The Past for Ross and Phoebe:
Part Four of 'Twists of Fate and Bad Luck'
Basically, the next three chapters are going to be about the time between when Rachel and Joey left and when Janie arrived in New York. It'll be slip up not by time, but by the people it revolves around. This one is Ross and Phoebe....
September 2005
Rachel and Joey had been gone for three months. Rachel had called Ross a thousand times since then. This was one of those times. It began and ended the same way as it had every day.
"Hello?" Ben said, answering the phone.
Rachel spoke on the other end of the line, "Ben, it's Rachel, is your dad there?"
Ben was, as usual, angry to hear Rachel's voice. To him she was the horrid lady who took his sister away, and he quickly replied, "Sure." He handed the phone to Ross, who was in the kitchen. Ben angrily said, "It's Rachel." Ben hated it, he wasn't even allowed to tell Monica that Rachel phoned almost daily.
Ross wiped his hands and took the phone, "Hi, Rachel."
"Okay, Ross, hear me out, you come here stay with us for a few weeks, then we'll all come back with you," Rachel said, just as she did everyday.
Ross frowned, "Rach, you say this everyday. You know I miss Janie, just come home. Please."
"No, Ross, seriously, we're doing good out here," Rachel told him. "Joey is working on this independent, little, movie thingy and I have a good job. You can come see Janie and everything will be okay."
"Rachel, you are too optimistic, it's crazy!" Ross angrily told her. Ben sighed and walked out of the kitchen and into his room.
Rachel tried harder, "Ross, we're not just coming back, so you'll have to figure out some way to come see Janie."
"For God sakes Rachel, next time you call, have a little more sense," Ross stated and hung up the phone.
Ben re-entered the kitchen, "You're just as stubborn as she is," Ben told him, getting a can of Coke from the fridge, "If you really cared about my sister, you'd jump on a plane and go see them. You don't even know their phone number, their address, you just wait around for them to come home."
Ross stared at Ben, astonished, finally he said, "Ben, where did you learn the word 'stubborn'? And no Coke before dinner, drink some milk!"
The next day, Ross was sitting in a cab, on his way to meet Monica and Chandler for dinner. Ben had been with Monica and Chandler all day. His cell phone rang, "Ross Geller," he droned.
"Ross, it's Rachel."
Ross sarcastically said, "Rachel, I haven't heard from you for a whole day, what's the new plan? We'll meet half way, say in Oklahoma?"
"Ross, I give up," Rachel told him, "I can't force myself to come back, and I can't force you to come here."
"Wait, Rach, I talked to Ben and maybe-" Ross started to say.
Rachel ignored him, not even listening to what he was trying to say, "Good-bye, Ross Geller. You missed your chance. Have a nice life."
"No, Rach, wait, I give in, just give me your phone number, please?" It was too late, Ross heard the other line hang up.
July 2009
Phoebe opened the door and quickly jumped into Ross's car. "Give me air-conditioning, it's so unbelievably hot outside."
Ross laughed and put the car into first gear, "Hi, Pheebs."
Phoebe started fanning herself with her hand, "Thanks for picking me up, I hate these massage seminars they keep newslettering me about."
"We just have to pick up Ben from work," Ross told her before staying, "You know newslettering really isn't a-," he paused, "Never mind."
"I can't believe he has a job," Phoebe said. "Isn't he like 11?"
"Fourteen," Ross said, "And it's not a real job, it's just cleaning out the trash at the movie theatre."
"Well, I'm sorry you have to pick me up," Phoebe told him, "David's out of town." She shrugged, "Monica and Chandler were taking the kids somewhere. It seems though you and I are the only ones left."
"What do you mean?" Ross asked, puzzled.
"Well Monica and Chandler are all obsessed over their children, Rachel and Joey are long gone," Phoebe sighed, "It's just us."
Ross frowned, "I guess so."
"I really didn't think we'd be the last ones left," Phoebe told him. "Do you know out of all of us, we have four children," she tried to pretend there weren't tears forming in her eyes. "And I don't have a single one."
"Five children," Ross corrected.
Phoebe threw a shocked look towards him, "What? I count four."
"Well, there's Janie," Ross sighed when he said her name, "There's Ellie and Taylor, then Ben, right? Well, now, Joey has a baby on the way."
Phoebe frowned, "How do you know this?"
