Twists of Fate and Bad Luck:

Part 2

Rachel sat on the end of her daughter's bed, staring at the wall. It was three hours since she had come home to find her daughter missing. She sat motionless staring at the floor. There were a few items of clothes on it, a few books, and a box of pencil crayons. The slightly pink walls and peach carpet which usually felt so warm, now felt cold to Rachel. She turned and picked up a book off the floor. A few pictures fell out of it. Rachel gasped and picked them up. She hadn't seen the pictures since they arrived in California several years ago. She sighed, realising Janie must have found them somewhere and kept them. Rachel slowly flipped through the pictures. The first was of Rachel, beaming, with her hand on her stomach. They were taken when Rachel was eight months pregnant. The second was of Ross holding up a pink teddy bear and smiling. The next was of Joey and Chandler sitting on either side of a very pregnant Rachel on the couch in Chandler and Monica's apartment. Rachel stood up and walked into the hall. Her room was right across the hall and there were two other rooms at the end of the hall. Another bedroom and a bathroom. She took the pictures into her room, where she lay them on the bedside table. She stood next to her bed, unsure of what to do. She heard the door open and close.

A male voice called out, "Rach?"

Rachel quickly yelled, "In here!"

Janie woke up, confused. Quickly she remembered where she was. The lady who had helped her stood next to her bed.

"Hey, Janie," Monica smiled, "Feeling better?"

Janie shook her head, "Did you call my mom?"

Monica frowned, "No, I need her number."

Janie squinted and sat up, "I have stitches; Mom needs to know."

"She will," Monica smiled. "You're in good hands."

Janie sat back down, "I hate hospitals."

"Well, you can come home with me tonight," Monica told her, "I'm sure I can convince the doctors."

"Okay," Janie shivered, "I'm cold."

"I'll get you a blanket," Monica said and picked up a blanket from the bedside table. She started to cover her with it.

Janie leaned back, comfortably, in a sitting position.

Monica hesitantly asked, "Janie, what do you remember about living in New York?"

"Not really much," she told her, chewing on her fingernails, "Just that I lived in a white apartment and my dad lived in a reddish one. And we used to visit my aunt, who had purple walls."

Chandler knocked and walked into the room, "Hey."

Monica stepped back when she saw him, "Hi. What are you doing here?"

"Phoebe told me what was going on," Chandler said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Janie, this is my-" Monica paused, "My husband."

Chandler looked at her funny, "Right."

Janie looked towards him, she quickly yelled, "You were sitting next to Mom!"

Monica frowned, "What?"

Janie kept yelling frantically, "I found pictures, in Mom's room, of you and my mom and Joey!"

Monica walked over to her side, "Janie, this may be hard to understand, but we knew your Mom when she lived here."

"Wait, do you know my dad?" Janie asked, hysterically. Monica and Chandler were silent.

Chandler thought for a moment, "Wait, who was in this picture?"

"Mom, Joey and you!" Janie said, her eyes big with shock.

"You see Joey a lot?" Monica asked.

Janie nodded, her eyes full of confusion, then said, "Yeah, Joey is Mom's boyfriend," she quickly continued, "You knew Joey, too!"

Monica turned to Chandler, shocked, "Joey and Rachel?"

Chandler folded his arms, "I can't believe it."

Janie grabbed Monica's arm, "Do you know my dad?"

Monica frowned and turned to Chandler, "We need to call Ross."

Joey walked into the bedroom to see Rachel standing, looking miserable. He spoke softly, "Did you call Ross?"

Rachel nodded, "He wasn't there."

"Did you call Monica?" Joey asked and Rachel shook her head. Joey walked over to her and put his am around her, "You called Ross- you can call Monica, too."

Rachel moved over to her purse and picked up her address book, she handed it to Joey, shaking her head, "I can't; you do it."

Joey picked up the phone and dialed the number from the book, after a few rings a child's voice answered.

"Hello? This is Taylor," the voice said.

Joey frowned, "Is Monica home?"

Taylor chatted friendly, "Mom's out right now, do you want to talk to my sister?"

Joey smiled uneasily at the realisation he was talking to Chandler and Monica's child, "How old's your sister?"

"Five," Taylor told him. "Who is this?"

"This is an old friend, Joey, is your dad home?"

"Dad's not here, he doesn't live here anymore, but Phoebe is here, wanna talk to her?" Taylor asked, and before Joey could reply, Phoebe's voice came through the phone.

"Hello?"

Joey sat on the edge of the bed, "Pheebs?"

Phoebe paused for a moment, trying to figure out who she was talking to, "Who is this?"

"It's me, Joey," he told her.

Silence. Finally, she whispered, "Joey? What happened to you?"

"Long story, and we're really sorry," Joey said apologetically.

"We?" Phoebe asked in surprise. "You're with Rachel, I presume."

"Right, Rach and me," Joey said, looking to Rachel, whose fists were clutched together, tears streaming down her face.

"Where did you guys go?" Phoebe quickly asked, then remembering the days events said, "Rachel's daughter."

"What about her?" Joey asked standing up, "Phoebe?"

Phoebe quickly began talking, trying to contemplate what was happening, "She fell or something, she's here looking for Ross. Monica found her and helped her, and now Monica and Chandler are at the hospital with her."

Joey sighed in relief, "Thank God." He turned to Rachel, "She's with Monica and Chandler!"

Rachel grabbed the phone, "Phoebe! Is she okay?"

Phoebe jumped back at the frantic voice of Rachel, a person whom she hadn't talked to in seven years, "Yeah. She's at the hospital, she fell, but she'll be fine, I think."

Rachel sat next to Joey, and leaned against him, "Oh Phoebe, we'll be there tomorrow, keep her safe."

Phoebe was silent for a moment, then said, "There are so many questions, mainly from Monica, but so many questions, come prepared."

End of Part Two