Rachel stood in the terminal between the plane, and the gate. Sorrowfully, she looked back as the door was shut. She turned and looked at the plane. Going to Paris was a big boost for her career. But did she really want to leave New York and

(Ross)

her friends and family behind? Especially after the confession

(I love you)

Ross made. Remembering the hurt look on his face as she walked off

(I have to go)

made Rachel feel even worse about her decision. She started walking toward the plane, but stopped suddenly as the realization hit her. She didn't want to leave for Paris. She wanted to stay. But not just because her friends were here. It was also because

(lobster)

Ross was here. And then it fully hit her: she loved him! SHE LOVED HIM! Rachel whirled around and ran back to the door, and began knocking on it. "Someone! Please, let me out!"

Rachel ran down the hallway of Ross's apartment building, giddy with excitement. Seeing him was going to be the best thing ever for her, &

(Daddy)

her daughter. As she neared the door to his apartment, Rachel heard the most heart-wrenching sobs coming from behind it. Rachel opened the door to see Ross standing behind the couch, hands covering his face as he openly wept. She glanced over to see a flash of white lying on the floor. With a shock, she realized it was a bottle of

(suicide)

pills, and what had happened. Immediately, she was filled with anger. But not at Ross: at herself. SHE drove this loving, gentle

(lobster)

man to this action. She had almost deprived her daughter of her father by her actions. But immediately, anger gave way to sorrow. Ross's sobs were the sound of a man whose heart had broken. And Rachel knew she was to blame for that. Struggling to hold back her own tears, she walked into the room, grabbed his wrists, and gently pulled his hands away from his face.

"Ross."

Ross pulled his hands free, to wipe at his eyes. "…Rachel?"

Rachel nodded, her heart breaking at the sadness in his voice. "Please don't cry, Ross," she said, as she heard her own voice wavering. "I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere ever again."

"But…I thought you were leaving for Paris," he replied. "And taking Emma-"

Rachel shook her head, as small sobs began to escape her. "I can't leave behind my friends and family. Or the man I love." She wiped at the tears on her cheeks. "I never meant to hurt you like I did. I'm so sorry." The last word was almost unintelligible, as Rachel started sobbing. Ross immediately grabbed her arms, and gently pulled her into a hug.

"I love you, Rachel. All these years, all the people we dated, and it was only you that I ever wanted." She shivered slightly as she felt him rub her back.

Rachel leaned back to look into his mesmerizing brown eyes. "I never stopped loving you," she said. "And I don't want to be with anyone else, Ross, except you."

"I'm never going to let go of you again," he whispered, as he leaned in to kiss her. Rachel closed her eyes, as she felt his lips meet hers. It had finally happened. After all the years, the heartbreak, the struggles to overcome what drove them apart, they were reunited. They were complete. They were

(lobsters)

together again. And she was never going to let anything come between them again.

(A/N I had the plot bunny for this chapter/sequel tapping me on the shoulder for days, now. I can't work on episode 8 when this little yahoo was hanging around, so here you go. May not be done as well as the first one, but here you go. Hope you enjoy.)