A/N: Recently got a job and currently under training everyday therefore don't have much time to write. So sincerely apologise for the delay but here's to the new chapter, enjoy! x

Joey's POV

I tried to remain calm while tapping my fingers lightly on my lap as I watched nervously outside the window. It was bright and early and nothing but fluffy white mist called clouds. I turned to look at Monica who kept her eyes shut. She must be tired I assumed. I sighed as I thought about what was happening. Rachel. Barbados. It was careless but could she be there? Frustrated. Confused. Tired.

"You alright?"

I turned my head to look upon her face. She looked distressed and paled. I sighed sadly and shook my head.

"Not exactly" I replied dolefully.

"I know" she reassured though she felt the same as I did.

"I'm sorry Monica"

She tugged my shoulder and rubbed it lightly for comfort as told myself that I was the cause of this mess. I probably have said sorry a thousand times but sorry was not enough.

"Let's hope we find her" she quietly stated.

I nodded my head.

"But… what would I say?" I fearfully declared.

"If we find her. I don't deserve to even look at her…"

Monica bit her bottom lip unsure how to answer my question.

"Do you love her?" she asked.

"More than anything" I cried.

"Tell her. Tell her how you truly feel. Everything will come together" she stated.

I gazed into her eyes that seemed to glimmer with hope and faith. I slightly nodded my head unsure if that was the right thing to do and unsure if it would work.

"What if she doesn't want to see me?" I asked afraid.

When we landed, Monica and I quickly retrieved our bags and rushed to the taxi rank.

"Monica! Do you even know which hotel she's staying at?" I asked as I jumped into the back seat.

Her eyes grew wide.

"Oh, my god. Joey! I don't know" she cried.

"Oh crap…"

"Alright, alright… here we'll uhm excuse me sir can you take us to the best hotel here?" I asked the driver.

He nodded his head and accelerated.

"Look we'll find a place to rest and figure out the rest?"

She nodded her head worriedly.

By time we reached our destination, I offered to take Monica's bag as she hurried towards the hotel reception to get us a room. I dragged my feet across the path and my eyes began to wander. It was beautiful. Maybe if things weren't a big mess, Rachel and I would had been here together. Enjoying the sun, drinking cocktail by the pool and taking a midnight stroll by beach. I sighed as I made my way inside. When I approached at the reception, my eyes searched for the familiar black-hair woman.

"Joey!" she yelled waving in my direction.

My eyes grew wide.

"Woah" I murmured as I approached her.

"Your hair…" I said trying so hard not to laugh.

She groaned as she touched her hair which was twice as bigger than before.

"Ok! When I go places with high humidity, it gets a little extra body, ok?!"

I lightly chuckled.

"Did you get us a room?" I asked.

"Yeah, just in time" she replied.

Once settled in, Monica and I began panning out how we were going to track Rachel down.

"Barbados isn't really a big island, surely we will bump into her"

"So, should we start roaming the place and hope for the best?" I asked.

"I guess so"

"Hey Monica…" I murmured.

"Can we grab something to eat first…" I asked nervously.

Monica smiled.

"Let's go Joey"

The Barbados sunlight shone through the hotel's curtains and I knew that's the new morning. The bed was warm and I lazily rubbed my eyes preparing myself for another day. Yesterday was a complete fail. An entire day and we have not had any lead or any clue of Rachel's whereabouts. Tired and exhausted Monica and I decided to head back to the hotel and to try again the next day. I turned over to look at Monica who was still asleep on the other bed. Trying not to wake her up, I quietly made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. When I returned, I found Monica had gotten up and made both our beds.

"Morning"

"Morning" she replied.

"Sleep well?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"No, you?" she sighed.

"Me too"

"Thanks for making the bed, you didn't have to" I quietly declared motioning to the bed.

"Couldn't help myself" she laughed.

"Anyway, I'm going to freshen up and we can go get some breakfast"

The moment I slid into my chair, I gazed upon the enormous platter of food in front of me. Eggs, piles of bacon, ham and fried potatoes. I happily plunged my fork into the breakfast as Monica quietly chuckled amused at the sight.

"Slow down there, tiger" she joked.

I nervously chuckled embarrassed. Her soft chuckled came to a sudden halt and I watched her closely who was in a deep troublesome thought.

"We're going to find her" I assured her.

She nodded her head.

"Maybe you're right Joey… maybe she isn't even here" she remarked sadly.

"We can't give up" I remarked strongly.

