Dream Come True, Chapter 2
Disorientation and Doubles
Author's Note: Hello, everybody, I take great pride in my ability to get chapters up fairly quickly, so here you go. In this chapter, everything gets just a little bit more interesting. Yes sir, very interesting. Umm, I can't really think of much I have to say, except that I'd like to thank my good friend Lauren, for, as she so eloquently put it, "making a true Friends fan out of me-and a Ross and Rachel fan at that!" Also, I completely forgot a disclaimer in the first chapter, so this is it for the whole fic:
Disclaimer: Hi. I don't own Friends or its characters. They belong to Bright, Kaufman, and Crane, and all those other lucky, lucky, LUCKY people. And plus, I'm only 13, so I'd really rather not be sued, seeing as I've only got a very, very, very small amount of money.
~*~
Sun poured in the window of the Gellers' apartment, and Ross stirred. He opened one eye, and saw Rachel by his side, lying in bed, obviously waiting for him to wake.
"Morning sleepyhead," she said with a kiss. Ross was a little suspicious, as they'd agreed the night before not to start a relationship.
"Morning, Rach," he replied. "I'm sorry, but why'd you kiss me?"
"Hey, I know we had a fight last night, but I thought we were okay now. I mean, can't a woman kiss her husband? I just love these few minutes early in the morning-when it's just the two of us," she said, smiling. Ross became even more suspicious.
However, when he heard a baby's cry, which he assumed belonged to Emma, he was at peace. But not for long.
"Oh, I guess Brian's up!" exclaimed Rachel as she got out of bed, and Ross realized her nightgown was a different one than the one she'd been wearing when they fell asleep the night before.
"Brian?" Ross asked, puzzled.
"Yes, Ross, Brian. Our son, Brian. Are you okay?" she asked. "Anyway, could you get him? I've got to feed the kids before you take them to school," she said.
She was just about to leave the room, but Ross jumped up and stopped her. "Kids?" he asked. "Oh, and by the way, what's the date?"
"It's May 25, 2012, and yes, our kids. Emma, Julian, Andrew, and Lucy," Rachel answered matter-of-factly. Brian began to wail even louder. "You really better go get him," she said, and left the room.
Ross got up and walked down the hall, peeking in every door until he found one with a crib. He walked over to the crib and saw a dark-haired baby boy who looked about one. 'Where am I?' he thought. 'Did I warp into the future? Is this really my son? Woah.' He picked up the baby.
"Hey, buddy," he said. "Good morning. Am I really your daddy?"
"Daddy!" responded the little boy.
"If you say so," replied Ross. "Is it okay with you if Daddy puts you in your playpen to play a little bit? Daddy has to go somewhere, but he'll be right back."
"NO!" cried Brian. "Potty!"
"Oh, boy," said Ross. "You want your diaper changed?"
Brian's only response was, "Potty!" Ross changed Brian's diaper, took him out to the living room, and deposited him in the playpen. It was then that he saw his children.
There were four of them, sitting in a line at the kitchen counter, eating cereal. The oldest, a beautiful girl of about ten with long blonde hair, turned to him. "Morning, Dad!" she said cheerfully.
"Good morning-Emma?" he half-asked, surprised at seeing his daughter--his daughter whom he knew as a one-year-old-so big.
"Yes, Dad, that's me. Emma," she replied, as if it was obvious. The other three children, whom he assumed were Julian, Andrew, and Lucy, a boy of eight, a boy of five, and a little three-year-old girl, also said good morning to him.
After he had greeted them all, he went back into the bedroom to gather his thoughts. 'Wow,' he thought. 'I guess I'm in the future. Hey, I know what I can do! I'll call my cell phone. Not like anyone will pick up, but hey, it's worth a try.'
He dialed his cell phone number and a voice-his voice-answered.
"Ross Geller," said the voice.
"Um-wow," said Ross. "Er-Ross, this is, uh, um, Ross."
"WHAT?" said Future Ross.
(Author's Note: Future Ross will be called F. Ross from here on out.)