"I ran into Joey's mom last week. She was shopping in Manhattan that day Ben and I went. So, I asked her if she ever heard from Joey. She told me she had only heard from him a few times, a month ago being the most recent. She said his girlfriend was pregnant." Ross shook his head, "I asked if she knew who this girlfriend was and she muttered something about being late and ran off. Don't tell Monica or Chandler, okay?"
"She probably could have told you how to get in contact with him," Phoebe sniffled.
"If she hadn't run off," Ross put his hand out for Phoebe to hold it, "Never mind." He smiled, "Did you know newslettering isn't a word?" They pulled up outside the movie theatre.
October 2010
Phoebe walked into her apartment. David was standing, waiting for her.
"Whoa," Phoebe said, "What's with the panicky expression?"
David folded his arms, "Where were you?"
"Ross's apartment," Phoebe told him, "Why?"
"Because we're married and I see you like five minutes a day," David said and began to pace
"You're always with Ross."
"Calm down, really, what do you think Ross and I are having an affair?" Phoebe said, sarcastically.
David stopped pacing, "Yeah, I do."
Phoebe started laughing, "That's funny." She patted him on the shoulder and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "You are so cute. And so oblivious."
"Wait," David said, as she walked towards the bedroom, "I'm trying to be mad at you."
Phoebe walked back over to him, "I'm just helping Ross through this difficult time in his life, you understand, right? But, the whole trying-to-be-mad thing really worked, try it some more."
David smiled, "Phoebe, we have to talk, or else, or else, I may hit the wall with my fist."
Phoebe acted innocently, "Oh please don't, husband, boss, ruler, whatever." She smiled and hugged him.
David grinned, "I love you."
"I love me too," Phoebe joked, "But you're pretty loveable, too."
January 2011
Phoebe walked out of the store and her cell phone rang, she quickly answered, "Hello?"
"Pheebs, it's me,"
"Hey, Ross, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you and David want to come over tonight for dinner. Monica, Chandler and the kids are coming, Ben's going to be around," Ross told her.
Phoebe stepped out onto the street, "Yeah, we'll be there, what time?"
Ross was sitting on his couch talking to Phoebe, "Around 6:30 should be good."
Ross heard Phoebe start to say, "Sure, I'll-" And then she gasped. Ross froze as he heard a loud bang and the cell phone die.
"Phoebe?" He yelled, "Pheebs?!"
Monica ran, her heels clicking against the floor. Ross and Ben were standing at the end of the hallway. She stopped when she got a few feet in front of them, before either of them could speak Monica yelled, "What happened?"
"She was hit by a car," Ross sighed.
"Is she okay?" Monica screeched.
Ben put his arm around his aunt, "Yeah, she should be okay. She broke her leg and has a concussion."
"Oh God," Monica said, "But she'll be okay?"
Ross nodded, "Where are Chandler and the kids?"
"Home," Monica stated. "Where's David?"
"In the room with Phoebe," Ross folded his arms, "He was white as a ghost when he got here; he had two different shoes on and no jacket."
Monica leaned against the wall, "God, can you imagine? Just hearing the most important person in the world to you has been in an accident?" She looked at her hands, "I can't imagine if that happened to Chandler." She wiped a tear from her eye. "When Ben phoned, the first thing I thought was 'She's the only girl friend I've got left. Rachel's long gone, not Phoebe, too."
Ross nodded.
Ross walked into Phoebe's hospital room. Phoebe turned and smiled at him, "Hey."
Ross noted the weak tone, "You okay?"
"Fine," Phoebe lied.
"Where's David?" Ross asked.
"Gone to make a phone call or something," Phoebe sighed. "Are you okay?"
Ross smiled and sat in the chair next to her bed, "I'm not the one in the hospital bed."
"But you're the one with the sad expression," Phoebe told him.
Ross shrugged, "It's just that everyone has someone, except me."
"What?" Phoebe was confused.
"Monica has Chandler, Chandler has Monica, you have David," Ross told her.
"And you have Ben," Phoebe told him. "You've got the most amazing kid in the whole world. He is smart, he is nice, he loves you, he loves all of us. He's not a brat. Ellie and Taylor can be bratty, but not Ben."
Ross thought for a moment, "You're right. All this time I've been feeling sorry for myself."
"Yeah, you are kinda a downer," Phoebe laughed.
Ross leaned in and hugged his friend, "Thanks, Pheebs."
"Yeah, whatever," Phoebe said. "Now, what about those dinner plans?"
Thanks for reading, next is Monica and Chandler...
