So, happy almost 4 year anniversary of this story being published! Ahaha, I suck at updating. I've honestly had all these files waiting on my laptop before transferring it to another laptop… and another… before finally cracking down trying to work on it. I've gotten a lot of new techy things these last four years. Enjoy!

ROSS'S POV

My eyes widened at a horrified gasp escaped my mouth as I watched, helplessly as my (almost) wife threw herself over Rachel. The flash of white covered Rachel's petite body instantly, and shrieks echoed the hallway.

I instantly reached for an arm – any arm, trying to pull this fight apart. When my hand touched skin, I instantly tried to lift that body off, but as I grabbed a louder scream filled the air. I looked down and noticed my hand was wrapped around Emily's wrist, but her hand was holding on to a large section of Rachel's hair.

"LET GO!" Rachel cried, her hand clamped onto Emily's, attempting to unravel the death-grip Emily's fingers currently had on her.

Emily made no reply. Her free hand clawed at Rachel's leg, which was currently flailing about. I could hear myself screaming, but no actual words left my mouth. I tried, once again, to attempt to pull the bodies apart. I grabbed for Emily's shoulders.

"EMILY!"

Pulling her did no good. Emily really was quite strong. She used both her hands to reach back and dig her nails deep into my skin. During this time, Rachel pulled her hair back and rubbed her head with a moan.

"What's happening?!"

I spun around and saw Monica, Chandler and Joey standing there, gaping. I rubbed my sore hand and reached for Emily again.

"EMILY, just back off." Rachel screamed as she attempted to pry Emily's hands off her shoulders. She pushed her backwards. "I'm not gonna fight you!"

"Coward!" Emily leered as she proceeded to slap her thighs.

"I'm not a coward!" Rachel screamed, "I'm trying to be the better person here!"

"If that was true," Emily screeched as she tried to get past Rachel's arms, which were currently pushing her body away, "You wouldn't have purposely sabotaged my wedding, you whore."

"I'm not a whore!" Rachel defended as she tried to prevent Emily's clawing hands from touching her. "I was trying to… I'm… I'm not a- WILL YOU STOP HITTING ME!?" Rachel lifted her arm and slapped swung her palm against Emily's cheek.

I jumped. The sound of the slap echoed through the hotel hallway. Emily froze for a moment, completely stunned.

"I didn't want to do that but you need to listen to me." Rachel spoke as she attempted to sit up straight.

Emily's eyes narrowed. "Did you just slap me?"

Rachel stared. "You're kidding me, right?" she lifted her arm to push some fallen hair off her face.

Emily lunged once more, slapping her repeatedly, "You did not just hit me!"

"YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO FIGHT!" Rachel cried out, exasperated, grabbing at her arms.

"Ross, do something!" Monica screeched at me.

"I'm trying!" I exclaimed pathetically as I attempted to separate them.

"What's going on here?!"

I looked up and saw a bunch of the hotel employees staring at us. One yelled at two men to separate the girls and before I knew it, the screams were silenced and Emily and Rachel were forcibly held back. Emily was still attempting to move forward, but the grip of the bellboy prevented her from coming any closer. Rachel was standing quietly, pushing the hair off of her face.

"What the hell just happened?!" the manager shouted angrily, "This is not how you behave in a hotel, especially one such as this. We've received a ridiculous amount of complaints and you ought to explain yourselves right now before I call the police."

"I'll tell you what happened." Emily snapped, "This cow destroyed my wedding."

"I didn't do anything!"

"So you didn't tell my fiancée that you loved him two seconds after I finished my vows?" Emily growled.

"Not… two seconds." Rachel stuttered sheepishly.

"Like the difference of a minute makes that much of a difference!" Emily glared angrily.

The manager spoke up again, with an even angrier tone in her voice, "This is not how you behave in a hotel."

Emily struggled away from the employee holding her back and pointed her finger at Rachel, "Go rot in hell."

Rachel stepped away from the man holding her back and stepped in front of Emily, "You're a prissy little bitch, you know that?"

Emily lifted her arm up and slapped Rachel across the cheek.

Next thing I knew, Emily's wrists were clamped beneath my hands. I had stepped between Rachel and Emily and my ears were ringing.

I think the entire room went quiet. I felt everyone's eyes on mine but I didn't care. All I felt was angry.

The ringing continued.

"Now, you listen to me Emily." I lowered my voice and glared into her facee, "You will never touch Rachel again. Do you understand me? You will never touch her again."

Emily gaped. She didn't reply. Her eyes flared but her jaw was clenched shut. I felt her eyes dart from mine to Rachel's, and back to mine.

I tightened my grip on her wrists. I felt her throbbing pulse beneath my fingers yet I didn't let go.

"You have no right to blame Rachel for what went on today." I felt Emily's hands begin to wiggle, attempting to escape from my grip, but I continued, "I said the wrong name, I'm the one to blame. Not her. When you tell this story to all your stuck up, idiot friends over tea and crumpets, you will never once blame Rachel for our failed wedding. She is the sweetest, most wonderful woman in the world and I have always loved her."

I breathed, calming myself down slightly.

"There was never anybody else for me. It was always Rachel. In my sad, pathetic attempt to get over her I deluded myself into thinking that marrying you would make me happy, but now I know that I was insane. No other woman could make me as happy as Rachel made me, but it was me that screwed everything up."

Once those words left my mouth, I felt weak. My grip loosened.

"It was me." I dropped Emily's wrists completely. I turned to Rachel. She had her fingers lightly pressed against her slightly pink cheeks and she was staring at me. Her eyes were tearing up and instantly I stepped towards her.

"I'm so sorry, Rach. I love you." I pleaded, "I do, I love you, and I'm so, so sorry."

"Ross?"

I turned to follow the voice behind me, but before my eyes could even register, I felt the burn of a slap across my cheek.

"You're a bastard." Emily's voice spat at me.

I rubbed my cheek and felt the small clink of a wedding ring bounce against my chest, but I didn't care.

I didn't care that two thousand dollars in gold and diamonds was now rolling down the hotel hallway.

I didn't care that a hundred of my friends and relatives had seen me make an idiot of myself.

Hell, I didn't even care that Phoebe was on speakerphone yelling about going into labor.

I didn't care, because the only thing I cared about was now pressed against my chest with her arms around my neck.

"I'm sorry too." Rachel whispered into my neck. "And I love you too, Ross. It's always been you."

And then we kissed.

And it was perfect.

FIN

It's Always Been You

Haha, oh my god. So this story was published in 09', I was still a junior high kid then. Now I'm in university entering my second year of business school. How time flies?

To all of you who have stuck around these last four years, begging me to update, hell, even offering to finish this story for me, I appreciate it. I think this is the first multi-chapter story I have ever finished… EVER. Awwh, I'm feeling almost sentimental. I had half written this last chapter back in 2010 and finished it today, in August 2013. Between that time, I have (hopefully) grown as a writer. I hope to continue writing in the future, so please stay tuned and read my other stories. Here's hoping I won't be in graduate school by the time I update or publish another story.

X's and O's

- Bubbles