Sometimes, when life gets you down … you have to go back to your roots to seek relief. She cherished her friends, they meant the world to her … but that weekend … well, she just felt like being with her daddy. She was his princess and he hadn't seen her in a long, long time.
It was Sunday and she had slept in late. She hadn't been sleeping well lately … she didn't feel well. She attributed it to some bad food she had eaten at the restaurant. There is a knock on the door …
"Sweet pea, are you awake?"
"Yes daddy, I'm up. Come on in."
As he entered her bedroom and saw her sitting on the bed the old memories were awakened. He remembered her first walk, her first day of school, her graduation from high school and buying her first car. It all came back … he hoped beyond hope that she would come back home. Since he divorced her mother he had been lonely and work was a poor substitute for a family.
Dr. Green was an imposing man to all but his daughters. He couldn't say no to them. He noticed that his daughter looked fatigued and a bit under the weather …
"Rachel, how do you feel? You look pale."
"Daddy, I feel tired and a little sick. I think I ate some bad food at Monica's restaurant opening the other night."
Her father looked her over and tried to conduct a basic diagnosis of her condition. He determined that she could have any one of a dozen maladies. Concerned for his daughter, Dr. Green decided that a trip to the doctor was in order …
"But Daddy, it's Sunday. My doctor's office is closed." She replied when he asked her to go.
"Sweetie, I know a doctor who would open his office anytime … just for you."
Finally understanding, Rachel consented to a drive over to his office …
"Alright Daddy, I'll do it for you."
"Thanks Sweetie, I want you to be healthy, I love you."
Having arrived at Dr. Green's practice only a half-hour later, Rachel was examined and a blood test was done. After the exam Rachel waited in her father's office, watching a small television that he kept around to watch the news. After waiting for her father for 30 minutes Rachel became concerned. Searching through the building she found him on the phone, having a heated discussion with someone on the other end of the line. As she approached him she overheard parts of the conversation …
"Yes, it's confirmed. I just ran a simple test … I don't know how this could have happened!"
There was a short pause before Dr. Green continued on …
"You know Sandra, this is your fault for letting her move into the city! This would have never happened if she was still living here at home!"
As Dr. Green became more agitated at his ex-wife he turned … and saw her standing there, with her mouth open. She was in shock. She was afraid; she assumed she had contracted some sort of fatal disease. Noting her emotional state he abruptly dropped the phone and grabbed her arm, guiding her back into his office.
"Daddy, what's wrong? You look scared. What … what do I have? How long do I have to live?"
Placing her gently in his leather chair he replied …
"Rachel, you're going to be fine."
Dr. Green tried in vain to calm his daughter. As he gave her a big hug he scanned the room with his eyes. He needed information … and he knew where he could find it. It took him a moment … but he eventually found it. He pulled her head to his chest to calm her … as he grabbed her purse.
"Rachel, let me get you something to calm you down. I'll be right back … I'm just going to get you a sedative. I promise you … everything will be alright."
Raising her head from his chest she looked up into her father's eyes, gave him a kiss on the cheek and replied "Thanks daddy, I love you."
"I love you too sweet pea."
Releasing her he hid the purse from Rachel and quickly left the room.
After finding some sedatives Dr. Green quickly rifled through his daughters purse trying to find the information he was looking for. Finally finding it and swiftly scribbled down some information on a piece of paper before putting Rachel's address book back into her purse. Grabbing the telephone he made a quick call before returning to his office with the pills and a glass of water.
"Here sweetie, take these, they will relax you."
"Thanks Daddy."
Noting that her father had her purse she became curious …
"Daddy, what are you doing with my purse?"
Dr. Green hated lying to his daughter but found himself with no other choice …
"Oh, I found this in the other room. I wouldn't want you to lose it. Here, take it. I called you a cab to take you home. It will be here in a few minutes."
Rachel was still very curious as to what was going on. Her mother and father had been arguing over something … and she wanted to know what was wrong with her …
"But Daddy, what's going on? What's wrong with me? Why are you acting this way?"
Finding himself in another sticky mess, Dr. Green decided to lie again …
"Uh, uh … nothings wrong. I, I … just need to get a second opinion on your test results. It's Sunday and I won't be able to talk to one of my colleagues about them until tomorrow. Sweetie, I promise you … everything is going to be alright. Now let's get you home …"
"Alright daddy, I trust you. I'll go home but you need to promise me that you will call me when you find something out."
