This story is based upon a movie I saw a few weeks ago, and many of you have probably seen it to. This story is by no means a copy of that movie with Friends characters. This tale is an original. Only instances and themes from that movie have been used in this fanfic. Friends fanfiction has been in dire need of some thrillers, so I thought I would try to contribute. Once again, this story is not a copy, it is just inspired by that great film that I saw a few weeks ago. If you haven't figured out the movie, great. If you have, go see it (again). It's worth the money. Anyway, enjoy the fic.

His eyes flew open without any reason, waking him from his peaceful sleep. It was becoming an annoying trend.

He sat up in bed, and glanced around the room, not surprised to find it empty. She was always awake before he was. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was 11:30 AM. He normally never slept so late, but it was spring break for all the schools in the area, which meant Phoebe, his wife, who was a high school Art teacher, and him, a world history teacher, had the week off also.

He slipped a pair of his blue pajama pants on over his boxers, and slipped a white T-shirt on over the undershirt he had worn to bed. When he emerged from his bedroom, he found the whole gang spread throughout the house. Phoebe was at the fridge, rummaging through it for something. Monica, his sister, was at the stove, cooking up more breakfast. She was a chef professionally, but she also made a lot of food at home, since her husband, Joey, hardly ever got full. It was a good thing his role on NYPD Blue was a very physical one, or he never would have worked off all the pounds. The two of them lived in the apartment directly above theirs.

And cuddled up together on the couch were Rachel and Chandler. They were recently engaged, and hardly ever left each other's side. They were both writers, and both worked out of their home across the hall from Ross and Phoebe. Rachel wrote erotic novels, a hobby she had picked up from Chandler's famous mom, that eventually turned into a successful career. Chandler wrote screenplays that were sold off to filmmakers upon completion. He had several independent and B movie hits, but only one blockbuster under his belt. It was a comedy called The Whole Nine Yards, and the main character was based upon himself.

The chorus of 'good morning's' rung out from the group as Ross walked towards the kitchen and the smell of food. "Good morning." He stepped behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest as he nuzzled the side of her neck. "And good morning to you," he mumbled against her skin, a grin spread across his lips.

"Well good morning," she replied, a slight giggle escaping her lips. "Too bad you weren't feeling this way last night."

"Glad to hear your spending your vacation the right way Ross." Joey smiled as he brought another fork full of eggs towards his lips.

Ross sighed and poured himself a cup of coffee. "So what was up with you last night?"

Phoebe grabbed the milk from the fridge and sat it on the counter, "What are you talking about?"

"You know, last night, when you woke me up. You started talking crazy about someone coming and things being silent."

Phoebe looked at him with furrowed brows, clueless at to what he was talking about. "Um, Ross, are you sure you weren't dreaming?"

"So you didn't even dream about having sex with your wife last night? What's the matter with you?" Joey shook his head and sighed as he turned his attention back to his food.

Ross shrugged and put the coffee pot back on its stand, "I don't know, maybe I was."

Ross took his cup of coffee and walked into the living room, taking a seat in the chair that sat close to the couch and coffee table. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, but found it hard to focus on the screen because of what was happening on his couch. Rachel and Chandler were lying there, cuddled up in each other, making out. As always. Ross rubbed his hand against his forehead and cleared his throat, "Do you guys have to do that here."

Chandler pulled his lips from Rachel's to look up at Ross, which only inspired her to kiss and nibble around his ear and neck. Chandler fought back a moan as he raised an eyebrow at Ross, "Would you like us to use your bedroom?"

"I'd like you to use your own bedroom. You live right across the hall, it's not that far."

Rachel's hand disappeared from Ross' view and he decided not to think about where it may have gone. Chandler sighed, "Sorry Ross, I think it would be embarrassing for me to stand up right now."

Rachel giggled as she kissed his cheek, and pushed her forehead against his, "Trust me honey, there's absolutely nothing embarrassing about what you keep down there." She pointed downwards with her finger and kissed him again.

Ross looked to his friend in the living room for help in his argument, but none seemed like they would say anything. Monica sat another plate of food onto the table and looked to her brother, "Oh come on Ross, don't you remember what it was like to just get engaged?"

Joey laughed, "He should, he's been engaged like a million times."

"Three," Ross corrected him, "I've only been married three times." He smiled at Phoebe, "And the third time's the charm." Ross was first married when he was fairly young, only 22. He met his first wife, Carol, in college. They were only married for a year and a half when Carol broke some life changing news to him…she was a lesbian. His second marriage was to a girl Rachel had set him up with named Emily. They had only been married 11 months when Emily confessed she had been cheating on him with a professional rugby player from her native Britain. And then, the most amazing thing happened, and he fell in love with one of his best friends. His life had been great ever since.

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The group had decided to spend the day at Central Park, walking, bird watching, and just hanging out. That's all they really did lately. They used to party a lot, but since they had all passed thirty, they had all calmed down. They found more joy and fun in just being with one another than they did when they were getting drunk. And since none of them were single, the drive to meet new people was no longer present.