However, my heart was rather unsure as much as Monica.

"It has only been a day, we still have another 3 days"

"You're right" she confessed.

"God, I just… we didn't plan this out well, did we?" she asked as she shook her head in dismay.

"Yeah… I'll make sure to find her, I promise"

"I need to fix this" I quietly murmured.

I felt her soft yet cold hand against the back of my left hand. There was no need for her to say anything else because I knew she was telling me that I needed to find Rachel and make up for it.

The heat of Barbados remained hot against my skin as the sky faded to blackness which it lighted a fire inside my gut. Frustrated and still no sign of Rachel, I regretfully decided to head back to the hotel. Monica had headed back earlier in the evening because she looked rather unwell and I couldn't risk for her to wonder around the street under the extreme heat with me. She did put up quite a fight but eventually agreed and took off. I had asked around and stopped many strangers to gather any information about Rachel but nothing.

I walked along the footpath alone finding it rather hard to shove aside the worries corrupting my mind. Instead of dragging my feet to the hotel, I kept walking and decided to take a stroll along the beach. I allowed my feet to feel the soft sand and tried to stop thinking but it was no used. I worried about her. I hope she was ok and I prayed she was not doing anything silly. I was alone and I missed her. I always had but tonight, tonight I missed her more than ever. The vision of her was still clear in my mind as I stared up at the sky. I studied the sparkling lights and the silver glow of the moon. My ear concentrated at the sound of the splashing waves against the rocks and then looked at the waves rolling up the beach like an over-flowing bath tub. They moved with force but die within a few feet. I kept my pace slow and slowly passed by unfamiliar and unimportant people who were too, strolling along the beach. Some talked, some giggled and some quietly walked along the sand hand in hand. I admired it but somewhere at the back of my mind wished that it was Rachel and me. I halted for a while scrunching my toes and feeling the softness of the sand still damp from the retreating tide. Without second thought, I began to lower myself comfortably onto the sand. It was peaceful and the fresh airs salty smell tickled my nose. But as I stared into the blackness far beyond my reach, sadness grew stronger and I felt deserted. Somewhere between thinking about her and concentrating on the odd-looking mountain in the distance, an unfamiliar figure caught my attention for a split second.

However, unconcerned and knowing it was no-one important, I continued to focus at the horizon among the blackness sky across the beach. The figure in fact came closer and closer which I was intrigued to see he or she may be. It was quiet dark and it was hard to put a face to the dark shadow. The only detail I could see was the glowing light of the moon outlining the dress. It had to be a woman. Intrigued, I waited patiently and watched her approach closer without making it so creepy and obvious. Suddenly, my heart stopped. The glowing light became luminous against her skin and her face came to clear view. She sat herself carefully onto the sand and gazed into the distance. I tried constructing my words out loud but nothing. She looked oddly way too familiar and though there was doubt, she was familiar. She sighed and buried her head into her hands disappointedly. I stood up immediately frozen and afraid. I approached her quietly yet so slowly from behind and felt her name roll off my tongue.

"Rachel…"

I dared not blinked because I was afraid it was a dream. She lifted her head and slowly turned behind in my direction. I couldn't breathe. She squinted her eyes, focusing on me and within seconds her mouth dropped and her eyes grew wide. She lifted herself up and took a step back. I couldn't believe it. It was her. She was here and I've found her. I took a step forward but instead I was caught off guard when she turned and began to run away.

"Rachel!" I yelled.

I chased after her. Thankfully the sand was slowing her down and the moment I got closer to her, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"Rachel" I cried.

She turned her head and when her face came into clear view, it broke my heart into pieces. Tears were falling from her eyes. She withdrew her arm away from my grip and stepped back.

"Sorry" I said as I retreated my hand and looked at her arm.

She gazed at me furiously yet sadness written all over her eyes. I imagined seeing her again would have been comforting but why did it hurt so much?

"Sorry?" she asked sarcastically through her broken voice.

I raised my eyes and locked it with hers.

"Is that all you have to say?"

She wiped her tears and kept her gazed onto me. I trembled and lost my train of thoughts.

"I know… I"

I paused unsure and was so afraid what I was supposed to say. I sighed. She shook her head and slowly turned her heel.

"Rachel, no, please" I cried.

I was about to pull her back until I realised I didn't deserve to touch her ever again and so I withdrew them back towards my body slowly.

"What?" she asked angrily.

Her sense of tone was like a knife through my heart.

"Rachel… there is so much I want to say but I don't know where to even begin" I mumbled.

