Prolouge - This is a clear sign of my obsession with Friends. Please read, like and review.

"I can't believe you!" From across the hall, Monica screamed.

Joey sat in his giant chair, almost angry. They'd been fighting for at least a month. Ever since Chandler was killed in the accident, Monica hadn't really been the same, and when she caught Ross and Rachel sleeping together on the couch, she'd flipped out.

"I can't believe you!" she repeated, this time louder, "And, any way, he had no reason to sleep with you… he doesn't even love you any more. Quite rightly!"

Joey gasped, and stormed into the apartment that was opposite his.

"Okay," he shouted, "You have to stop it!"

The women turned to him, shocked, but scarily angry. Joey almost wanted to run away, but he stood his ground.

He continued, "You made me spill my beer with all your…" He waved his hand about while looking for a smart enough word, "… racket."

Monica and Rachel looked at each other. Tears welled in their eyes. Although the death had hit Monica harder, Rachel was just as traumatised by the effect it had on her. The friendship had been lying on thin ice, and when Rachel slept with Ross, that was the end.

Neither of them knew why it was such a bad thing, but Monica was deeply hurt by it. Joey's 'thought-provoking' words had thrown everything back into perspective.

"I love you, babe," Monica blurted out.

"You too," Rachel quickly replied, and they jumped into a hug.

Joey shook his head, "With all these mood swings you're going through, you could almost be pregnant."

And with that quick word, he scooted out of there before they had a chance to change their minds and throw something at him. The two friends looked at each other.


Phoebe groaned. Being pregnant was horrible. The first time she had gone through it, she had ended up with stretch marks, and no baby.

This time was different… they were actually hers.

"Mike!" she yelled out of the bathroom.

A whimper came from the other room as a young, but very tired man stumbled over and poked his head around the door.

"Yes, dear?" He asked hopefully, already knowing what she was going to say.

"I need a little bit of help."


The bright lights burnt through his eyelids into his sensitive eyes. It was morning, meaning another hard day at the ranch. Chandler raised his weary head from the bed of hay and rolled over so that he fell onto the wooden floor, his blankets falling off of him.

"Oooh, you flashing me, eye candy?" A voice piped up from the barn's doorway.

Immediately awake, he grabbed the sheets and wrapped them around himself to cover up his naked body.

He shook his head to get rid of the sleep, and remembered something.

He turned to the girl in the doorway. "Who undressed me?"


Ross swung Emma to his hip, grabbing Ben by the collar of his shirt.

"Hold it right there, mister, or I'll put some of my Karaté on you!"

Ben stopped and turned around. He raised his eyebrows, poised in a fighting position, and twitched his fingers to signal, basically, 'bring it on'.

Ross blinked, and Ben jumped back round and continued running off.

"Little shit!"

Ben grinded to a halt, and span around with his mouth wide open. He pointed; shocked his father would say such a word.

"You," Ben said finally," said a bad word!"

Ross, annoyed, said, "Oh, crap."

Ben eyes widened further.

"Oh, get used to it… you're eleven, for God's sake." Walking away with Emma still on his hip, Ben snuck up to him, once again, and poked him in the middle of his back.

Desperately, Ross reached behind his back to attempt to rub it better, spinning in circles. Halfway through this, he stopped and pointed at Ben.

"You, young man, are dead."

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