Part Four of 'Twists of Fate and Bad Luck'
Basically, the next three chapters are going to be about the time between when Rachel and Joey left and when Janie arrived in New York. It'll be slip up not by time, but by the people it revolves around. This one is Ross and Phoebe....
September 2005
Rachel and Joey had been gone for three months. Rachel had called Ross a thousand times since then. This was one of those times. It began and ended the same way as it had every day.
"Hello?" Ben said, answering the phone.
Rachel spoke on the other end of the line, "Ben, it's Rachel, is your dad there?"
Ben was, as usual, angry to hear Rachel's voice. To him she was the horrid lady who took his sister away, and he quickly replied, "Sure." He handed the phone to Ross, who was in the kitchen. Ben angrily said, "It's Rachel." Ben hated it, he wasn't even allowed to tell Monica that Rachel phoned almost daily.
Ross wiped his hands and took the phone, "Hi, Rachel."
"Okay, Ross, hear me out, you come here stay with us for a few weeks, then we'll all come back with you," Rachel said, just as she did everyday.
Ross frowned, "Rach, you say this everyday. You know I miss Janie, just come home. Please."
"No, Ross, seriously, we're doing good out here," Rachel told him. "Joey is working on this independent, little, movie thingy and I have a good job. You can come see Janie and everything will be okay."
"Rachel, you are too optimistic, it's crazy!" Ross angrily told her. Ben sighed and walked out of the kitchen and into his room.
Rachel tried harder, "Ross, we're not just coming back, so you'll have to figure out some way to come see Janie."
"For God sakes Rachel, next time you call, have a little more sense," Ross stated and hung up the phone.
Ben re-entered the kitchen, "You're just as stubborn as she is," Ben told him, getting a can of Coke from the fridge, "If you really cared about my sister, you'd jump on a plane and go see them. You don't even know their phone number, their address, you just wait around for them to come home."
Ross stared at Ben, astonished, finally he said, "Ben, where did you learn the word 'stubborn'? And no Coke before dinner, drink some milk!"
The next day, Ross was sitting in a cab, on his way to meet Monica and Chandler for dinner. Ben had been with Monica and Chandler all day. His cell phone rang, "Ross Geller," he droned.
"Ross, it's Rachel."
Ross sarcastically said, "Rachel, I haven't heard from you for a whole day, what's the new plan? We'll meet half way, say in Oklahoma?"
"Ross, I give up," Rachel told him, "I can't force myself to come back, and I can't force you to come here."
"Wait, Rach, I talked to Ben and maybe-" Ross started to say.
Rachel ignored him, not even listening to what he was trying to say, "Good-bye, Ross Geller. You missed your chance. Have a nice life."
"No, Rach, wait, I give in, just give me your phone number, please?" It was too late, Ross heard the other line hang up.
July 2009
Phoebe opened the door and quickly jumped into Ross's car. "Give me air-conditioning, it's so unbelievably hot outside."
Ross laughed and put the car into first gear, "Hi, Pheebs."
Phoebe started fanning herself with her hand, "Thanks for picking me up, I hate these massage seminars they keep newslettering me about."
"We just have to pick up Ben from work," Ross told her before staying, "You know newslettering really isn't a-," he paused, "Never mind."
"I can't believe he has a job," Phoebe said. "Isn't he like 11?"
"Fourteen," Ross said, "And it's not a real job, it's just cleaning out the trash at the movie theatre."
"Well, I'm sorry you have to pick me up," Phoebe told him, "David's out of town." She shrugged, "Monica and Chandler were taking the kids somewhere. It seems though you and I are the only ones left."
"What do you mean?" Ross asked, puzzled.
"Well Monica and Chandler are all obsessed over their children, Rachel and Joey are long gone," Phoebe sighed, "It's just us."
Ross frowned, "I guess so."
"I really didn't think we'd be the last ones left," Phoebe told him. "Do you know out of all of us, we have four children," she tried to pretend there weren't tears forming in her eyes. "And I don't have a single one."
"Five children," Ross corrected.
Phoebe threw a shocked look towards him, "What? I count four."
"Well, there's Janie," Ross sighed when he said her name, "There's Ellie and Taylor, then Ben, right? Well, now, Joey has a baby on the way."
Phoebe frowned, "How do you know this?"
