Part 4
[Well, I am really glad to know that all of you guys are enjoying this series so much!!! The part I am looking forward to writing is still coming up :). Anyway, it's summer!!! And so, this summer, I've decided to work on my series of comedy/ script type fics. I was doing those a lot last summer, then got caught up in all the drama fic stuff, and have written The Greatest Gift, With or Without You, and now, I'll Be Missing You. So, this summer, my TO That Goes Way Into the Future, and California Series' should be growing. Anyway, hope this part is as well received as the last three! Oh yeah, and this is the part for all the R&R fans!!!]
When she lost the baby, it was almost a relief. She felt like a terrible person, mother, and human all together for feeling that way, but she couldn't help it. She had kind of known there was no way that the baby would make it this way anyway, and the loss was expected. But even though she was on a deserted island somewhere in the middle of an ocean, she was sad. If only I had never gone to Rome' She thought. I would never have been on that STUPID plane, never lost my third child, never made my Husband, Son, and Daughter think I'm dead.' She thought it many times; about how if she only hadn't gone, if she had never gone back to work after Audrey was born. But she had, and now she was here.
Now, four months after they had arrived on the island, she realized how glad she was that she WAS pregnant when she got here. If she hadn't been, she would've been a total mess. With the baby, she had something to hold on to. Then, a few weeks later, she lost the baby. By then she was used to being on the island and to everyone back at home. The baby gave her something to remind her of home when she needed it the most.
It had been four long months. With all the emotional stuff due to loosing the baby, was hard enough. And she still noticed everything she was missing. She noticed every month, she would have been another month pregnant. She noticed every anniversary of the plane crash. She noticed Sam's fifth birthday, and her parents anniversary. She noticed it all, and knew that somewhere, all her family and friends knew it, too. Well, except for the pregnant thing.
She woke up as soon as the sun came up that morning. It was early September, so it was very very hot, and as soon as the sun reached you, you were up until sunset. The island, she swore, was turning into a new Gilligan's Island. They had found suitcases full of clothes, so they could change once in a while. They had built some hut type things out of wood and sticks and other stuff. If she didn't know better, it would have seemed like some kind of village in another country.
She got up and left her hut that she shared with Laila, Natasha, and Kathy. They had managed to build two. one for the men and one for the women.
Hey Monica, she heard Natasha say.
Hey Natasha, Monica replied.
It was four months ago today..... Natasha said, sadly, looking a the ground.
I know. Maybe it's almost time to get out of here, huh? Monica smiled hopefully.
We can only wish. But I kinda don't wanna go now.
Why not?
A lot can happen in four months, Monica. People can get over dead family and friends. People can even remarry or move or sell your belongings. Gravestones can be inscribed. Monica, we've got our own gravestones.
I'd still rather go back than eat fish and live on the dirt inside a house that could've come from The Three Little Pigs.'
Natasha laughed. I guess you're right. But a lot can happen in four months. A lot.
* * * * * * * *
Sam complained as Chandler forced him to get out of bed.
Come on, time to get up. As of now, you've got thirteen years of school days to wake up to.
Only five more minutes, he complained. Five. One, two, three, four, five. See, who needs kindergarten?
he said warningly Get up.
Come on, Sleeping Beauty. I'M already up! Audrey told him.
Who invited HER in here?
Sam, get up. Sam reluctantly got out of bed and headed down the hall to the bathroom. Chandler looked at Audrey who shrugged and made a confused face.
He's up, she shrugged.
That he is. But if he's anything like Uncle Joey, he's gonna fall asleep in the bathroom.
* * *
Sam stood on the playground yawning. Chandler was holding Audrey, and trying to figure out what to do with him. Okay, Sam, you wanna go check out your classroom?
Sam shrugged. I guess.
They walked over to the class, and opened the door to find assorted parents and children, and the teacher, inside. She didn't waist a minute.
Hi! I'm Miss Harris. And you would be?
he told her quietly looking down at the ground.
Hi Sam. Don't look so scared, it's gonna be fun. You're gonna end up loving this class. He didn't reply, just looked at his feet. Miss Harris stood up and turned to Chandler.
Sam looked around the class. There were a lot of other kids there. Some had little brothers and sisters with them, most had parents. Most of them had their Dad. AND their Mom, he realized. He didn't HAVE his mom. There was the one little girl in the corner, playing with the blocks, who had no parents with her. But just about any other child had their father and mother with them. Except for Sam.
At the end of the day, Miss Harris had handled a lot of crying kids. Kids who didn't want their parents to leave, kids who didn't have a friend in their class, kids who got lost. But the one who stuck with her was Sam. He had started crying, only because he didn't have him mom their with him. It didn't take long for her to find out she had died a few months ago.
* * * *
Mon, can you do something interesting to the fish? Alan asked her. You were a chef, weren't you? I'm sick of eating fish. Just plain cooked fish.
Yeah, Alan, I can just magically whip out stuff to make the fish interesting. If I could do that, I'd have my magical powers find a cell phone.
Well, there are pineapples around here.
Pineapple fish? she asked.
You never know. Might be the best thing since sliced bread. We'll get rescued, and you'll go home and make your pineapple fish and become famous. I'll see you making pineapple fish on your own new cooking show, and tell people I know her. And I had to FORCE Monica Bing to make pineapple fish.'
