A/N- I know that I've taken ages to upload and I'm sorry to anyone who doesn't like this story but this is my first fanfic and if you don't like it you are welcome to stop reading it. If you do have something to say about the story plllleeeaaassseee REVIEW! If you are going to leave a negative review though please can you at least give me some constructive criticism on how I can improve? Otherwise I'll just keep on writing in the same way. Thanks!

Disclaimer- No I still do not own F.R.I.E.N.D.S. (as sad as that may be )

Chapter 4

Ross sat stock still; her voice flowing over him like runny honey. He didn't want to look at her. It was her fault! All her fault! And now his little baby was gone. He stared at the empty bed; eyes low not caring what SHE had to say.

"Ross I'm so so so sorry!" her voice; again. No matter how much she said those words she would never be able to fix what had happened to his only child. He had trusted her and she had betrayed his trust. Why she was here, he just didn't know. Was she trying to hurt him? Was she trying to make him hate her more?

It was then that Ross remembered that Rachel too was in the accident. That she too had suffered. She had to be okay though 'cause she was standing there behind him, tears in her eyes, willing for Ross to turn around, wanting to see the damage she had caused.

"Ross please listen to me! I know you hate me but please! Just turn around! Let's be adults about this! Help each other through this. I know how you feel; I feel the same. Ben was like a son to me. Well I loved him like one."

After this Rachel looked at Ross' head, except it was no longer the back of his head, covered in dark hair, but instead his face.

His face was contorted with anger. Cheeks flaming and eyes bulging. Rachel didn't like this look, not one bit. She had seen this face many times. She knew what was going to come next. Though she didn't want it too.

"Oh My God Rachel! Don't you get it? You have single handily killed my son! My own flesh and blood! I knew you have never really liked me since you realised I was right; but I didn't think you would go this far! This is just TOO much!"

Ross collapsed back into his chair, burying his face deep into his hands. Rachel still stood behind him, though now with a look of regret, disappointment, shock, sadness and even a slight hint of anger. She looked down at Ross, sitting head in hands, eyes almost shut, staring at the empty bed. She wondered if he had even seen Ben before he was taking to the operating room, or was his last memory of his son leaving him with her...just for him to end up dead.

She could now see why he was so angry at her. Not that Rachel had wanted him to be however she knew, as it was evident, that that would happen.

Then she realised what he had said.

"Wait a minute!" she screamed, taking Ross by surprise. "Did you just say that I have never liked you since I realised you were right? Right about what Ross?" when she posed this question she was already sure that she knew what the answer would be.

"Well it's obvious isn't it?" Ross shouted back at her. "I'm talking about how WE WERE ON A BREAK!" He shouted the last section so loudly that Rachel physically shook where she was standing; sure that he had just burst her eardrums.

"What? You think that I agree with you? Well let me break this to you Ross. I will NEVER agree that we were on a break because we WEREN'T!" Rachel had tried to stay calm throughout this but failed nearer to the end. She couldn't believe that he thought that she thought he was right! They were NOT on a break! He cheated on her! That whole, 'We were on a break' crap was just to cover him! His excuse of something that was inexcusable!

"Get out," Ross said, his voice surprisingly quiet. Most people would think that he was becoming calmer but Rachel knew better, he was talking so quietly because of his unbelievable build up of anger, just about to burst. She looked at him with pity but did not move.

"I said GET OUT!" Rachel knew that this time she could not stay, she rushed out of the room, this time not looking at Ross and headed back to her room.

...

Meanwhile, with Monica, Chandler and Phoebe...

"I still think you should call the baby Phoebe," Phoebe stated.

"Phoebe the baby is a BOY!" Chandler emphasised that last word greatly. He had been repeating this to Phoebe for two hours and she still insisted that he and Monica called their son Phoebe. He just didn't get why she was so intent on it.

"I know, but I know girls called Chandler and I don't mind having a boy's name," Phoebe reasoned.

"Yes but I think my son will care about have a GIRL's name Phoebe. And who do you know called Chandler?"

"Oh you know, just people," Phoebe said this with an uncertain glance around the room.

"Look, Monica and I are NOT calling our son Phoebe, end of."

"Fine then!" huffed Phoebe, "Your loss."

"Thank all the Gods!" Chandler thought to himself, glad that he didn't voice this aloud.

He looked around the room he was in. It was a luxurious private room with a huge, crystal clean, white hospital bed in the middle. Around the edges of the room were all sorts of medical appliances and equipment. In the corner was a small area with armchairs, sofas, a coffee table (with some magazines strewn across its polished surface) and a small flat-screen television. It seemed almost like his home, everything neat and tidy and polished and crisp. Chandler suddenly realised that his home wouldn't be like that anymore, his son would destroy the place! Monica would not be happy about that!

Chandler looked over at Monica, his wife and now the mother to his child. She was sat up against a huge pile of plumped pillows on the bed, with their son in her arms. Her dark hair falling down her shoulders in elegant swirls, a huge smile on her face and a few tears in her eyes. Chandler noted that if he didn't know better he wouldn't have thought that she had just gone through labour, she looked too pretty, too clean, too happy;

"I suppose that's just Monica," he thought.

He slowly walked over to the bed, placing a gentle hand on Monica's shoulder. She looked up at him with loving eyes and then down at her baby again...their baby again. Chandler just could not believe that he had had a baby with Monica Geller! Well actually, Monica Geller Bing! It seemed like yesterday that she had kept on turning him down on that dreadful beach trip. The only good thing that came out of that trip was that Phoebe got to meet her mum. Rachel did get back together with Ross, but that whole 'we were on a break' crap came up again and ruined it all.

"Crap! Rachel and Ben!" Chandler thought.

He had just remembered where Phoebe had said Joey and Ross had went soon after their arrival at the hospital. Chandler looked down again at his beautiful wife.

"Mon?" he asked unsteadily. He continued when she nodded, "I just remembered what Phoebe told us when we arrived, about Rachel and Ben, and I was thinking I might go and find Ross to see if they are alright?"

Monica looked up at her husband. She felt terrible. She had also only just remembered about Rachel and Ben but only had because Chandler reminded her. She quickly answered Chandler with an "That's fine, I have Phoebe and Mum and Dad should arrive soon," and then watched as Chandler bent down to kiss their son lightly on the forehead and then leave, smiling at the scene as he closed the door.

A/N- Thanks for reading! Now pleasssse review! I don't know if I should continue or just abandon this fic and start another one? Please tell me what you think and if you have any ideas for the next chapter...thanks! xx