Live Life Like There's No Tomorrow
Rachel couldn't stop smiling. She was caught up in a wonderful dream. A long, beautiful, wonderful dream. Everything was so great again. She did miss Emma, the four-year-old Emma, but it was a small price to pay for getting the love of her life back. She would see the older Emma again in four years, right? It was all so confusing. She was totally dressed and ready to go. Ross had gone downstairs to catch a cab. Ross was back, for good this time.
She used to think that Ross dying was inevitable. Well, dying is always inevitable, but what she meant was so many things had stopped her and Ross from being together in the past, she honestly couldn't find herself surprised when he died. She was hurt and shocked, but not surprised. She heard the front door open, Ross peeked his head in.
"Hey, the cabs downstairs. Are you ready?" He asked. Rachel stared at him longingly. "Look, if you don't feel well, we can stay home." He said again. She smiled at his concern.
"I'm fine. Let's get this over with. Monica's bringing Emma, right?"
"Yup." With that, Rachel and Ross exited the apartment.
Rachel found herself clung to Ross' side all night. She did her best to make sure he was never out of her sight, much to Ross' annoyance. She followed him wherever he went, smiling broadly. People congratulated them on Emma and their engagement. Then towards the end of the night, Rachel, Emma and Ross had their first family portrait taken together as a family. And Rachel was happy for the first time, to her, in three years.
Ross, Rachel, Emma, Chandler and Monica sat at the table. Monica noticed Rachel looking at her strangely. Monica glanced at her too.
"Rachel? What's up with you?"
"Where's Bailey?"
"Who's Bailey?" Ross asked, speaking to Rachel with a concerned face.
Rachel watched Monica stand. She noticed the small bulge in Monica's stomach.
"You're pregnant!" She gasped. Rachel had forgotten that Monica had become pregnant when Emma was just under a year old. Monica stared at her like she wanted to hit her upside the head.
"Yea, I kind of figured that out."
"Well, what are you going to name it?" Ross asked. Monica looked at Chandler.
"If it's a boy, we chose Brandon, and if it's a girl, we chose April." Chandler and Monica cuddled in closer together, both excited that their baby was only five months away from them. It was due August 17th. Soon, it was time to call it a night. Actually, when Jack Geller jumped upon the table singing Jingle Bells (a song you sing in December, not March), they knew it was time to go.
Rachel and Ross walked straight into the apartment, holing little Emma in their hands. She was at the age when she was trying her hardest to walk. Ross held both of her hands as she clung on for dear life, gripping his fingers trying to walk. Once she had taken about two steps, she let out a squeal promoting her victory. Rachel picked her daughter up and carried her into her room, followed by Ross.
Once Emma had her pink pajamas on, Rachel and Ross laid down beside her. Rachel sang a lullaby, and then Ross read her a story. She fell asleep quickly because she was being so tired from her long day. Ross and Rachel took turns kissing their daughter's forehead, and leaving the room.
Rachel sat on the couch be her fiancée. He was into the TV, which was showing a documentary on Darwin's Theory, but Rachel couldn't take her eyes off of him. She kept letting her mind wonder. Was it fair that she had gone back in time? Well, EVERYONE would have to relive anything that had happened to him or her within the past three years. She was so grateful that she got him back, but she couldn't help wondering what the catch was. When was he going to be taken away again? How long could he stay? There had to be some kind of plot. Something.
Rachel snapped her head back to the T.V. A special News Bulletin came on. She averted her eyes to the man on the screen.
"Good Evening, this is a Fox News interruption. Tonight we have a follow up on last nights chilling story of a 7-11 massacre." Rachel's eyes widened as she stared at the screen. "A man held up the local 7-11 last night at 11:15, and ended the night with a bloody shootout. Two were found dead, Joey Tribianni and Phoebe Buffay. Both were 33 years of age, and were said to have been a couple at the time. The man, who was named 'Jason Riley', took his own life and was found in his New York apartment. For more on this case, stay tuned for the 10:00 news, tonight. And now, back to your previous TV show...."