My name, she thought. Bing. By the time we get the hell outta here, he'll be remarried and I'll be Geller again. Oh my God, I can't be-
Alan interrupted her thoughts. Are you okay? I kinda lost you there, he laughed.
She snapped back into reality. Oh. Oh! Sorry. Pineapple fish, it is, I guess. Can you go get me pineapples?
Alan shrugged and headed off in the other direction.
Pineapple fish, She mumbled How about ice-cream?
* * * * * *
Audrey asked.
I want to go to school, she stated.
You do. Pre-school.
Dadddyyy. Really school.
Audrey, you'll get your chance. I promise.
When you're five. You're almost three. She sighed and left the room.
he mumbled. The last third birthday I'll ever see one of my kids have.
Hey, Chandler! Chandler looked up to see Rachel in the doorway.
Hi Rachel, he greeted her.
I'm going over to NYU, to see one of Ross' lectures. He said to ask if you wanted to come.
He laughed. I think I'll pass.
Rachel smiled. I figured. If you need anything, my cell phone is on.
Okay. Have fun.
Oh, of course. Rachel replied sarcastically. she added, and she left.
* * * * * *
Rachel wasn't too sure why she was listening to one of Ross' lectures, anyway. His class had just ended and another one was coming in. She decided to go take a bathroom break. When she got out into the hall, she heard her cell phone ring. When she answered it, it informed her that she had a page. This new phone was not only a phone, but had a pager built into it.
She finished in the restroom, then looked at her page. It simply read
she muttered. What does 606 mean?She tried to remember what the man who had sold her her phone had told her about numeric pager codes. A minute later, the phone rang. She answered it.
It means I Love You,' a voice told her [Okay, I thought I love you was 143 or something like that, but I looked at About.Com, and it said 606 means I love you, so we'll have to believe them.]
What does? she asked
Who is this? she asked as she entered Ross' lecture hall. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Ross holding a phone.
he said.
She hung up her phone, and looked at him. Ro-Ro-Ross? 606?
Look at Chandler and Monica, Rach. Together eight years, still as in love as they were when they got married, have two beautiful kids. And she dies. Life is too short, Rach. We both know that we're gonna end up together, anyway, so let's do it now, before we realize how short life is.
Rachel stood there, shocked. Well, I -I, guess you're right. But, Ross, can we just let everything go everything that was wrong with us before-
I'll have you know, if I knew how to say it on your pager, I woulda put We WEREN'T on a break' on it.
You're right. About how life is too short. And, you're right. About, about us end- ending up together, too, Rachel said, starting to cry. I'd like to start over again.
So, 606?
606 you, too.
By now, Ross had a classroom full of students, and they were all watching the interesting love life of their teacher taking place before them. Then Ross went to Rachel, and they kissed. The whole class started cheering and whooping. They pulled away, embarrassed.
Rachel smiled. I can watch your next lecture as your girlfriend, not your friend.
Ross agreed. I'm really glad.
So am I, she sighed and went back to her seat. 606. How cute.
A girl leaned in next to her. Lucky you. Me and Bianca here have been crushing on Professor Geller all year, she said, indicating the girl next to her.
Bianca agreed. Just invite us to the wedding.
* * * * *
Laila, come on! Natasha prompted.
Jeez, what's the big deal? It's only Labor Day.
Laila, this could be maybe our chance to get outta here! Natasha explained. On Labor Day, there are News Helicopters flying around, trying to get to events. One may pass over us! Now help Monica on the Monica was working on making the of HELP. Alan was making the H, out of sticks.
Simon said, a news chopper trying to get to some triathlon. Instead, they find castaways on a small island! Huge story rather than the same coverage of the other channels. Big ratings juggernaut.
I don't want it to be all hyped up and publicized, Kathy said, working on the .
Us being saved? Laila asked.
Yeah. I want it to be fun. I want to go shock my family and friends. See the looks on their faces. If they find out on TV, I'd miss that.
Monica agreed. I mean, imagine my husband's face when I come knocking on the door....
Imagine my teenage daughter when I come home, Alan said. It's gonna be fun.
Or, you go home and find and empty house, or a new family occupying it. Or your husband with a newborn baby in his hands, or your wife with a new, different wedding ring on her finger. Or VERY pregnant That's what I'M scared to death of, Laila said. I couldn't take that.
Me either, Monica agreed. So the sooner we get out of here, the better.
Get home, resume our lives..... Kathy added.
And bulldoze our tombstones, Bruce added. I hate thinking I have a tombstone.
Me, too, Laila said.
I wonder what mine says? Natasha thought. That's a bonus. Most dead people never get to read their own tombstone. Unless you can read it from Heaven or something....
I just wish I was home, Monica said. I wish I had never become a chef, I never would've gone on this dumb trip.
You're a good chef, though. Good pineapple fish, Kathy commented.
Monica said, forcing a smile.
Bruce said. Maybe this month is the month we get home.
Natahsa said. It was Labor Day now, so it was the end of September, marking their fifth month on the island.
Yeah, maybe a witch out flying on her broomstick on Halloween will see us, Laila joked.
Laila, where you been? They use vacuums now, Simon retorted.
You know what? It's gonna get cold soon. We've been here in only warm weather. I don't think surviving that could be too fun.
Yeah, who knows where we are. It may SNOW here come December, Alan said.
Simon said.
Well, let's hope by then we're home, all snuggled in our warm beds, Laila said.
Monica wished that would happen. But part of her wanted to doubt it.
