A/N: Well, here's part seven. Wow, I think this is my longest fanfic yet. Next chapter should be up ASAP.



"The hospital?" Ross questioned, still in shock at seeing Rachel.

"Yah, Sam needed some shots, and Monica wouldn't leave her there alone." Rachel told Ross without realizing he didn't know who Sam was.

"Sam?" Ross questioned. "Who's Sam?"

"Oh," Rachel said, realizing her mistake. "She's Monica's. her.it's a long story and not really mine to tell."

Ross nodded, not pushing the topic further. "So," he said, suddenly feeling awkward. "Do you want to come up and talk."

"Sure," Rachel agreed easily. They started up the stairs of his building. "So, how's Emma?"

It was then that Ross realized. "Oh, right, well, Rachel, before we go in, there's something I have to tell you."

"Is Emma okay?" Rachel asked, fearing for her daughter, who she hadn't seen in five and a half years.

"Emma's fine," Ross assured her, "however, you have to remember that she was very young when you disappeared, and you were gone for a very long time."

Rachel nodded.

"So," Ross continued. "Emma doesn't know you as her mother. She only remembers Kelly as being her mother."

"Kelly?"

"My wife." Ross stated simply, trying to read Rachel reaction. To his surprise she didn't seem all that upset.

Rachel noticed the concerned look on his face. "Don't worry Ross. I expected this. I mean, come on, you're Ross. There's no way you coulda gone more than five years without getting married." She said jokingly, smiling at him.

Ross smiled and nodded and they walked the rest of the way to his apartment in silence.

When they reached the door Ross pulled it open. And walked inside, Rachel following behind him.

Rachel immediately noticed a pretty woman, with dark curly hair sitting on the couch. There was a young girl, about six years old with dark blond hair, and green eyes. It took her a couple seconds before she realized who the girl was. Tears sprang to her eyes before she could stop them.

"Hi daddy," Emma said. "Who's that?"

Ross hesitated slightly. "This is your aunt Rachel," he told her.

Emma got up and walked towards them. "The one that was here when I was a baby?"

"That's the one," Ross told her.

"Hi Aunt Rachel," Emma told her holding her arms out.

Rachel leaned down and gave Emma a big hug, feeling the tears come stringer until she couldn't fight them anymore. "I missed you, Em."

Ross noticed the concerned look on Kelly's face, as she knew who Rachel was. He motioned for her to hold on for a second. "Okay, Emma, I think it's time for your nap."

"But, dad." Emma started, just as she did everyday.

"No buts, sweetie."

"Okay," Emma said before exiting the living room into her room. Rachel stood there staring after her before making a dash towards the bathroom.

"What's going on?" Kelly immediately asked. "I thought she was dead."

"So did I," Ross said. "We all did."

"Then why is she here?"

"I don't know yet. I ran into her on the way back form Chandler's. She hasn't told me anything yet."

Rachel chose this time to exit the bathroom, her eyes slightly puffy. She stood in front of Ross and Kelly for a few seconds. "I'm Rachel," she finally said, extending her hand out to the woman, who was looking at her in an uncomfortable way.

"Kelly," the woman offered, giving Rachel a small smiled.

"I guess you want to know why I am here." Rachel said, more to Ross than Kelly. She proceeded to explain the situation, telling him they had been captured and held prisoner. She left out many things however, like the severity of the beatings, the terrible conditions of the cells, and Samantha. She knew it wasn't up to her to tell anyone about Samantha. And, she had to find out some things before anyone was told about her.

"Wow," Ross said, the fact that she and Monica were alive finally starting to sink in. "I can't believe you guys are still alive." He felt tears come to his eyes, and did nothing to stop them. "The gang's going to be so excited."

"About the gang," Rachel started, trying to get Ross to answer her question without having to ask it. She knew she needed to find out. Monica needed her to find out. "Are there any new members, except Kelly, obviously."

"Actually," Ross began, and Rachel felt her heart sink slightly. "there are. Phoebe and Mike got married, and had twin girls, Holly and Anna, who are now two."

"That's so great for Phoebe, and all this time we thought she was dead."

"We, right," Ross said. "When do we get to see Monica?"

"Well, it's kinda complicated," Rachel said. "Um, I don't really know how to ask this, but is he, you know, seeing anyone?"

Ross shook his head. "Are you kidding? It's takes all of us to convince him to go on one date, and it never works out. He always has some excuse. It's been five and a half years and he still misses her."

Rachel nodded, relieved. "Does he still live across the street?"

Ross nodded. "Can I see her?"

"Of course, I have to go back to the hospital anyway."

Ross turned to Kelly. "Do you mind if I go?"

Kelly shook her head. "I don't mind," she said, her voice sounding unsure.

Ross noticed this and pulled her into a hug. He whispered I love you and kissed her on the cheek.

Monica sat beside Samantha, who was sitting on a hospital bed staring with amazement at the small television across the room. After they had been found by that police officer at the compound they had been flown back to the United States. Before realizing them, Samantha had to have some inoculations and other shots done to protect her against any diseases she would have been protected from had she been born free.

Monica was nervous. She sat there chewing her lip, keeping an eye on the clock, hoping Rachel would return soon. They had not known how long they had been held captive for until they were rescued. Since Samantha was somewhat malnourished, they had thought she was younger. She now knew they had been gone for more than five years, and they had been assumed dead.