"Rachel, did they just say Joey Tribianni and Phoebe Buffay? OUR Joey and Phoebe?" Ross asked slowly. Rachel nodded slowly. "Last night?" Rachel nodded again.
"Ross, what time did you go to 7-11 last night?"
"10:45, 11:00 tops. That is so strange. If I would have stayed, I might not be here right now. Could you imagine that?" He asked, still in shock over finding his two friends were found dead.
"I think I can." Rachel said almost in a whisper. Sure, she had gotten Ross back, but Joey and Phoebe were dead. She put her head in her hands.
"We have to tell Monica and Chandler."
"Wait, Ross, I need you to tell me everything you remember last night, at 7- 11." Rachel said placing her hands on his shoulders. Ross looked off into space, trying to remember.
"I remember going in, and.... I got a bottle of wine."
"And?"
"And then I got Emma some Tylenol. I went to the cashier, and she rang everything up, I turned to walk out, and a man walked in with a gun." He paused, as if he had never realized it before. He went on. "He aimed it towards me and the cashier, so we got onto the ground. Then it all went white, and before I knew it, I woke up....here." He stood up quickly. "I don't understand. Joey and Phoebe weren't even there!" Rachel could feel him getting frustrated, and confused. She stood up facing him.
"Ross, I need to tell you something, but you're going to think I'm crazy." Rachel said string deeply into his eyes. She opened her mouth, but before anything could come out, she was interrupted by the sheer ringing of the telephone. Ross put a finger up, signaling 'one moment.' Rachel sat back down onto the couch. She could hear Monica crying on the other end. She listened to Ross try his hardest to calm her down, and after a few moments, he hung up. Rachel stood up again, focusing towards him.
"What were you going to say?" He asked.
"Ross, you're.... Right. No more wine at early hours for you. You must be remembering a dream you had."
"No, I know this happened. I don't know how I got home..."
"Well you got home safely and that's all that matters, okay?" Rachel said raising her voice a bit. "I'm scared Ross, okay? I don't know what's going on. Can we please just go to bed, we have two funerals to arrange."
And so they did.
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Rachel couldn't stop smiling. She was caught up in a wonderful dream. A long, beautiful, wonderful dream. Everything was so great again. She did miss Emma, the four-year-old Emma, but it was a small price to pay for getting the love of her life back. She would see the older Emma again in four years, right? It was all so confusing. She was totally dressed and ready to go. Ross had gone downstairs to catch a cab. Ross was back, for good this time.
She used to think that Ross dying was inevitable. Well, dying is always inevitable, but what she meant was so many things had stopped her and Ross from being together in the past, she honestly couldn't find herself surprised when he died. She was hurt and shocked, but not surprised. She heard the front door open, Ross peeked his head in.
"Hey, the cabs downstairs. Are you ready?" He asked. Rachel stared at him longingly. "Look, if you don't feel well, we can stay home." He said again. She smiled at his concern.
"I'm fine. Let's get this over with. Monica's bringing Emma, right?"
"Yup." With that, Rachel and Ross exited the apartment.
Rachel found herself clung to Ross' side all night. She did her best to make sure he was never out of her sight, much to Ross' annoyance. She followed him wherever he went, smiling broadly. People congratulated them on Emma and their engagement. Then towards the end of the night, Rachel, Emma and Ross had their first family portrait taken together as a family. And Rachel was happy for the first time, to her, in three years.
Ross, Rachel, Emma, Chandler and Monica sat at the table. Monica noticed Rachel looking at her strangely. Monica glanced at her too.
"Rachel? What's up with you?"
"Where's Bailey?"
"Who's Bailey?" Ross asked, speaking to Rachel with a concerned face.
Rachel watched Monica stand. She noticed the small bulge in Monica's stomach.
"You're pregnant!" She gasped. Rachel had forgotten that Monica had become pregnant when Emma was just under a year old. Monica stared at her like she wanted to hit her upside the head.
"Yea, I kind of figured that out."
"Well, what are you going to name it?" Ross asked. Monica looked at Chandler.