They all were lying down on a blanket, enjoying the weather, and watching some junior high kids play football about a hundred yards away from them. Rachel, who was sitting in between Chandler legs, resting her back against his chest, and her head against his shoulder, broke the silence that had fallen over them. "What do you guys think of an outdoor wedding?" Even though only two were getting married, the responsibility of planning the wedding seemed to fall onto all of them.

"I think it would be nice, and different," Monica chimed in, the rest of the group quick to follow with their approvals.

"What do you think Hun?" Rachel glanced up at Chandler, who's attention seemed to be elsewhere.

"I want what you want. This day is going to be perfect for you. Name it, and you got it." Chandler smiled and ran a few fingers through her hair. He used to be so afraid of commitment, which is why he took so long to pop the question. In reality, Chandler and Rachel had been together longer than Phoebe and Ross, but because of Chandler's fear of marriage, and Ross' love of marriage, they were the last to get engaged.

The two of them first got together on a one-night stand. It was new year's eve, and everyone was having fun but them. Monica and Joey had just gotten together, and couldn't keep their hands off each other. Ross was with Emily, his wife at the time, and they too were having fun in their drunken states. Phoebe was with her date, Parker, who was keeping her giddy with his constant enthusiasm, while Rachel and Chandler sat on the couch alone. Chandler had been stood up by his date, Janice, and Rachel had just gone through a tough break up with her boyfriend Mark. As the party cleared out, and the two of them, who were only roommates at the time, went home, they found themselves strangely attached to one another. After a few more drinks, they ended up in the bedroom.

The one-night stand quickly turned into more than that, as they found themselves in each other's beds quite often. It went on for months, just sleeping together, because both were too afraid to admit that they wanted more. But one night, when Monica and Joey had caught them going at it on the kitchen counter, everything came out, and both confessed that they were indeed in love. They had been together, and happy, ever since.

"Ooh! Check out that bird!" Phoebe pointed in the air towards a brightly colored redbird. It was soaring high in the air, but its red color made it stand out against the clear blue sky of New York City. The gang followed the bird with their eyes, consumed in the sight of the beautiful animal soaring so easily above them.

Then suddenly, everything went wrong.

The bird was flying high, when it seemed to crash into something in midair, and fall straight down out of the sky. The bird landed only twenty feet from them. "Woah!" Joey screamed, and led the group as they ran towards the bird.

"Oh my god!" Phoebe's hand went to cover her mouth as she turned and buried her face in Ross' chest. The bird's neck was completely broken, as its head had been pushed straight back into its body, as if it had flown dead on into a wall.

"What the hell did it hit?" Chandler's eyes, along with everyone else's, scanned the sky above them, but found nothing but clear blue.

Ross glanced back down on the bird, and shook his head. "What in the world just happened?"

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The picnic ended right after the bird incident, all of them were too freaked out to stay there. All six headed back to Ross and Phoebe's, where they all stayed unusually quiet. Things like that didn't happen to them, everything in their lives was normal, so when anything slightly odd happened, it shook all of them up.

They all found seats in the living room, and Ross turned on the TV. After flipping through a few channels, he stopped on one of the local channels, where a breaking news logo had flashed on the screen.

Good afternoon everyone I'm Hillary Fischer and we have some breaking news for you coming from the New York City area. A few moments ago, one of our camera crews caught exclusive footage of a skydiving accident that just occurred over the skies of Central Park. We must warn you, the footage you are about to see is both graphic, and as of now, unexplained…

The group stared at the TV as they saw a man gliding down towards the Earth, his parachute just starting to open, when he seemed to crash into something. The man laid there motionless, looking as if he was floating on his back in mid air. Everyone's jaw dropped, and everyone's eyes widened. Ross looked closer at the screen, "What the hell is he laying on?"

Suddenly, the motionless skydiver looked as if he was on slide, slowly moving downwards, until nothing was under him anymore, and he fell to the ground.

"Oh my god!" Chandler jumped up from his seat and ran to the TV, he pointed on the screen to the area behind the dead skydiver. "Look at those kids back there! They're playing football! That's exactly where we were!"

Ross stood from his chair, too nervous to sit down any longer. The TV station replayed the video of the skydiver, and the group sat transfixed in front of the screen. Ross walked towards the window that took him out to his balcony, and climbed through it. He leaned against the railing, and stared out towards Central Park.

After a few moments, Joey joined him on the balcony. Ross glanced back at him, before returning his eyes to the sky over Central Park.

"What the hell is hidden in that sky?"

That's the end of chapter 1! I hope everyone enjoyed it and I hope it leaves you all craving for more. Because I have such a history of taking forever to continue a story, I went ahead and wrote the whole story at once, and will be releasing one chapter every one or two days, that way no one has to wait weeks for an additional piece of the story. I beg everyone who read this, to leave a review, good or bad, and tell me what you thought.

If you have any private comments, suggestions, ideas, or just want to talk about Friends, feel free to IM me or Email me at Exiled Sarcasm@aol.com