane a few minutes ago, but it seemed as though he had been waiting to take-off for hours. This was it, he had told himself earlier. He was finally going back to New York... even if it was only for the holidays.
Almost two years had passed since he had left his friends and family. Sometimes he tried to recall why he had done so, thinking that the better decision would have been to stay. However, he knew that it would have been too painful to see Rachel and her new husband... Cash. It had been hard enough to listen to her constantly talk about the wedding plans, even though she didn't seem very enthusiastic about them.
It was that very thought that had pondered his mind ever since he left... her happiness. Was she really happy with her multi-million dollar lover? It had been obviously clear that he was in love, but sometimes it seemed like he had been the cause of Rachel's depression. At least, that's what Monica had thought of the whole situation.
I guess he seemed like a pretty nice guy, he thought to himself, remembering when he first met Cash. In fact, the thought wouldn't have even crossed his mind, if only the mysterious things that had turned up had never happened.
It all started with the wedding plans. Rachel had promised Monica and Phoebe that they could become the official planners, but then things changed. She suddenly announced that Cash had found a well-known planner, and thought that he might be able to do a better job than her friends. Then, when Monica asked for the date of the wedding, Rachel simply replied,
"Oh, that's none of your concern..."
Monica had been hurt, badly. It had pained him to see her unhappiness, but somehow he didn't accuse Rachel. Once he saw how upset she had been lately, and how Cash had suddenly started to treat her, things started to click. And when he came to a conclusion, it had been too late.
Rachel and Cash had been planning on moving into an upper-class apartment downtown, after the wedding and other plans. But, for some reason, Cash demanded that they move in early. Although the gang had all asked for the new address, they never got a reply. We didn't get an invitation to the wedding either. That's when he realized that she was gone. Possibly forever... and he knew that he could never get her back.
Time lapse- A few hours later
He walked out of the airport, feeling a bit light-headed. Tears started to form in his eyes as he remembered his last flight with Rachel... they had been on their way to Las Vegas, and when she had laid her head down on his shoulder, he felt like floating to the ceiling. Instead, he had drawn all over her face... what a mistake. Come on, Ross, think about some good things, for once, he told himself. You came here to surprise Monica, and the rest of the guys, you should be excited. However, his nerves suddenly took over, and he decided that he needed some time before he could see them. Although he had stayed in touch over the phone, it had been years since he had seen them face-to-face. Maybe a few laps around the ice rink will do me some good, he thought, as he hopped in his rental car and disappeared.
Time lapse- Outdoor Ice Rink
When Ross finally arrived at the rink, he was surprised to see how crowded it was. There were so many happy families, circling the rink with their children. However, there was one that stood out: there was a tall man, about six-foot, who was holding his wife as she tried to stand on the ice. The woman, she was very attractive, a brunette, with hints of blonde. Her eyes were a deep blue, and she had a young girl, almost identical to herself, wrapped around her legs. And to think, I could have had that, Ross thought, his eyes starting to well. I might as well just leave now, this certainly hasn't done me any good. As he started to hobble towards the exit, he noticed a rather odd scene. A woman was pointing at him from across the rink, and although she was wearing ski glasses, she looked familiar. Her husband was pulling her arm, and although she was trying to resist, she slammed onto the ice. Her cheek started bleeding, and then the man slapped her across the face. She started to cry, and the man left her there. He couldn't stand to see anyone put through so much pain, especially someone who seemed to know him somehow. So, he gathered his strength, and headed towards the woman.
"Excuse me, miss, do you need a hand?" Ross asked.
Without looking at his face, the woman replied, "Oh, no... no, no, I'm fine, just... just leave, thank you."
"It's fine, just give me your hand," he replied, reaching down gently.
The woman placed her hand in his, and together, they managed to reach the exit. Once they had walked away from the rink, the lady said, "Thank you, that was a very kind gesture, but, I should be on my way."
Ross watched as she turned to leave, but grabbed her by the arm. This lady knew him, and he wasn't leaving until he found out who she was. She also needed to inform someone about her situation with her husband.
"Excuse me, but, I just can't let you leave until I know who you are. I saw you pointing at me from across the rink."
The woman adjusted her glasses, "Well, I'm sorry sir, but you happened to remind me of someone, however, I must have been mistaken. Accept that (she pronounces "accept" like "except")."
Ross smiles, "Except.. except that what?"
The woman chuckled, "No, no. I mean, accept that."
The man gave her a confused look. Oh, no, he's about ready to figure everything out, the woman thought to herself. I have to run... now!
He watched as the woman dashed towards a nearby alley, covering her face. He was still so confused; just hearing those words triggered something in the back of his mind. Suddenly, he realized something, and hurried towards the alley.
Ross stopped, out of breath, staring at the woman. She was sitting on a trash can, sobbing. How could her life end up like this, he thought to himself. He walked over to her, and rested his hand on her shoulder.
"I know who you are, don't think I've forgotten," Ross said, as he whipped off her glasses. He ran his fingers through her tangled, black hair.
"Everything's gonna be alright," he told her, as he carefully removed the wig. Even with a disguise, she could never fool him. He took her hand in his, and walked out of the alley.
"Come on, Rach, let's go home."