The second chapter is here, although it's more like a prologue of the story, anyway here you go.

Disclaimer: I own everything now, yes I scored all of the 'Friends' rights since last chapter... or maybe not, whatever you think.

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Flash back: Last night.

After Ross had finally convinced a very drunk Rachel to come back down-stairs, they went around in the casino room, not even playing just watching the players. And laughing, so much laughing. Without a single care in the world.

At one point Ross turned to Rachel. "You know what would make thisch night even funnier?" He said with a hiccup. She shook her head. "If we ate, like, a lot of grapes, scho funni. And then we could pretend they were eyeballs, so we would be eating eyeballs, shco funny." Ross laughed.

"Yeah... that would be funny." Rachel agreed. "But it would be even funnier if... we got married!" Rachel proposed.

"That'd be fun, too, but... eyeballs." Ross cried.

"How about this?" Rachel held up her finger. "We get married... Then we eat a lot of grapes, that'll be fun, right?"

"Sounds great!" Ross said happy again. "We need to invite the others, wait a minute." He told her as he went over to the front desk. "Hi, my name's Rossch Geller and I'd like to make a call for Joey Tribbiani." He told the front-desk lady. "Very, very dear friend of mine, I love him."

"I'm sure you do." The lady assured him. "Looks like we have him in this room, I've already put in the number."

"Thank you." Ross said in a high-pitched voice as he took the phone and got the answering machine. "Hi Joey! It's Ross, I love you. And Rachel and I, married are going to get. Bring Phoebe at nearst wedding thingy. Okay bye, love you, man." He hung up.

"Was that all?" The front-desk lady asked.

"NO!" Ross replied loudly. "My sister and my best-friend, I also need to call. Geller Monica, Chandler Bing, one room. That's right my best-friend's screwing my sister. JUHUU!" He then calmed down. "But I'm marring her best-friend now, guess I can't be mad anymore." He laughed.

"Here you go: Monica Geller." The lady gave him once again the phone.

Just then Rachel called. "ROSS, WE NEED TO GO, NOW!" So, Ross let phone be phone and left to get married without saying a word to his little-sister.

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Not many minutes later, Rachel had dragged Ross to The Little White Chapel, a wedding chapel next to Ceasar's Palace.

They came in like every other soon-to-be-married-in-Vegas couple, laughing.

"Married be to like would we." Ross said to the front-desk lady in the green jacket, then laughed at his own joke.

The lady rolled her eyes. "Fill out these forms, please, I'll go tell the performer." She handed them the forms and went through the doors to the chapel.

Ross and Rachel sat them-selves on a couch in the waiting room, and started to fill out the forms in silence.

"Do I have a middle name?" Rachel asked with a laugh after a few moments.

"I don't know. Do I?" Ross echoed.

"Uh! Karen!" Rachel exclaimed and noted it.

"Ross... Karen... Geller?" Ross said slowly, clearly having misunderstood Rachel. "That sounds about right."

"NO!" Rachel laughed. "I'm Rachel Karen Green, you're Ross... uh... er... Geller?" She search for Ross' middle-name without luck. "Just don't write anything."

Just as they had finished the forms, the lady came back. "The service performer will see you now." She said as she lead the way.

Inside the chapel, the weddig music started as Ross and Rachel walked down the aisle together. When they reached the end, the music stopped.

The service performer took the forms and skimmed them quickly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Ross Geller and Rachel Karen Green in holy matrimony." He looke at the pair and noticed their drunken looks and the drawings on their faces. "And since this is a typical Las Vegas wedding, I'll go directly to the point. Ross Geller, do you take Rachel Karen Green to be your wife?"

"I do." He said. "I take Rachel." He made a point of saying her name, a point Rachel laughed loudly at.

The performer continued without getting the joke. "That's her name. So, Rachel Karen Green, do you take Ross to be your husband?"

She hesitated a moment before yelling "I DO!" And the couple laughed once again.

"Then I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride."

Ross leaned in and gave Rachel a peck on the lips. "Now it's time for grapes." He said as he took her hand and laughed all the way to the door.

They banged the doors open and started throwing rise at each other. "Hello, Mrs. Ross." Ross laughed.

"And hello, Mr. Rachel." Rachel laughed before they ran out the doors only to be thrown away by the fresh air and a moment forgetting what they were doing. So, they went their own ways.

Not long after, Phoebe and Joey came running in, having just heard the news.

"No running in the chapel." The lady at the front-desk yelled as they came in.

Phoebe momentarily got angry. "I'll give you running your little piece of-" She was cut off by Joey.

"Hey." He started. "Have our friends been here? Tall guy, black hair and a girl, brown hair, drawings all over her face." He gestured towards his face with his hand.