She crossed her arms.

"How about the fact you just left me with only a note?"

"Please I can explain…" I debated.

She shook her head.

"Joey, I told you I loved you" she sobbed.

My face fell and I felt anger. Anger because I was so mad at myself.

"Rachel, I do… I do love you" I cried.

"So much that it hurts" I murmured sorrowfully.

"Just when I thought you were the last person to hurt me…"

"Hurting you was the last thing I ever wanted to do"

She started to cry uncontrollably.

"I don't think I was ever good enough for you because someone else was"

"Who? Ross? Instead of talking to me, you decided to throw me away to the person who cheated on me because you thought you weren't good enough?"

I lowered my eyes disappointedly. She took a step away and continued to weep sadly. I clenched my fist and walked closer to her. I just wanted to hold her and comfort her. I placed my hand in front of me reaching out to touch her hair, wanting to pull her in towards my body but as she turned knowing I was near, I regretfully retreated the hand back. She watched me with her teary eyes and it tore my soul in two. I carefully lifted my hand one more time, waiting for a sign of doubt but she kept still. I wiped away her tears with my thumb and took another step-in front of her. She dared not removed her gazed away from mine. No matter how much I knew she despised me, I knew I could not hate her for it because my heart cannot help but yearn for her. I looked deeply into her eyes which was still teary. She shut them and when I lowered them onto her lips, I instantly felt that she felt the same. Not knowing if it was right or wrong I couldn't stop myself from doing so. Surprisingly, she returned the kiss and it was like a slow dance we both knew the steps so well. It was almost like the answer to our questions but unfortunately, Rachel broke away and I felt lost. I tried to catch my breath but kept my eyes close upon her.

"Joey…" she finally said.

I waited patiently but instead she turned her heel and walked away. Watching her leave was torture.

"Rachel" I yelled out.

"Please tell me where you're staying… not for me but for Monica"

She halted for a moment then glanced at me confused.

"Monica? She's here?" she asked.

"Yes" I remarked.

She remained silent as though she was processing the fact her best friend was here in Barbados.

"Why is she here?" she asked as she took a few steps closer.

"Monica and I came here looking for you"

"She's worried for you"

She covered her mouth in shock.

"She was not feeling well, so I sent her back to the hotel"

"Can you take me to her?" she asked.

I nodded my head.

"Sure."

I left the second Rachel and Monica embraced each other in the hotel room. They were mumbling and crying through their sentences which I wondered how on earth did they understood each other? I shut the door and made myself down to the lobby. I sat on the couch and tried to push away my thoughts. Chandler. I should call Chandler. I went to the nearest phone booth and dialled our phone number.

"Hello?"

"Chandler, hey, it's me" I replied trying to sound cheerful.

"Hey buddy! How's Barbados?" he asked.

"Uhm yeah it's really hot… Our hotel is nice"

"Oh, that's good so did you find Rachel?"

"Yeah"

"That's great man! So..." he said.

I sighed.

"Joe?" he asked worriedly.

"Not so great Chandler" I remarked sadly.

"Oh man, I'm sorry"

"I shouldn't have come here" I groaned.

"Don't say that"

"I… I really want to fix this but I don't know"

"Fight for her Joey" he remarked.

I thought hard. I know I should but why does my heart tell me otherwise?

"So uhm how's Phoebe?" I asked.

"She's here actually!"

"What did she say?" I asked hearing her voice through the phone.

"She said bring Rachel back or else she'll hunt you down and kick your ass"

I lightly chuckled.

"Oh, and Estelle called" he continued.

"What did she say?" I asked curiously.

"You got a new movie offer"

"I do?!" I asked surprised.

"That's great!" I remarked excitedly.

"Sorry what was that?" I asked again not hearing him the first time.

"In London…"

"London?" I asked hastily.

"For like 2 months" he said sadly.

"Wow" I quietly mumbled.

"Call her back if you accept it"

"Ok, thanks Chandler"

"I got to go now, best of luck with Rachel"

"Ok, thanks Chandler. Tell Phoebe I miss her"

"Will do, bye buddy"

"Later Chan"

I sighed as I hung up the phone. London?

When I tiredly returned to the hotel room, I found Monica and Rachel fast asleep. I smiled at the sight and quietly tip toed in and decided to clean up the bottle of wines and glasses lying around on the floor. Guess the girls had quite a night. Exhausted, I grabbed the pillow and blanket off my bed and walked to the couch in the other room and made myself comfortable. Somewhere in my dream, I heard faint yet familiar voices which woke me slightly.