"If it's a boy, we chose Brandon, and if it's a girl, we chose April." Chandler and Monica cuddled in closer together, both excited that their baby was only five months away from them. It was due August 17th. Soon, it was time to call it a night. Actually, when Jack Geller jumped upon the table singing Jingle Bells (a song you sing in December, not March), they knew it was time to go.
Rachel and Ross walked straight into the apartment, holing little Emma in their hands. She was at the age when she was trying her hardest to walk. Ross held both of her hands as she clung on for dear life, gripping his fingers trying to walk. Once she had taken about two steps, she let out a squeal promoting her victory. Rachel picked her daughter up and carried her into her room, followed by Ross.
Once Emma had her pink pajamas on, Rachel and Ross laid down beside her. Rachel sang a lullaby, and then Ross read her a story. She fell asleep quickly because she was being so tired from her long day. Ross and Rachel took turns kissing their daughter's forehead, and leaving the room.
Rachel sat on the couch be her fiancée. He was into the TV, which was showing a documentary on Darwin's Theory, but Rachel couldn't take her eyes off of him. She kept letting her mind wonder. Was it fair that she had gone back in time? Well, EVERYONE would have to relive anything that had happened to him or her within the past three years. She was so grateful that she got him back, but she couldn't help wondering what the catch was. When was he going to be taken away again? How long could he stay? There had to be some kind of plot. Something.
Rachel snapped her head back to the T.V. A special News Bulletin came on. She averted her eyes to the man on the screen.
"Good Evening, this is a Fox News interruption. Tonight we have a follow up on last nights chilling story of a 7-11 massacre." Rachel's eyes widened as she stared at the screen. "A man held up the local 7-11 last night at 11:15, and ended the night with a bloody shootout. Two were found dead, Joey Tribianni and Phoebe Buffay. Both were 33 years of age, and were said to have been a couple at the time. The man, who was named 'Jason Riley', took his own life and was found in his New York apartment. For more on this case, stay tuned for the 10:00 news, tonight. And now, back to your previous TV show...."
"Rachel, did they just say Joey Tribianni and Phoebe Buffay? OUR Joey and Phoebe?" Ross asked slowly. Rachel nodded slowly. "Last night?" Rachel nodded again.
"Ross, what time did you go to 7-11 last night?"
"10:45, 11:00 tops. That is so strange. If I would have stayed, I might not be here right now. Could you imagine that?" He asked, still in shock over finding his two friends were found dead.
"I think I can." Rachel said almost in a whisper. Sure, she had gotten Ross back, but Joey and Phoebe were dead. She put her head in her hands.
"We have to tell Monica and Chandler."
"Wait, Ross, I need you to tell me everything you remember last night, at 7- 11." Rachel said placing her hands on his shoulders. Ross looked off into space, trying to remember.
"I remember going in, and.... I got a bottle of wine."
"And?"
"And then I got Emma some Tylenol. I went to the cashier, and she rang everything up, I turned to walk out, and a man walked in with a gun." He paused, as if he had never realized it before. He went on. "He aimed it towards me and the cashier, so we got onto the ground. Then it all went white, and before I knew it, I woke up....here." He stood up quickly. "I don't understand. Joey and Phoebe weren't even there!" Rachel could feel him getting frustrated, and confused. She stood up facing him.
"Ross, I need to tell you something, but you're going to think I'm crazy." Rachel said string deeply into his eyes. She opened her mouth, but before anything could come out, she was interrupted by the sheer ringing of the telephone. Ross put a finger up, signaling 'one moment.' Rachel sat back down onto the couch. She could hear Monica crying on the other end. She listened to Ross try his hardest to calm her down, and after a few moments, he hung up. Rachel stood up again, focusing towards him.
"What were you going to say?" He asked.
"Ross, you're.... Right. No more wine at early hours for you. You must be remembering a dream you had."
"No, I know this happened. I don't know how I got home..."
"Well you got home safely and that's all that matters, okay?" Rachel said raising her voice a bit. "I'm scared Ross, okay? I don't know what's going on. Can we please just go to bed, we have two funerals to arrange."
And so they did.
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