TOW Phoebe Lets It Slip

Ok, hi, this is my first fic, so please don't judge me too harshly, but if you have something to say, tell me. Just don't be nasty about it b/c I'll probably run in my closet and cry. And you don't want me to cry. Oh, and I think my idea is kind of original...well sort of, but if it happens to be like your fic, I swear it wasn't intentional. Besides, according to some (by some, I mean my English teacher), the best stories come from other stories. Ok, well I think I butchered that, but you know what I mean.

What You Should Know: Chandler's in Tulsa, and Monica's in NY. Everything happened up until...I dunno, I guess, tow Phoebe's Birthday. It doesn't really matter though. Just know that this will be going on my own timeline and since in TV they can mess up time, so can I. Umm...this part of the fic only deals briefly with other characters besides Monica and Phoebe, and Chandler and Ross never show up in this one. Not much really happens, like action wise, but it's leading up, so be patient.

Disclaimer: The characters in this fic are owned by their creators and NBC; definitely not by me. I'm just merely borrowing them for my story. 

Monica paced up and down her apartment, as she nervously chewed on her fingernails. She stopped abruptly to stare at the telephone, but after a few moments, she began passing once again.

"Ok Monica, stop this!" she reprimanded. She then sat down on the sofa and turned on the television. She flipped through the channels, but after finding nothing to watch, she shut it off.

Frustrated she yelled, "Damn television! Why is there nothing at all to watch?"

"Talking to televisions doesn't work," Phoebe stated as she entered the apartment "Trust me, I've tried it before. They just don't listen."

"Yeah..." she replied, distracted.

"So, what's up?" Phoebe asked casually as she sat down next to Monica on the sofa.

Monica replied quickly, "N...nothing's up! Why would you think something's up?"

"I was just trying to be friendly, but ya know whatever."

"I'm sorry Pheebs, I'm just having a bad day."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No, that's ok."

"Ok whatever, Miss...nervy..."Phoebe remarked as she got up and walked in the kitchen.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and Monica jumped up abruptly to reach it before Phoebe.

"It's MY phone, I'LL answer it!"

"K...whatever." Said Phoebe as she reached for a glass.

"Hello?" Monica said into the phone, her hands shaking from anticipation.

After a brief pause Monica asked, "Oh...so, you're sure it's positive?"

Phoebe perked up at this remark, and watched Monica talking on the phone intently, trying to figure out what Monica was so nervous about.

"O...k thank you," after a pause she added, "No, no, it's a good thing; I'm just shocked."

"Ok, thanks. I'll set up an appointment soon."

She hung up the phone, stunned by the news she had just received. Monica then noticed that Phoebe was in the room, and would most likely be interesting in what the phone call was about.

"Not now." Monica remarked simply and firmly, as she grabbed her purse and jacket and left the apartment.

"I wonder what that was about." She paused and continued, "There's no one but me in here. Hmm...well I AM my biggest fan. So Pheebs, wanna hear about my day?"

"Sure!" She replied to herself.

"Great. Well first I had the most interesting conversation with the cab driver on my way to work today. It turns out he's an illegal alien, but..." she paused momentarily and realized, "It's boring to talk to myself. Maybe there's someone at the coffee house to talk to." She then grabbed her coat and bag and left the apartment. 

     After a few hours, Monica entered the coffee house and ordered a coffee from the counter. She looked around and saw that only Phoebe was there, sitting on their usual couch. Phoebe was reading a magazine and sipping her coffee as Monica approached her.

"Hey," Monica said as she sat down on the couch next to her.

"Hi, so what's up? If I'm allowed to ask..."

Monica stared at her, puzzled, and then remembered her earlier conversation with Phoebe. She smiled uneasily, "Yeah...I'm really sorry about that."

"It's ok."

Phoebe stared at Monica for a moment, then ventured back onto the topic. "What were you so edgy about?"

"It's nothing. Well it IS something, but I really can't tell you."

"Why not? Is it bad? Is Chandler dying? I always knew Chandler would be the first out of the six of us to die, but I didn't think it would be this soon!"

Monica interrupted her before she could go on. "No, nothing bad! It's good, very good. I just can't tell you right now."

"Are you planning my birthday party?"

"Uhh...no. Besides, your birthday was last month."

"Well, that doesn't mean you shouldn't start planning my next one!"

"Ok, yeah, you're right." Monica looked at her competitively, "So, are you planning mine?"

"Umm...yeah sure..." Phoebe lied.

"Right." Monica replied, not believing her.