"Did Joey come back last night?" asked Rachel.

"He's not in his bed but the pillow and blanket is gone. Hang on" replied Monica.

I heard Monica's footstep and laid perfectly still.

"He's on the couch" whispered Monica.

"I should get back" said Rachel quietly.

"Ok, but can we meet up later?" asked Monica.

"Of course, how about we go get breakfast and head to the beach this afternoon?" suggested Rachel.

"I'll love that" replied Monica.

"Oh wait… what about…" asked Monica nervously.

"Can you figure something out?" asked Rachel sadly.

"All right" replied Monica.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" asked Monica.

There was a pause.

"After seeing him last night I don't know if I can ever go back to the way things were"

"But you still love him" Monica remarked.

"He hurt me Mon, what am I supposed to do?" she asked sadly.

"We're just going to repeat everything we said last night, aren't we?" Monica joked.

"Honestly, I don't remember half of it because of the wine" Rachel chuckled quietly.

"Look I'll talk to him later. I'll see you later all right?" asked Monica.

"Ok"

I shut my eyes tight upon hearing their footsteps approaching the room. The door creaked as one of them opened it and I listened carefully trying so hard to pretend that I was asleep. However, upon the silent I swore I felt as though Rachel standing a few feet away from me and her blue eyes upon me.

"Rach" hissed Monica in the distance.

I heard footsteps approaching the hotel door and knew I was right.

"I'll see you later" whispered Rachel.

"Bye"

The moment I heard the shower running, I sat up instantly. I rubbed my eyes and absorbed in the Barbados sunlight. I shouldn't stay especially knowing that Rachel doesn't even want to see me anymore. I quickly dressed and packed my bags. I waited patiently knowing it would be wrong to leave like I did with Rachel. Monica appeared in the room and when she saw the bag beside me, she stared in surprised.

"You're leaving? But our flight isn't till like 2 more days?" she asked.

"Yes yes but uhm I got to… head back earlier. Work."

"You're a terrible liar"

"What? No, I'm not" I debated.

"I got a job offer"

She stared at me waiting for a sign of doubt.

"Quit the crap Joey, it's Rachel" she remarked.

I glanced away.

"Ah-ha I knew it" she remarked happily.

"Alright, you got me but in my defence it is work too" I remarked disappointedly.

"So that's it? You're both just going to give up?" she asked.

"Wait, who's side are you on?" I asked confusedly.

"I'm not taking anyone's side! Yes Rachel's is my best friend, but no one knows her best than I do. I know she still loves you and you mister" she points at me.

"Still love her like come on" she argued.

"I don't know if I can ever go back to the way things were" I remarked sadly yet loud enough for her to hear.

She stood there cold.

"Yes, Monica. I heard everything this morning"

"Look, I'm just going to make it easier for the both of us. I'm heading back to New York"

She glanced at me sadly.

"And I'm going to London"

"Wait, what? Across the country? Joey, you can't be serious!" she cried.

I nodded my head.

"I accepted an offer to do a film in London for two months"

"But…"

"But what about Rachel?" she asked miserably.

"I will always love her Mon, but I hurt her and I don't deserve her forgiveness"

I glanced down and nervously kicked the floor. I picked up my bag and smiled at Monica. She opened her arms and accepted her warm embrace.

"She loves you, you know. Give her some time, fight for her" she quietly whispered.

I shook my head.

"No, help her move on, help her find happiness" I replied heartedly.

"Oh Joey" she wept.

"Hey, I'm going to be ok" I pulled back and smiled at her.

She nodded her head.

"Take care of yourself" she remarked sweetly.

"I'll see you when I come back from London"

"And take good care of Rachel for me"

"I will"

With that, I bid my farewell to Monica and was out the door. By the time, I got back to New York, Chandler was surprised to see that I was home earlier than expected. I shared as much as I could but briefly and he understood, whereas Phoebe well…

"LONDON?" she asked furiously.

I jumped backwards afraid.

"LONDON?" she asked again glancing at Chandler than at me.

"Joseph Francis Tribbiani, tell me you're joking" she demanded.

I shook my head lightly. She groaned in frustration.

"Forever?!" she cried.

"No, no, just two months for production"

"Oh… ok. BUT STILL THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN?" she yelled.

"Jesus Phoebe, calm down" I replied.

"Sorry, I'm just really mad" she quietly yet angrily stated.