"Um, this isn't easy to explain, but-I'm you. Or you're me. Or something. I went to bed last night in 2003, and I woke up this morning in 2012. I really don't know what happened," said Ross in a rushed voice.
"Um, okay," replied F. Ross. "This is very, very weird. Can you meet me outside in five minutes?"
"Sure.where?" asked Ross.
"Just outside your door. Tell Rach you're getting the paper or something," he replied.
"Okay," agreed Ross. "See you in five minutes." Ross hung up.
He walked out into the living room and picked up Brian. "Okay, buddy, breakfast time," he said. He turned to Rachel. "Rach, I'm going to feed Brian now."
"Okay," she replied. "Here's his bottle." Rachel handed him Brian's bottle.
Brian drank the bottle faster than Ross had ever seen any baby drink anything. "Gosh, kid," he told Brian, "you must have been REALLY hungry."
"Here," said Rachel, "let me take him now." Ross handed the baby to Rachel.
"Okay, I'm going to go get the paper. I'll be back soon."
Ross walked out the door and standing before him was-him. It was very unnerving.
"Hi," he said.
"Umm. hi," replied F. Ross.
"So...tell me about the past nine years," said Ross.
~*~ Okay. That's it. Whadaya think? Please let me know by REVIEWING hint hint. Well, gotta go, I'll have the next chapter for you ASAP.
Also, a note to all readers: This fic may remind you a lot of Strawberrykin's fic All I Have To Do Is Dream, but believe me, it's not plagiarism. This fic has been in the works since the spring, but it had come to a bit of a standstill, because I didn't know if you people would like it or not. I had written the first chapter, but never uploaded it. And then I saw how much you guys liked the other one, and it inspired me to go ahead and do this story. I have reviewed Strawberrykin's fic to explain things to her, in the hopes that no argument of any kind will take place. Believe me, it's just pure coincedence that our stories are so similar, and I would actually like to thank Strawberrykin for writing her fic, because it helped me to realize the potential mine had.
Thanks for your understanding. Bye!
Author's Note: Hello, everybody, I take great pride in my ability to get chapters up fairly quickly, so here you go. In this chapter, everything gets just a little bit more interesting. Yes sir, very interesting. Umm, I can't really think of much I have to say, except that I'd like to thank my good friend Lauren, for, as she so eloquently put it, "making a true Friends fan out of me-and a Ross and Rachel fan at that!" Also, I completely forgot a disclaimer in the first chapter, so this is it for the whole fic:
Disclaimer: Hi. I don't own Friends or its characters. They belong to Bright, Kaufman, and Crane, and all those other lucky, lucky, LUCKY people. And plus, I'm only 13, so I'd really rather not be sued, seeing as I've only got a very, very, very small amount of money.
~*~
Sun poured in the window of the Gellers' apartment, and Ross stirred. He opened one eye, and saw Rachel by his side, lying in bed, obviously waiting for him to wake.
"Morning sleepyhead," she said with a kiss. Ross was a little suspicious, as they'd agreed the night before not to start a relationship.
"Morning, Rach," he replied. "I'm sorry, but why'd you kiss me?"
"Hey, I know we had a fight last night, but I thought we were okay now. I mean, can't a woman kiss her husband? I just love these few minutes early in the morning-when it's just the two of us," she said, smiling. Ross became even more suspicious.
However, when he heard a baby's cry, which he assumed belonged to Emma, he was at peace. But not for long.
"Oh, I guess Brian's up!" exclaimed Rachel as she got out of bed, and Ross realized her nightgown was a different one than the one she'd been wearing when they fell asleep the night before.
"Brian?" Ross asked, puzzled.
"Yes, Ross, Brian. Our son, Brian. Are you okay?" she asked. "Anyway, could you get him? I've got to feed the kids before you take them to school," she said.
She was just about to leave the room, but Ross jumped up and stopped her. "Kids?" he asked. "Oh, and by the way, what's the date?"
