No Reason To Go on
Part 3: Making Progress
[A/N
I want to thank you guys for all the reviews and explain a few things before I start part 3. First of all, I'm glad you're all liking this, and I'm not going to kill Ross! …I think ^_^.
Also, I know Monica's out of character, but I don't want her to know about Ross's problems, at least not just yet. So sorry she hasn't been in much of this, and that she's OOC.
Okay, I hope you still like the fic!]
As Monica babbled on about how her brother had looked kind of pale and hoped he wasn't coming down with something because she couldn't have anyone getting sick because she had a date coming that night, Rachel looked around for some eye shadow. Opening the medicine cabinet, she gasped, silencing Monica.
"What is it?" She asked, looking at what Rachel was now holding.
"Who's is that?" Rachel said, trying to calm down. That was not blood she saw on the blade, it wasn't…
"Oh, Ross got that from my Dad last year," Monica said absently. "It's just a lame pocketknife, try this lipstick!"
Rachel put the knife back with out another word, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach.
"Monica, I'll be right back," she said to her friend.
She walked back into Ross's room, and found him still on the bed. She had to talk to him some more about this, now.
"Ross, wake up." She bent over him, and shook his shoulders.
He moaned, and opened his eyes slowly.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked franticly, still leaning over him.
"…What happened?" Ross asked weakly, trying to sit up. Rachel hadn't moved out of the way fast enough, and their heads banged against each other. Rachel's whimper of pain caught in her throat as she suddenly found herself kissing Ross.
His lips were dry against her soft ones, and Rachel felt his sweaty arms wrap around her slowly. For some reason, she didn't try to stop him from doing any of this.
Ross was confused. He tried to remember what'd been happening before he'd blacked out, but pushed all thoughts of it away for the time being as Rachel continued to softly kiss him. Her hair was soft against his cheek, and she smelled like she'd been wearing perfume not to long ago.
Finally, Rachel broke the kiss. She stood up fully, extracting herself from Ross's arms as she did so.
"I'd better go," she said after a short silence.
"Yeah." Ross agreed, pulling himself into a sitting position. "Oh and Rachel?" Rachel turned from where she'd been standing by the door.
"Yeah?" Ross looked nervously at her.
"Thanks." He said after a moment.
Before Rachel could ask him what exactly he was thanking her for, Monica's voice called her name from the next room.
"Rachel!"
"Coming!" With that, Rachel walked quietly out of Ross's room, shooting one last apprehensive glance at him as she did so.
Ross watched her go, before getting off the bed completely. He started doing jumping jacks, trying to block out Rachel's concerned face from popping into his brain every 2 seconds.
"Uh huh," Rachel stood quietly in the Geller's kitchen, phone to her ear. "Okay… well let me ask…" She placed her hand over the mouthpiece and turned to Judy who was washing dishes at the sink. "Mrs. Geller, my parents are going out of town until next Saturday. I know it's very sudden, but do you think it would be all right if…"
"Of course dear!" Judy cut Rachel's question off. "You're always welcome here. I'm sure Monica will be thrilled! And," she began to speak slightly quieter "maybe you could help her with her diet while you're here?"
"Uh… sure!" Rachel said uncertainly.
At that moment, Monica came in. She was wearing a dress that looked on the small side for her, but she was grinning all the same. "Hi!" She said brightly, picking up an apple from the counter.
"Monica, Rachel's going to be staying with us for a while."
"Oh, that's great!" Monica smiled at her friend as a knock came from the door. "Well, that's my date!"
10 minutes later, Rachel found herself alone in the kitchen. The Geller's were going out for the evening, and Monica was going out, but Rachel had the feeling that she'd be back sooner then she thought. Rachel headed back upstairs, and stopped next to the open bathroom door.
Walking in, she grabbed the pocketknife from its usual spot and walked into Monica's room. Opening her backpack, she shoved it in. This way, Ross wouldn't be able to hurt himself anymore… or so Rachel thought.
