No Reason To Go On
Part 6: Seeking Comfort
[A/N
Warning: fluff alert! Extreme R&R cuteness ahead! J]
"…Ross?" Her voice was soft as her hand gently shook his shoulder. "Ross, wake up."
He stirred, and slowly opened his eyes. "…Rachel?" He blinked sleepily, and looked around him.
"It's after 10, and I was going upstairs…" She blushed and it was then that Ross realized that he was leaning against her.
"Oh, sorry!" He sat up quickly, but almost collapsed again when a dizzying feeling swept over him.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked in concern, watching him pale.
"Fine," he muttered, taking her hand nervously and pulling himself to his feet.
She stood up as well, their hands still linked.
"Well, night," she paused before releasing his hand.
"G'night," he said quietly.
They walked as one to the stairs, not seeing Monica still watching them from the couch. Rachel made her brother happy, and maybe Rachel could help him stop doing this better then she could.
"I hate you." He blinked.
"Mom?"
"I can't believe I ever considered you my son!" He stared blankly at her. "Getting Rachel pregnant like that, so irresponsible…" She clicked her tongue disapprovingly, and walked briskly from his bedroom.
Ross sat on his bed, still feeling and looking bewildered. Suddenly, he heard sobbing from Monica's room.
"Rachel?" He stood up, and walked into Monica's room. "Rachel?" He asked again, walking in fully.
He almost didn't see her at first, and when he did he wished he hadn't. He walked slowly over to his sister's surprisingly neatly made bed. Rachel was sitting on it; face berried in her hands, crying.
She looked like she'd gained a lot of weight, Ross reflected, and then something his mother had just said came back to him. Getting Rachel pregnant. He'd gotten…
"Rachel?" He tentatively touched her hand, which she pulled away instantly.
"Get away from me!" Her voice was high pitched and full of anger. "I hate you! You did this to me! After I helped you get over your anorexia, this is the thanks I get?"
He paled. "No…" He paused; the only sound in the room was Rachel's heart wrenching sobs. "Rachel… I'm sorry…" He tried to embrace her, but her hand flew up, slapping him hard across the face.
"Leave me alone!" She screamed again, running the best she could from the room.
Ross's own hand flew to his still stinging cheek as he watched Rachel leave the room. "No!" He cried, falling to his knees beside Monica's now vacant bed. "Rachel!!"
He awoke with a gasp, and fell off his sweat-soaked bed with a thud. He lay motionless on the floor for a moment, trying to catch his breath.
Abruptly, the door quietly opened. "Ross? Are you… okay?"
He blinked at the sudden light coming from the hallway. A figure stood in the doorway to his room, but just who it was Ross wasn't sure.
He looked up at her face, and instantaneously felt his cheeks grow red. "Fine," he said to Rachel.
"Are you sure?" She didn't know why she was doing this.
He didn't reply right away, he simply watched her walk into the room and over to him. "I'm fine," he said after a moment.
She didn't look convinced, but nodded and sat down on his bed. He blinked. "What are you doing?"
She didn't answer. She didn't know what or why she was doing this.
He didn't press her to do so. He simply got up and joined her on the bed.
Letting instincts take over, she put her arm around his shoulders. He didn't object.
Slowly, he reached over and fully embraced her. The sent of her hair and the feeling of her body so close to his reassured him slightly, and slowly his body which had been shaking for sometime, began to calm down.
He breathed in shakily, and he felt her hand slowly begin to stroke his back.
"Thank you," he whispered hoarsely.
"It's no problem," she said in an equally soft tone.
"I haven't slit my wrists once today." He was embarrassed that his voice was shaking like this.
"Good." She held him tighter.
He didn't quite know why he did what he did next. Maybe it was because his mind was still slightly disoriented from the dream, or maybe it was out of pure stupidity. Whatever it was, it didn't matter to either.
Ross raised his head from her soft brown hair, and leaned his face closer to Rachel's.
She sucked in a silent gasp, before his lips were softly pressing against hers.