"It's May 25, 2012, and yes, our kids. Emma, Julian, Andrew, and Lucy," Rachel answered matter-of-factly. Brian began to wail even louder. "You really better go get him," she said, and left the room.
Ross got up and walked down the hall, peeking in every door until he found one with a crib. He walked over to the crib and saw a dark-haired baby boy who looked about one. 'Where am I?' he thought. 'Did I warp into the future? Is this really my son? Woah.' He picked up the baby.
"Hey, buddy," he said. "Good morning. Am I really your daddy?"
"Daddy!" responded the little boy.
"If you say so," replied Ross. "Is it okay with you if Daddy puts you in your playpen to play a little bit? Daddy has to go somewhere, but he'll be right back."
"NO!" cried Brian. "Potty!"
"Oh, boy," said Ross. "You want your diaper changed?"
Brian's only response was, "Potty!" Ross changed Brian's diaper, took him out to the living room, and deposited him in the playpen. It was then that he saw his children.
There were four of them, sitting in a line at the kitchen counter, eating cereal. The oldest, a beautiful girl of about ten with long blonde hair, turned to him. "Morning, Dad!" she said cheerfully.
"Good morning-Emma?" he half-asked, surprised at seeing his daughter--his daughter whom he knew as a one-year-old-so big.
"Yes, Dad, that's me. Emma," she replied, as if it was obvious. The other three children, whom he assumed were Julian, Andrew, and Lucy, a boy of eight, a boy of five, and a little three-year-old girl, also said good morning to him.
After he had greeted them all, he went back into the bedroom to gather his thoughts. 'Wow,' he thought. 'I guess I'm in the future. Hey, I know what I can do! I'll call my cell phone. Not like anyone will pick up, but hey, it's worth a try.'
He dialed his cell phone number and a voice-his voice-answered.
"Ross Geller," said the voice.
"Um-wow," said Ross. "Er-Ross, this is, uh, um, Ross."
"WHAT?" said Future Ross.
(Author's Note: Future Ross will be called F. Ross from here on out.)
"Um, this isn't easy to explain, but-I'm you. Or you're me. Or something. I went to bed last night in 2003, and I woke up this morning in 2012. I really don't know what happened," said Ross in a rushed voice.
"Um, okay," replied F. Ross. "This is very, very weird. Can you meet me outside in five minutes?"
"Sure.where?" asked Ross.
"Just outside your door. Tell Rach you're getting the paper or something," he replied.
"Okay," agreed Ross. "See you in five minutes." Ross hung up.
He walked out into the living room and picked up Brian. "Okay, buddy, breakfast time," he said. He turned to Rachel. "Rach, I'm going to feed Brian now."
"Okay," she replied. "Here's his bottle." Rachel handed him Brian's bottle.
Brian drank the bottle faster than Ross had ever seen any baby drink anything. "Gosh, kid," he told Brian, "you must have been REALLY hungry."
"Here," said Rachel, "let me take him now." Ross handed the baby to Rachel.
"Okay, I'm going to go get the paper. I'll be back soon."
Ross walked out the door and standing before him was-him. It was very unnerving.
"Hi," he said.
"Umm. hi," replied F. Ross.
"So...tell me about the past nine years," said Ross.
~*~ Okay. That's it. Whadaya think? Please let me know by REVIEWING hint hint. Well, gotta go, I'll have the next chapter for you ASAP.
Also, a note to all readers: This fic may remind you a lot of Strawberrykin's fic All I Have To Do Is Dream, but believe me, it's not plagiarism. This fic has been in the works since the spring, but it had come to a bit of a standstill, because I didn't know if you people would like it or not. I had written the first chapter, but never uploaded it. And then I saw how much you guys liked the other one, and it inspired me to go ahead and do this story. I have reviewed Strawberrykin's fic to explain things to her, in the hopes that no argument of any kind will take place. Believe me, it's just pure coincedence that our stories are so similar, and I would actually like to thank Strawberrykin for writing her fic, because it helped me to realize the potential mine had.
Thanks for your understanding. Bye!