"I assume you're talking about Mr. and Mrs. Geller." The lady replied. "They just left 5 minutes ago."

"But they got married?" Joey asked. "For real?"

"Just as real as anyone else." The lady answered, but the pair had already left to go find their friends. A task much more esay to say than do.

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Outside, Rachel had finally found Ross again, he was sitting on a bench.

"There you are, Hubby, I've been looking for you." She said as she sat down on the bench newt to him.

"I'm hungry." He pouted and looked up.

"Then you're in luck, there's a Pizza Hut just across the street." Rachel gestured.

"Let's go then."

Moments later, they were standing at the counter a the Pizza Hut.

"What can I get you?" The man asked.

Ross looked at his nametag. "Well, Ted, you can give me, and my new wife, the biggest Pizza you've got."

"You're newlyweds?" Ted asked and Ross nodded. "Then you're in luck, everything's free for newlyweds."

Ross and Rachel shared a look, this was going to be a fun night.

After having ordered an insane amount of Pizza - and grapes - Ross and Rachel finally found their way back to the hotelroom, with the intention of sealing the marriage.

Unfortunally, fortunally, depending on how you see it, they were both to drunk and tired to work, so they fell at sleep as soon as their heads thouched the pillows.

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Ten minutes after Joey and Phoebe left the Little White Chapel, Monica and Chandler found their way to the exact same chapel.

"One mariage, please." Chandler joked the minute they entered.

"Yup, we'd like to get married." Monica backed him up.

"Fill out these forms and I'll be with you in a second." The lady instructed.

"Okay." They both said less excited and went to the waiting area. Chandler started humming the gratuation song but stopped when Monica looked at him weirdly.

"What are eyou doing?" She asked.

"It's the wedding march." He replied. "Does that freak you out?"

"Only because it's the gratuation song." Monica cringed just as the lady came back.

"Filled out your forms yet?" She asked and they nodded. "Then come this way."

"Okay, this is it." Chandler stood up followed closely by Monica.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Monica asked a last time.

"Yes I'm sure, know let's go." Chandler assured her as he dragged her inside the chapel.

They went down the aisle together in pace with the real wedding march and handed their forms to the service performer.

He looked down at the forms. "Huh, another Geller." He said almost unhearable then continued in a clear voice. "We're gathered here today to witness the union of Chandler M. Bing og Monica E. Geller in holy matrimony." He looked at the pair and noticed the love and soberness in their eyes. "And since you truely seem to love each other I'll let you say what you feel, so that you'll remember this day forever." He told them and their smiles said everything. "Monica, why don't you start?"

"Okay." Monica started. "Chandler, exactly one year and one day ago, I was looking for comfort in form of sex from a friend, which you gave me. But you also gave me something I wasn't looking for at that exact moment. Instead, you gave me something I've been looking for my whole life; a partner, a lover, a friend. They say the things you're looking for the most are always just under your nose, in the place you look the last. Now, I don't understand how stupid I was to never look across the hall and I'm so thankfull that Ross had to get married in London, because that's the last place I'm ever going to look, that was the place where I found you." She finished with a tear.

Chandler was crying too. "Monica." His voice broke but he got it under control. "I haven't been searching my whole life like you have. I've always said a was afraid of commitment, but really I don't think I ever was. Maybe just afraid of committing to the wrong person. Or maybe I haven't been ready... Either way, I'm ready now, to make this commitment to you and to give you everything you've ever imagined, and to hope you'll do the same for me. Because with you, I truely feel complete." They were now both crying like waterfalls.

Even the performer had troubles keeping in the water in his eyes. "Very well. Now, Chandler Bing, do you take Monica Geller to be your wife?"

He looked into her eyes for a moment then seemed to remember he was supposed to say something.

"I do, of course I do." He shook his head of his own hesitation.

"Good." The performer continued. "Monica Geller, do you take Chandler Bing to be your husband?"

"I do." She said with a loving chuckle.

"Then I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." That he didn't have to say twice, as Chandler was already leaning in to kiss Monica a wedding worthy kiss.

They went down the aisle together again once again to the sound of the wedding march.

"What do you want to do now?" Chandler asked his wife once outside.

"I don't know." Monica said in a flirty voice. "Maybe go up to our hotelroom and order in roomservice, maybe celebrate our reconciliation or engagement or... marrige." She said the last word while kissing him in such a way that it was clear how she meant 'celebrating'.

"That would be very, very nice." Chandler said under his breath when they parted.

And with those words, that was exactly what they did. Celebrated.

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I don't know how Las Vegas weddings work, so I'm sorry if it was too incorrect.

Let me know what you think.