A/N:I do not own any of the Friends characters. I only own the characters that may seem unfamiliar to you, for they are my own.

Knock knock!

"I said stop knocking on my head! I know you're there!" Rachel got out of the bed in the hotel room and went to the door. When she opened the door, it revealed the man who was knocking, as the man who took her and Ross' orders the night before.

"Mrs.Gellar?" He asked.

"Nope, dating Mr.Gellar, but I'm Miss.Green. What do you want?" Rachel wanted to get back to bed.

"Um, well I beg to differ. My name is Joel and I have some news about your night last night." Joel announced. "I just need to ask, are you and Mr.Gellar all right? Last night, someone came to take you up to your room. I just hope you got here safely." Ross had began throwing up in the washroom. He didn't come off as "all right".

"Yeah, I guess I'm all right. Just tired, is all. So what did we do last night?"

All right, well last night you and Ross, obviously, had a lot to drink. Now, we're not like Vegas or anything with millions of chapel's around, but there was one right around the corner and, well I think you get the picture."

"WHAT?! WE GOT MARRIED!" Rachel screamed. She didn't care about her headache, she needed to know who, why, when, what, and how.

"Yes, you got married. I'm not sure if you met to or if it was just a drunken experience."

"I think you should go now, Joel. Thank you for telling me, but I think I need to talk to my, uh, to my husband." It pained Rachel just to call Ross her husband. She loved him, but she never thought they would get married!

Joel left, and Rachel was left to confront Ross.

"Rachel, stop yelling! What was that all about?" Ross asked, wiping his mouth clean.

"We're married. Do you know why we are married?" She demanded.

"Ma-married? Us, when, why?" Ross faltered. He carefully sat down on their bed.

"I don't know why, but it happened last night on our drunk night out." Rachel answered. "I know this is a big deal, but maybe we could just get divorced without anyone knowing. By anyone, I mean our friends." Rachel was certainly speaking calmly, but she was bursting inside. She just couldn't believe she got married.

"Divorced? You mean you don't want to stay married? I love you Rach, I thought you would've loved this. Yeah, it's a shock to go through, but maybe we shouldn't get divorced."

"What are you talking about, not getting divorced? We are getting divorced. I'm just not ready for this. At least, I don't think I am. I don't know if I want this right now."

"Rachel, do you love me?" Ross asked, getting off of the bed to go closer to Rachel.

"Yes, but-"

"No buts, wouldn't you love to get married someday? I know you would, so why not with me?" Ross asked.

"I don't know. I guess it wouldn't be so bad. Well, I still don't know. How are we going to tell everyone back home?"

"Who cares? Right now, it's just us. I don't think we should get a divorce."

"Neither do I," Rachel quietly said. She looked up at Ross, and kissed him, wonderful tears streaming down her cheeks. When they broke apart, Ross said:

"Wow, what a story to tell our kids about how we got married. 'Your mom and I got drunk one night in Mexico and eloped.'"

"Kids. Oh my gosh! Ross, did we, you know last night?"

"I can't remember, maybe if we ask the people next door-" Ross grinned.

"This isn't a joking time. What if we didn't use protection and I'm pregnant?"

"Oh come off it. Let's just go home," Ross said.

"Fine, but if I am, I holding you responsible." Rachel announced. She went onto the bed and went into a dreamless sleep…

"Rach? Rachel? Wake up! The movie's over." Ross was shaking her awake. "Come on, I'm leaving to go to my apartment. I need to get some rest."

"Ross? Your apartment? Don't you mean our apartment?" Rachel asked.

"What are you talking about? Our apartment? I didn't know we lived together. I thought you lived with Monica." Ross replied. He gave Rachel an 'are-you-OK?' look.

"We're married! Of course we live together!" Rachel said.

"No we're not. I think you were dreaming. I think I'm going to go now. Bye." Ross left Rachel and Monica's apartment, thinking about what Rachel had just been dreaming.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Monica arrived at the destination.

"This is your stop, Miss.Gellar." The driver said to her. Monica stepped out of the limousine and went to talk to Chandler.

When she walked onto the sidewalk, she noticed the building was closed. It was almost run-down. Monica entered, none the less. When she went inside, Chandler was sitting at a table with a delicious looking dinner prepared.

"Monica, please take a seat." He told her, in a business-like kind of way. Monica followed his instructions and sat down.

"Look Chandler, I need to tell you something." Chandler didn't wait for what she had to tell him.

"Monica, I love you. It was all just a plan to get you excited about tonight."

"Really?!" She exclaimed.

"Yes! I wanted this night to be special. I've developed feelings for you over the past couple of weeks and, to tell you the truth, I'm glad you were my Internet buddy." He grinned a childish grin.

"I love you too, Chandler."

"Miss.Gellar?" The driver asked. "This is your stop." Monica was dreaming.

"Oh why did you have to wake me up there? It was just getting good!" Monica grumbled. She got out of the car and out onto the sidewalk. Miraculously, she was lead inside the same building that was in her dream. She dreamed the exact same date with Chandler! Sure enough, as she walked in, Chandler was sitting at a table with a delicious dinner ready to be served.