     Phoebe picked up her magazine again, and began flipping through the pages. She then turned to Monica and asked, "Will you ever tell me?"

"I will...it's just something Chandler and I need to discuss first, that's all."

"Ok so what if I guess what it is? Then you haven't told me, but I guessed. And you can't lie to me and tell me I guessed wrong, when I was really right."

Monica contemplated the suggestion for a moment and then replied, "Okay!"

"Ok...yay!" Phoebe enthused.

"I've been waiting so long to talk about it!"

"Ok so it's something good, but not Chandler dying..."

Monica gives Phoebe a long as Phoebe continues, "Ok, so something good...something good."

"Oh come on!"

"Ok, ok test results are positive..." Phoebe pondered for a moment and then said sadly "Are YOU dying?"

"No! Why would that be a positive thing for me?"

Phoebe thought about this for a moment and answered, "Because you hate your life?"

"I don't hate my life!"

"Ok, just testing," she continued, "Yeah, well I wouldn't hate my life either if I were married to Chandler."

Again Monica gave her a look and said, "o...k...get back on topic here!"

"Right, right, ok...you quit your job?"

"No, I just got a new job, remember?"

"Oh...right."

"Do you ever listen to anyone?"

"Of course I do," she paused momentarily, "Ok, no, no I do not."

Monica rolled her eyes, and urged her to continue guessing.

Phoebe gasped, "Are you cheating on Chandler?"

"Oh my God!" Monica screamed, "It doesn't have to do with anything bad remember?!"

"Right..."

"Ok, you know what?" Monica asked agitated.

"What?"

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna...be sick!" Monica then dashed to the bathroom as quickly as she could.

Phoebe sat there for a moment, and then a look of realization came over her face, "ooooh...she's pregnant!" Phoebe whispered to herself, "I would've never guessed that in a million years!"

     Just then, Rachel and Joey entered the coffee house, Rachel holding Emma in her arms. "Aww, come on, let her spend the day with me. Please!" He begged as he gave her a sad puppy dog look.

Rachel sighed, "Ok fine, but only three hours. And you'd better be careful with my baby! Remember, she can't be fixed with glue, unlike that chair of Monica's you broke last year."

"I can't believe she hasn't realized anything yet." Joey smiled as he sat down next to Phoebe, "You would think Monica would realize, since it's ya know, Monica's chair."

Rachel and Phoebe nodded in agreement, and then Phoebe said, "Well, I think she has other things on her mind."

"Yeah? Like what?" Rachel asked, her need for gossip increasing.

"Nothing."

"Come on Pheebs, tell us!" Joey demanded.

"I'll tell you later. Monica's coming."

"Hey guys! I'm gonna take off now, see ya later."

"Mon, can I talk to you for a minute before you go?"

"Yeah, sure." Monica motioned for them to sit at the table in the window.

"Are you pregnant?"

"Yes, finally, someone knows! It feels so good to know that someone else knows."

"And Chandler doesn't know?"

"No."

"Well, good luck with that." Phoebe said, as she walked towards the sofa again.

Monica stood there, then shook her head, knowing Phoebe would not be discussing this with her yet.

"So...what's up with her?" Rachel asked, excitedly.

"Ok, well she doesn't want people knowing yet because Chandler doesn't know, but, I guessed. So if you guys guess, then I don't see why I can't tell you."

"Is Chandler dying?!" Joey asked, with his eyes wide with fear.

"No, but I asked that, too. We know he's going to pass soon though. I mean it's so obvious..."

"Phoebe!"

"Right, ok so it's something good,"

"Something good...something good..." Rachel repeated, concentrating on the task at hand.

"Ok, I'm getting bored of the guessing game, so I'm just gonna say it. She's pregnant!"

Both Joey and Rachel gasped, and then Rachel jumped up excitedly. "Oh this is so great! Our kids are going to be close in age! I'm so happy!"

"Yeah, me too! Maybe they'll name their kid Joey, unlike some people."

"Joey, It's Monica. Don't you know that she's known what to name her kids since she was like five?"

Joey pouted, "You're right."

"Ok, so guys," Phoebe began, "You cannot tell Monica you know!"

Joey and Rachel nodded, but were soon startled to hear someone clear their throat.

"Uh oh," whispered Joey to Rachel. They both looked down at their coffees suddenly.

"Uhh..." Phoebe began nervously, "Hey Mon, what's up?"

Please read and review! Remember, not too mean. It should get more interesting, I hope. Thanks for taking the time to read my fanfic. To be continued soon!