"I ran into Joey's mom last week. She was shopping in Manhattan that day Ben and I went. So, I asked her if she ever heard from Joey. She told me she had only heard from him a few times, a month ago being the most recent. She said his girlfriend was pregnant." Ross shook his head, "I asked if she knew who this girlfriend was and she muttered something about being late and ran off. Don't tell Monica or Chandler, okay?"
"She probably could have told you how to get in contact with him," Phoebe sniffled.
"If she hadn't run off," Ross put his hand out for Phoebe to hold it, "Never mind." He smiled, "Did you know newslettering isn't a word?" They pulled up outside the movie theatre.
October 2010
Phoebe walked into her apartment. David was standing, waiting for her.
"Whoa," Phoebe said, "What's with the panicky expression?"
David folded his arms, "Where were you?"
"Ross's apartment," Phoebe told him, "Why?"
"Because we're married and I see you like five minutes a day," David said and began to pace
"You're always with Ross."
"Calm down, really, what do you think Ross and I are having an affair?" Phoebe said, sarcastically.
David stopped pacing, "Yeah, I do."
Phoebe started laughing, "That's funny." She patted him on the shoulder and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "You are so cute. And so oblivious."
"Wait," David said, as she walked towards the bedroom, "I'm trying to be mad at you."
Phoebe walked back over to him, "I'm just helping Ross through this difficult time in his life, you understand, right? But, the whole trying-to-be-mad thing really worked, try it some more."
David smiled, "Phoebe, we have to talk, or else, or else, I may hit the wall with my fist."
Phoebe acted innocently, "Oh please don't, husband, boss, ruler, whatever." She smiled and hugged him.
David grinned, "I love you."
"I love me too," Phoebe joked, "But you're pretty loveable, too."
January 2011
Phoebe walked out of the store and her cell phone rang, she quickly answered, "Hello?"
"Pheebs, it's me,"
"Hey, Ross, what's up?"
"I was wondering if you and David want to come over tonight for dinner. Monica, Chandler and the kids are coming, Ben's going to be around," Ross told her.
Phoebe stepped out onto the street, "Yeah, we'll be there, what time?"
Ross was sitting on his couch talking to Phoebe, "Around 6:30 should be good."
Ross heard Phoebe start to say, "Sure, I'll-" And then she gasped. Ross froze as he heard a loud bang and the cell phone die.
"Phoebe?" He yelled, "Pheebs?!"
Monica ran, her heels clicking against the floor. Ross and Ben were standing at the end of the hallway. She stopped when she got a few feet in front of them, before either of them could speak Monica yelled, "What happened?"
"She was hit by a car," Ross sighed.
"Is she okay?" Monica screeched.
Ben put his arm around his aunt, "Yeah, she should be okay. She broke her leg and has a concussion."
"Oh God," Monica said, "But she'll be okay?"
Ross nodded, "Where are Chandler and the kids?"
"Home," Monica stated. "Where's David?"
"In the room with Phoebe," Ross folded his arms, "He was white as a ghost when he got here; he had two different shoes on and no jacket."
Monica leaned against the wall, "God, can you imagine? Just hearing the most important person in the world to you has been in an accident?" She looked at her hands, "I can't imagine if that happened to Chandler." She wiped a tear from her eye. "When Ben phoned, the first thing I thought was 'She's the only girl friend I've got left. Rachel's long gone, not Phoebe, too."
Ross nodded.
Ross walked into Phoebe's hospital room. Phoebe turned and smiled at him, "Hey."
Ross noted the weak tone, "You okay?"
"Fine," Phoebe lied.
"Where's David?" Ross asked.
"Gone to make a phone call or something," Phoebe sighed. "Are you okay?"
Ross smiled and sat in the chair next to her bed, "I'm not the one in the hospital bed."
"But you're the one with the sad expression," Phoebe told him.
Ross shrugged, "It's just that everyone has someone, except me."
"What?" Phoebe was confused.
"Monica has Chandler, Chandler has Monica, you have David," Ross told her.
"And you have Ben," Phoebe told him. "You've got the most amazing kid in the whole world. He is smart, he is nice, he loves you, he loves all of us. He's not a brat. Ellie and Taylor can be bratty, but not Ben."
Ross thought for a moment, "You're right. All this time I've been feeling sorry for myself."
"Yeah, you are kinda a downer," Phoebe laughed.
Ross leaned in and hugged his friend, "Thanks, Pheebs."
"Yeah, whatever," Phoebe said. "Now, what about those dinner plans?"
Thanks for reading, next is Monica and Chandler...