"I'm sorry, I tried Phoebe"

"Oh, did you, did you really?" she asked sarcastically.

"You were supposed to bring her back, you promised you were going to fix this"

"He's human not God, Phoebe" said Chandler.

Phoebe glared at him which Chandler defensively took a step back afraid.

"Phoebe, she said so herself that things won't go back to the way they were" I sadly remarked.

"You are wrong. You didn't fight Tribbiani"

"Phoebe, give it a rest! It's over"

I shut my eyes and clenched my fist angry.

"It's over" I quietly mumbled.

"Look, I want her to be happy because I love her. And for that to happen she needs to move on" I remarked firmly yet disappointedly.

Instead of debating any further, Phoebe walked over to me and pulled me in for an embrace. She tightens her grip around my body and I returned the gesture.

"I'm sorry Joey" she whispered.

"It's just so hard for me to see you like this because this is the first time I ever saw you in this situation and in love with someone you're not going to be with" she continued heartedly.

"I know. I am going to be okay, I promise" I declared.

"When do you leave for London?" asked Chandler.

"This weekend"

"So soon?" asked Phoebe disappointedly.

I nodded my head.

"Estelle arranged everything and I got the script, it's pretty good" I remarked happily.

Phoebe half smiled.

"Well, if you've already accepted it. There isn't really anything we can do but to support you" said Phoebe.

"Thanks Phoebe"

"You're going to be great Joe" said Chandler.

"Thanks buddy and beside it's London baby" I smirked.

They chuckled lightly but awkwardness arose.

"Say, how about pizza and a movie tonight you guys?" I asked cheerfully.

They smiled and nodded their heads in unison. Yeah, things will be ok… It had to be.

"You promise to call every day?" asked Phoebe.

"I promise"

"Come on Pheebs, he's only going for two months" joked Chandler.

"What if he meets someone and decides to stay there FOREVER" she cried.

I laughed.

"I love the Knicks and pizza way too much to move to London"

"You do realise they have television and pizza there too?" Chandler sarcastically stated.

I rolled my eyes.

"It's not the same" I debated.

"Just messing with you buddy" he declared.

I patted his shoulder.

"All right, I should get going" I remarked.

"Oh Joe, going to miss you" said Phoebe as she hugged me one last time.

"Take care and break a leg" said Chandler.

"You two take care of each other ok"

"Monica said good luck" said Chandler.

"So, how are you and Monica?" I smirked.

He sighed.

"She's been busy and y'know with everything happening she's been occupied and helping Ra…" he stopped himself from mentioning her name.

"I see, well good luck yeah? She's great" I winked.

"Thanks man"

"I guess this is it huh?" I declared.

They nodded their head in unison.

"I'll see you guys in 2 months"

"Bye Joey, we love you" said Phoebe with glee and Chandler smiled.

"I love you guys too"

Once again, I found myself gazing out the airplane window looking at the fluffy white clouds. It was a long flight but the second I landed in London, curiosity rose. It was foreign, new and exciting. However, loneliness still creep its way inside my body and mind. The next day, after a short detour I made my way to the studio who I was meeting the director and my co-star. Her name was something E… Ella? Erin? Oh, I'll surely find her name out later. I made my way up the stairs to the second floor. However, confused and lost, I nervously glanced around the hall looking for the studio C. Couple of minutes later, a short brunette-hair woman appeared down the hallway oddly glancing at me wandering around.

"Can I help you?" she asked in her English accent.

I nervously chuckled.

"Uhm yeah… I'm looking for studio C?" I asked.

"Joey?" she asked.

My eyes grew in surprised, wondering how she knew.

"Yes, and you are?"

She smiled.

"I'm Emily Waltham!" she cheerfully stated.

That name rang a bell.

"Emily as in my co-star Emily?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah!"

"Hi! I'm Joey, Joey Tribbiani"

I shook her hand and took a quick glimpsed at her. From what I gathered beside her appearance, short-hair, brown eyes and sweet smile, she seems relatively nice.

"Hi, so nice to meet you" she remarked sweetly.

"So, nice to meet you too!"

"I'm just on my way to the restroom, but Studio C is just on the right down the hall"

"Oh great, thanks" I replied.

"I'll speak to you later"

"All right, catch you later"

As I made my way down the hall I thought. Maybe London wasn't a bad idea after all. Maybe this opportunity happened for a reason. A reason to let me escape from reality and heal my wounds. Two months was long enough and I should make the most of it.