Five and a half years was a long time. Enough time for someone to fall in love, get married and start a family. She just hoped that someone was not Chandler. Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.

Monica glanced up to see Rachel enter the room, and quietly close the door behind her.

"Auntie Rachel," Samantha exclaimed. "Where did you go?"

"To see some old friends, Sam."

"And?" Monica prompted, feeling her pulse begin to race. It was now or never, she had to know.

"And what?" Rachel said, playing with her.

"Rachel, please, I'm dying here."

Rachel stood there, still for a good couple seconds before breaking out in a smile. "Apparently he never really got over you. He's not seeing anyone, nor has he, other than a few dates he was forced on." Rachel's tone changed. "He really misses you, Mon, even after all this time."

Monica felt her eyes well up. "Does he know I'm here?"

"No, I didn't talk to him, but I did talk to someone who wants to see you." Rachel turned around and opened the door, revealing Ross.

Ross didn't hesitate before striding forward and pulling his sister into a hug. She, like Rachel, had lost a lot of weight and was covered in small scars and bruises, but was Monica nonetheless.

Monica threw her arms around his neck and hugged him closely. "I missed you, Ross."

"I missed you too, sis." It was then that Ross noticed the young girl on the hospital bed. She was the spitting image of little Alyssa Bing, who he had dropped off at her fathers only an hour ago.

"How did.what. I don't.understand." Ross stammered.

Monica took a step back and walked over to the side of the bed, motioning for Ross to follow.

"Ross, this is my daughter Samantha. Sam, this is your uncle Ross."

"Hi," Samantha said timidly. She had never met a male who was nice and was very apprehensive of this one.

Ross couldn't respond. He was speechless.

"It's okay, Ross. I know it's a surprise. I was pregnant on the trip, I just didn't know it. Eight months later, Sam was born."

"What about Alyssa?" Ross finally managed to get out.

"Alyssa?" Monica asked confused.

"Chandler's daughter."

"Chandler has a daughter?" Monica asked, feeling her insides go soft as she felt her heart beat fast. "I thought he wasn't with anyone."

"He's not," Ross assured her.

"But he has a daughter."

"With you."

Monica was now very confused. "I don't understand."

"About eight months after you disappeared, a baby showed up on Chandler's doorstep. They did a paternity test and it came back positive."

"The other twin," Rachel said quietly. Albert told us she was dead."

"He must have been protecting her, protecting us." Monica said.

"Who's Albert?" Ross asked. They quickly told him about Albert. How he had helped them and had told them the second twin had died.

They all stood there in silence before Rachel finally spoke. "How long does Sam have to stay here?"

"At least a couple more hours," Monica answered.

"Why don't I stay here for a while? You go with Ross and see Chandler."

"You sure?"

Rachel nodded.

Monica said goodbye to Samantha and she and Ross left the hospital.

On the way home, Ross noticed Monica acting very timid of all the people, especially the men, but he didn't say anything. Upon reaching the building, Monica stopped.

"What am I going to say to him?" Monica asked quietly.

"I don't know," Ross answered, offering her a smile. They started up the stairs. Monica paused again by the door.

"What's he going to say?" she asked. "What's he going to thinks after I've been gone for so long? What if he hates me? What if he doesn't care? What if."

"Monica stop." Ross demanded. He pulled her into a hug. "He won't be upset. He's gonna be so happy that you're alive. He loves you, Mon, he never stopped. Stop worrying about it."

Monica nodded.

"Okay, wait here."

Ross entered the apartment to find father and daughter seated at the table, just finishing lunch.

"Hey Ross," Chandler said. "You want anything to eat?"

Ross shook his head, trying to keep from smiling. He was unsuccessful.

"What's going on?" Chandler asked.

"You know what I said earlier about moving on?" Chandler nodded. "Well, forget everything I said, kay?"

"Okay," Chandler said, slowly, not sure of what Ross was talking about. "Are you feeling okay Ross?"

"I'm fine." He turned his attention to Alyssa. "He Ali, you want to come over for a couple hours."

"But I just got back form your house Uncle Ross," the young girl said happily.

"I know, but we really miss you already," Ross told her, smiling.

"Okay," Alyssa, looking towards her father for his permission.

Chandler nodded. Alyssa ran to her room to get a jacket and Chandler turned towards Ross.

"What's going on?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Ross answered. He picked up Alyssa and exited the apartment. Once outside the door, he motioned for Monica to enter and he walked down the stairs, the situation now out of his hands.

Monica hesitated by the open door, not sure of what she was going to say.

Chandler shook his head at his brother in laws antics and rolled his eyes when he realized Ross had forgotten to close the door. He sighed and traveled towards the door. He came around the side of it and reached a hand out to swing it shut, only to stop dead when he saw who was standing right in front of him.

Chandler stared in shock at the figure, who was standing only a feet in front of him. The one person he never thought he would see, ever again.

Monica was also in shock. The two stood that way for a good minute.

Finally, Chandler opened his mouth, about to say something, only to be cut off by the phone ringing.

A/N: So? How does it sound so far? Hopefully good. Please let me know if everything is making sense. Also, if you choose to review, let me know how my writing is. Be brutally honest, don't worry about hurting my feelings.