"I promise Rachel. I will."
As his daughter's cab sped away from the curb Dr. Green was finally able to release his anger and fury …
"I'll kill that son-of-a-bitch! No jury would convict me!"
As Dr. Green grabbed his coat he memorized the information he had written on the piece of paper in his hand. He walked to the curb and raised his hand …
"TAXI!"
Ross was completely exhausted. He had spent the better part of the weekend trying to salvage his relationship with Bonnie.
He did not want to be alone.
If he wouldn't allow himself to be with Rachel then it was time to stop being stupid and save what he had left with his girlfriend. They had talked until they ran out of words. They had cried until they ran out of tears, then they cried some more. Ross pled with Bonnie to give them another chance … just like he had with Rachel all those months ago. Bonnie resisted. She knew that Ross didn't love her … like she did him, but she had too much invested in their relationship to just walk out of it.
Just as he thought that they had worked things out … there was an angry knock at his door. Ross got up from the couch and opened it, only to find an irate Dr. Green.
"You son-of-a-bitch. You knock up my daughter and leave her for this tramp! I'm gonna kill you!"
Ross stood there, speechless. Rachel was pregnant? His day had become a disaster. Dr. Green was in no mood to wait. He demanded an answer …
"So? Come on! Explain yourself Geller! First you get my Rachel pregnant …"
Ross reeled backwards as the words cut him. Rachel was pregnant, and it wasn't his. He questioned his decision to reject her when she had forgiven him. She was pregnant … with another man's baby. In another life, in a different reality … it could have been his.
Ross took a step backwards as he attempted to beat a hasty retreat from Dr. Green. Unfortunately for Ross, his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend was right behind him on the couch. She had heard everything …
"You got Rachel pregnant?" she asked.
Ross knew that she deserved the truth and she would get it. He also knew that no matter what he said she probably wouldn't believe him anyway.
"No Bonnie, I didn't get Rachel pregnant. Rachel and I broke up a long time ago. It couldn't be mine. I would never cheat on you."
As bad as things were for Ross, it was about to get a lot worse…
"You're a damn liar Gellar. Rachel told me how you cheated on her with that slut from the Xerox place!" Turning toward Bonnie he pointed his finger at her as he continued "You figured you'd get what you wanted and then dump her like you dumped Rachel!"
Visibly upset, Bonnie couldn't take it anymore. With everything that had happened at the restaurant and now being called a tramp by her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend's father … it was just too much for her to deal with. Grabbing her coat and purse she ran to the door as Ross tried to stop her … but he was blocked by Dr. Green.
"Bonnie, please don't! It's not true! I didn't get Rachel pregnant!" he yelled as she ran out of the apartment.
She would never speak to him again.
Ross, despondent and unable to remove Dr. Green from his apartment resigned himself to the inevitable loneliness that was to come. Turning, he walked to the couch and sat down hard. Dr. Green, still incensed, moved toward Ross …
"Well Gellar, what are you going to do about my daughter?"
Ross looked up at Dr. Green without emotion and spat out the first thing that came to him …
"Would you like a drink?"
Dr. Green saw this as a ploy to deflect responsibility for his daughter's condition. He renewed his attack …
"Drink? No, I don't want a drink! Gellar, I want to know what you plan to do to make this right. You got my daughter pregnant. If you don't take responsibility for your actions and marry her … well, I'll make your life a living hell!"
Ross needed a drink. As he got off the couch he walked towards the kitchen, closely followed by Dr. Green. Entering the kitchen he grabbed his bottle of scotch, two glasses and some ice. Pouring himself a shot he raised it to his lips and inhaled it as if it were water. Slamming the glass on the counter he looked into Dr. Green's eyes …
"Dr. Green, Rachel's baby is not mine. A part of me wishes it were but it's not. I couldn't be the baby's father because I haven't been with her in over a year. If you want to know who the father is I suggest that you ask Rachel. I bet you that she knows who he is."
With that, Ross refilled his glass, making sure that it was full this time. After inhaling the contents, again, he exited the kitchen leaving Dr. Green standing there, alone.
As he entered his bedroom he didn't bother to turn on the light … he knew where the bed was. He fell onto the bed face-first. As the alcohol surged through his veins he cried. She was pregnant with HIS baby!
He had made his bed. Now he would have to lie in it.