In his room, Ross was sitting quietly on his bed, finishing up some extra credit homework. His alarm clock read 6:30, and Ross was concentrating hard on not passing out again from lack of food. He sighed quietly to himself, and reached for his math book. Just as he was about to get to work on the first problem, his door opened.
"Knock knock!" He looked up to see a grinning Rachel standing in the doorway. "Hey, I'm stuck here for a couple of extra days," she bit her lip to keep in her concerned gasp at Ross's pale face. "I ordered a pizza, want to share it with me?" Ross hesitated, before nodding unsurely.
"Okay," he said with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "We'd better save some for Monica, she's on a date, isn't she?" Rachel nodded, and the two made their way downstairs together.
Monica found them watching TV like that on the couch a few hours' later, Rachel's head on Ross's shoulder. "Hey Mon!" Ross greeted his little sister.
"Hi!" Rachel smiled from her spot, making Monica blink in surprise at seeing Ross and her so close.
"Hey," she plopped down next to Ross, making the couch creek and go off balance slightly.
The three teens sat in silence for sometime, Monica eyeing her brother and friend oddly. She soon dropped it though, as one of her favorite TV shows came on.
"Well," Ross said after about 15 minutes of this. "I'm gonna turn in. Night guys."
"G'night," Monica didn't take her eyes off the screen.
"Night," Rachel smiled at him.
Ross returned her smile, and walked quietly up the stairs and to his bedroom. Rachel watched him until he was out of site, a feeling of slight relief passing over her. Though Ross still seemed troubled, she'd helped somehow… at least she hoped she had.
[A/N
Okay, sorry that was so short. I hoped this part was okay, and sorry again about Monica being kind of unusual. I'm having doubts about that kiss, and I just realized that Ross and Rachel didn't even say anything about it. But maybe that's because I started this part on Thursday, and just finished it now? Probably.
Anyways, thanks for putting up with me, and please review!
L_angel]
Part 3: Making Progress
[A/N
I want to thank you guys for all the reviews and explain a few things before I start part 3. First of all, I'm glad you're all liking this, and I'm not going to kill Ross! …I think ^_^.
Also, I know Monica's out of character, but I don't want her to know about Ross's problems, at least not just yet. So sorry she hasn't been in much of this, and that she's OOC.
Okay, I hope you still like the fic!]
As Monica babbled on about how her brother had looked kind of pale and hoped he wasn't coming down with something because she couldn't have anyone getting sick because she had a date coming that night, Rachel looked around for some eye shadow. Opening the medicine cabinet, she gasped, silencing Monica.
"What is it?" She asked, looking at what Rachel was now holding.
"Who's is that?" Rachel said, trying to calm down. That was not blood she saw on the blade, it wasn't…
"Oh, Ross got that from my Dad last year," Monica said absently. "It's just a lame pocketknife, try this lipstick!"
Rachel put the knife back with out another word, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach.
"Monica, I'll be right back," she said to her friend.
She walked back into Ross's room, and found him still on the bed. She had to talk to him some more about this, now.
"Ross, wake up." She bent over him, and shook his shoulders.
He moaned, and opened his eyes slowly.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked franticly, still leaning over him.
"…What happened?" Ross asked weakly, trying to sit up. Rachel hadn't moved out of the way fast enough, and their heads banged against each other. Rachel's whimper of pain caught in her throat as she suddenly found herself kissing Ross.
His lips were dry against her soft ones, and Rachel felt his sweaty arms wrap around her slowly. For some reason, she didn't try to stop him from doing any of this.
Ross was confused. He tried to remember what'd been happening before he'd blacked out, but pushed all thoughts of it away for the time being as Rachel continued to softly kiss him. Her hair was soft against his cheek, and she smelled like she'd been wearing perfume not to long ago.
Finally, Rachel broke the kiss. She stood up fully, extracting herself from Ross's arms as she did so.