The kiss lasted for quite sometime, Ross seeking comfort, and Rachel seeking reassurance that he was in fact all right.
Finally, Ross broke it. Rachel still remained with him, however. He was very grateful for this, and soon felt himself falling asleep once again. He hoped fervently that she wouldn't notice.
She did, but made no move to leave him. She felt him relax in her arms, and his breathing grew even.
She smiled down at his sleeping face, and softly kissed his cheek.
She sighed happily, and slid pulled the blankets over both of them, falling asleep moments later.
Many times that night, Ross would wake up, haunted once again by nightmares. But always, he would feel arms gently holding him, and feel Rachel's gentle fingers running through his hair.
They said nothing in those few times, both barely a where that they were taking place. They were safe, and that was all that mattered to both.
Sunlight streamed into the room the next morning, it's soft beams waking Rachel. She was at first confused as to where she was, and why she was holding a sleeping Ross in her arms. But soon she remembered the night before's events, and relaxed.
A few moments later, Ross stirred and opened his eyes to stare sleepily at her. "You stayed all night?"
She blushed slightly. "Of course I did."
"You didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
He smiled and sat up. Rachel smiled warmly back at him, and a few short seconds later she'd pressed her soft lips to his parched ones.
They probably would've stayed like that for longer, if Monica hadn't burst in. "Ross have you seen… oh!"
Monica Geller's mouth dropped open. There, on the bed in front of her, lay Ross and Rachel. Kissing.
"Oh, morning Mon!" Rachel blushed as she broke the kiss.
"Hey," Ross said quietly.
Monica opened and closed her mouth several times as though to say something, but no words came out. "I… er… I'll be in the shower," she finally said distractedly.
"What just happened?" Rachel asked once Monica had left.
"I-I don't know," Ross answered slowly. "B-But I liked it."
Rachel smiled a real smile for the first time in days. "So did I."
[A/N
I just love fluff ^_^. Sorry this part is so short, and that it took so long to get out. I'm not sure when the next chapter should be up, but I start school again on Monday, so bare with me, okay?
Thanks,
L_angel]
Part 6: Seeking Comfort
[A/N
Warning: fluff alert! Extreme R&R cuteness ahead! J]
"…Ross?" Her voice was soft as her hand gently shook his shoulder. "Ross, wake up."
He stirred, and slowly opened his eyes. "…Rachel?" He blinked sleepily, and looked around him.
"It's after 10, and I was going upstairs…" She blushed and it was then that Ross realized that he was leaning against her.
"Oh, sorry!" He sat up quickly, but almost collapsed again when a dizzying feeling swept over him.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked in concern, watching him pale.
"Fine," he muttered, taking her hand nervously and pulling himself to his feet.
She stood up as well, their hands still linked.
"Well, night," she paused before releasing his hand.
"G'night," he said quietly.
They walked as one to the stairs, not seeing Monica still watching them from the couch. Rachel made her brother happy, and maybe Rachel could help him stop doing this better then she could.
"I hate you." He blinked.
"Mom?"
"I can't believe I ever considered you my son!" He stared blankly at her. "Getting Rachel pregnant like that, so irresponsible…" She clicked her tongue disapprovingly, and walked briskly from his bedroom.
Ross sat on his bed, still feeling and looking bewildered. Suddenly, he heard sobbing from Monica's room.
"Rachel?" He stood up, and walked into Monica's room. "Rachel?" He asked again, walking in fully.
He almost didn't see her at first, and when he did he wished he hadn't. He walked slowly over to his sister's surprisingly neatly made bed. Rachel was sitting on it; face berried in her hands, crying.
She looked like she'd gained a lot of weight, Ross reflected, and then something his mother had just said came back to him. Getting Rachel pregnant. He'd gotten…
"Rachel?" He tentatively touched her hand, which she pulled away instantly.
"Get away from me!" Her voice was high pitched and full of anger. "I hate you! You did this to me! After I helped you get over your anorexia, this is the thanks I get?"
He paled. "No…" He paused; the only sound in the room was Rachel's heart wrenching sobs. "Rachel… I'm sorry…" He tried to embrace her, but her hand flew up, slapping him hard across the face.