"I'd better go," she said after a short silence.
"Yeah." Ross agreed, pulling himself into a sitting position. "Oh and Rachel?" Rachel turned from where she'd been standing by the door.
"Yeah?" Ross looked nervously at her.
"Thanks." He said after a moment.
Before Rachel could ask him what exactly he was thanking her for, Monica's voice called her name from the next room.
"Rachel!"
"Coming!" With that, Rachel walked quietly out of Ross's room, shooting one last apprehensive glance at him as she did so.
Ross watched her go, before getting off the bed completely. He started doing jumping jacks, trying to block out Rachel's concerned face from popping into his brain every 2 seconds.
"Uh huh," Rachel stood quietly in the Geller's kitchen, phone to her ear. "Okay… well let me ask…" She placed her hand over the mouthpiece and turned to Judy who was washing dishes at the sink. "Mrs. Geller, my parents are going out of town until next Saturday. I know it's very sudden, but do you think it would be all right if…"
"Of course dear!" Judy cut Rachel's question off. "You're always welcome here. I'm sure Monica will be thrilled! And," she began to speak slightly quieter "maybe you could help her with her diet while you're here?"
"Uh… sure!" Rachel said uncertainly.
At that moment, Monica came in. She was wearing a dress that looked on the small side for her, but she was grinning all the same. "Hi!" She said brightly, picking up an apple from the counter.
"Monica, Rachel's going to be staying with us for a while."
"Oh, that's great!" Monica smiled at her friend as a knock came from the door. "Well, that's my date!"
10 minutes later, Rachel found herself alone in the kitchen. The Geller's were going out for the evening, and Monica was going out, but Rachel had the feeling that she'd be back sooner then she thought. Rachel headed back upstairs, and stopped next to the open bathroom door.
Walking in, she grabbed the pocketknife from its usual spot and walked into Monica's room. Opening her backpack, she shoved it in. This way, Ross wouldn't be able to hurt himself anymore… or so Rachel thought.
In his room, Ross was sitting quietly on his bed, finishing up some extra credit homework. His alarm clock read 6:30, and Ross was concentrating hard on not passing out again from lack of food. He sighed quietly to himself, and reached for his math book. Just as he was about to get to work on the first problem, his door opened.
"Knock knock!" He looked up to see a grinning Rachel standing in the doorway. "Hey, I'm stuck here for a couple of extra days," she bit her lip to keep in her concerned gasp at Ross's pale face. "I ordered a pizza, want to share it with me?" Ross hesitated, before nodding unsurely.
"Okay," he said with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "We'd better save some for Monica, she's on a date, isn't she?" Rachel nodded, and the two made their way downstairs together.
Monica found them watching TV like that on the couch a few hours' later, Rachel's head on Ross's shoulder. "Hey Mon!" Ross greeted his little sister.
"Hi!" Rachel smiled from her spot, making Monica blink in surprise at seeing Ross and her so close.
"Hey," she plopped down next to Ross, making the couch creek and go off balance slightly.
The three teens sat in silence for sometime, Monica eyeing her brother and friend oddly. She soon dropped it though, as one of her favorite TV shows came on.
"Well," Ross said after about 15 minutes of this. "I'm gonna turn in. Night guys."
"G'night," Monica didn't take her eyes off the screen.
"Night," Rachel smiled at him.
Ross returned her smile, and walked quietly up the stairs and to his bedroom. Rachel watched him until he was out of site, a feeling of slight relief passing over her. Though Ross still seemed troubled, she'd helped somehow… at least she hoped she had.
[A/N
Okay, sorry that was so short. I hoped this part was okay, and sorry again about Monica being kind of unusual. I'm having doubts about that kiss, and I just realized that Ross and Rachel didn't even say anything about it. But maybe that's because I started this part on Thursday, and just finished it now? Probably.
Anyways, thanks for putting up with me, and please review!
L_angel]