"Leave me alone!" She screamed again, running the best she could from the room.
Ross's own hand flew to his still stinging cheek as he watched Rachel leave the room. "No!" He cried, falling to his knees beside Monica's now vacant bed. "Rachel!!"
He awoke with a gasp, and fell off his sweat-soaked bed with a thud. He lay motionless on the floor for a moment, trying to catch his breath.
Abruptly, the door quietly opened. "Ross? Are you… okay?"
He blinked at the sudden light coming from the hallway. A figure stood in the doorway to his room, but just who it was Ross wasn't sure.
He looked up at her face, and instantaneously felt his cheeks grow red. "Fine," he said to Rachel.
"Are you sure?" She didn't know why she was doing this.
He didn't reply right away, he simply watched her walk into the room and over to him. "I'm fine," he said after a moment.
She didn't look convinced, but nodded and sat down on his bed. He blinked. "What are you doing?"
She didn't answer. She didn't know what or why she was doing this.
He didn't press her to do so. He simply got up and joined her on the bed.
Letting instincts take over, she put her arm around his shoulders. He didn't object.
Slowly, he reached over and fully embraced her. The sent of her hair and the feeling of her body so close to his reassured him slightly, and slowly his body which had been shaking for sometime, began to calm down.
He breathed in shakily, and he felt her hand slowly begin to stroke his back.
"Thank you," he whispered hoarsely.
"It's no problem," she said in an equally soft tone.
"I haven't slit my wrists once today." He was embarrassed that his voice was shaking like this.
"Good." She held him tighter.
He didn't quite know why he did what he did next. Maybe it was because his mind was still slightly disoriented from the dream, or maybe it was out of pure stupidity. Whatever it was, it didn't matter to either.
Ross raised his head from her soft brown hair, and leaned his face closer to Rachel's.
She sucked in a silent gasp, before his lips were softly pressing against hers.
The kiss lasted for quite sometime, Ross seeking comfort, and Rachel seeking reassurance that he was in fact all right.
Finally, Ross broke it. Rachel still remained with him, however. He was very grateful for this, and soon felt himself falling asleep once again. He hoped fervently that she wouldn't notice.
She did, but made no move to leave him. She felt him relax in her arms, and his breathing grew even.
She smiled down at his sleeping face, and softly kissed his cheek.
She sighed happily, and slid pulled the blankets over both of them, falling asleep moments later.
Many times that night, Ross would wake up, haunted once again by nightmares. But always, he would feel arms gently holding him, and feel Rachel's gentle fingers running through his hair.
They said nothing in those few times, both barely a where that they were taking place. They were safe, and that was all that mattered to both.
Sunlight streamed into the room the next morning, it's soft beams waking Rachel. She was at first confused as to where she was, and why she was holding a sleeping Ross in her arms. But soon she remembered the night before's events, and relaxed.
A few moments later, Ross stirred and opened his eyes to stare sleepily at her. "You stayed all night?"
She blushed slightly. "Of course I did."
"You didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
He smiled and sat up. Rachel smiled warmly back at him, and a few short seconds later she'd pressed her soft lips to his parched ones.
They probably would've stayed like that for longer, if Monica hadn't burst in. "Ross have you seen… oh!"
Monica Geller's mouth dropped open. There, on the bed in front of her, lay Ross and Rachel. Kissing.
"Oh, morning Mon!" Rachel blushed as she broke the kiss.
"Hey," Ross said quietly.
Monica opened and closed her mouth several times as though to say something, but no words came out. "I… er… I'll be in the shower," she finally said distractedly.
"What just happened?" Rachel asked once Monica had left.
"I-I don't know," Ross answered slowly. "B-But I liked it."
Rachel smiled a real smile for the first time in days. "So did I."
[A/N
I just love fluff ^_^. Sorry this part is so short, and that it took so long to get out. I'm not sure when the next chapter should be up, but I start school again on Monday, so bare with me, okay?
Thanks,
L_angel]