Tow Chandlers Ancestors
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and am in no way affiliated with NBC or Warner Bros. If only eh? ( This is my first fan fiction so please read and review (
Joey paced backwards and forwards of the stage floor.this was it, he had made the big time. Well I suppose you could call Days of our lives Big he said, he thought for a minute then shook his head. No this was the real thing. He had done plenty of plays before, but never one as astounding as this, he was the lead, and it was in London of all places! He could hardly believe it. As he continued to walk the floor and ponder the questions of how and why a loud scream of someone shouting his name jolted him back to reality. As he turned to face the audience stalls he saw his 5 friends walking down the theatre's aisle towards him. "Guys you made it" he shouted, running towards the orchestra pit, arms stretched out in a welcoming manner. "Like we would miss this," replied Rachel smiling. "So how's it going big guy? Fame gone to your head yet? Got diva like tendencies? Should we start calling you J-Trib? " Asked Chandler.
"I can't believe how nervous I am, I've never been like this before.I actually feel physically sick. I don't think I can do this! Chandler replied instantly "off course you can buddy, we're all here to support you, we're right behind you! When you're up there and you think like that just remember we will be in the audience rooting for you! Joey looked genuinely touched by Chandler's statement "Awww, thanks man, I really appreciate that" Phoebe suddenly appeared from behind Ross, who was towering over her. "You know this reminds me of the time when my Mom had just killed herself, and I was out in the streets. Myself and the guy I shared a box with, started the homeless peoples puppet theatre. It was my first shot at fame, you know, and our one hope of raising some money to upgrade to a bigger box. "Was that how you met Pete the puppet man?" Monica pondered "Um, No. Don't you ever listen to my stories?" The gang stared at each other awkwardly. "So anyway." Phoebe started to continue
A large man holding a clipboard approached Joey from behind.
"Time to roll Joey, we're on in less than an hour"
"Oh man, an hour, I need at least that for the bathroom alone" "Go get 'em big guy" smiled chandler Monica shot him a worrying look. "Will you please stop calling him that, I'm beginning to question your sexuality again" Chandler turned sharply to stare at his friend. "Again! When was the first time?
Without hesitation Monica replied, mimicking Chandler "1988, Wham Concert, you waving yours arms like a mad man shouting, George, over here! Here George! It also didn't help that you were wearing a "feel me up before you go go" T-shirt
Chandler nodded in agreement "Point taken" (under his breath) "I loved that T-shirt" Ross patted his back, full of understanding.
Joey by now looking clearly agitated, began to wave at his friends
"Wish me luck!"
5 voices shouts of "good luck" and "break a leg" echoed the theatre, as they watched their friend disappear into the wings. They all stood in silence for a few minutes, wondering if Joey was going to be ok up there. They knew this was his one shot at stardom. This could make or break him. and knowing Joeys past history it wasn't looking good.
A few hours later the play was over and Joey couldn't hide his excitement.
"I did I, I really friggin' did it" he jumped up and down in the one spot The rest of the gang nodded and smiled in agreement "You sure did!" beamed phoebe as she moved in for a hug. "We're all so proud of you" "Hey im proud of myself!" Joey laughed; finally able to relax and enjoy the attention he was being given. He felt like a little boy again, readily accepting all the praise that was thrown at him.
"So what are your plans for the rest of the evening?" Joey wondered; knowing he still had a busy night ahead of him.
Monica was the first to reply "I think Chandler and I are just gonna crash. its been a long day" "Yeah, same with us" Rachel nodded towards Ross. "Great, I'm left on my own as usual!" Phoebe answered dryly.
"Your more than welcome to join me Pheebs" Joey offered. "I don't think you will be too interested though, its gonna be pretty boring"
"What, more boring than going back to an empty hotel room?
"Well I have a few press interviews to do, then there's a party back at my hotels function suite" Joey smiled like he knew something that no one else did.
Phoebe nodded in agreement, just about willing to go along with anything Joey had planned, as long as it meant she wasn't alone, she had had enough of loneliness to last her a life time. Infact she was rather hoping to meet a charming British man to sweep her of her feet. Her daydreams of a Hugh Grant look-a-like approaching her, leaning in to kiss her were broken with Joey tugging her arm.
"Come on Pheebs, I have places to be, people to meet" he smiled smugly.
"See you tomorrow guys, have a great night! And remember to keep Phoebe away from the punch Joey, you know she gets carried away with herself!" Monica laughed and looked at Phoebe, hoping she wouldn't take offence at her joke. Phoebe grunted and swung her hair as she turned to Joey "Lets go party, Mr. Tribbiani". She grabbed onto his arm and began to walk proudly.
The gang moved in separate directions. Phoebe and Joey moved towards the back of the stage, while Monica, Ross, Chandler and Rachel walked slowly out into the cold London streets.
******xxxx****** The 4 friends stood outside the theatre for a bit, pondering their next move.
"I think we had better get a cab. Its getting cold and I don't want to get sick while im here. You know how easily I get ill!" Ross moaned while the other rolled their eyes in disgust. "Did mommy write you a note, because if she didn't I think getting a cab is out of the question" Chandler mocked Ross' moaning but before Ross had a chance to answer him Rachel added she thought it was a good idea, though for a different reason. She wanted back to the hotel as quickly as possible so she could tell Ross something that had been on her mind for a long time. If she didn't say it soon she new she would never be able to.
A black taxi approached the group as Chandler stuck his hand out to hail it. The cab stopped and all 4 friends jumped in. "Shaftesbury hotel please" asked Ross as he began to take a seat next to Monica. The drive turned around and looked at the 4 in disgust. "Are you people stupid? You're on Shaftesbury Avenue, the hotel is right across the road!" He turned and pointed to a huge, well-lit building sporting a British flag outside. They all looked at each other, not sure weather to laugh or cry. Chandler as usual tried to make light of the situation "So how much do we owe you?" The cabby didn't bat an eyelid; he slid his hand through the plastic partition and opened the right hand door. They knew this was their cue to get out. Rachel slammed the door behind and ran after the others "Hey guys wait up" she shouted as she ran across the road checking for oncoming traffic as she went.
As the gang approached the hotel lobby to get there keys Rachel grabbed Ross' arm. "Get my key for me please well I run to the bathroom, thanks" and at that she ran off in the direction of the toilet. Ross looked a little dejected "Ross open the door, Ross hold my purse, Ross unhook my bra" At the sound of Ross' last statement Monica and Chandler turned to look at him with worried looks on their faces. Ross suddenly fighting to find and explanation stared back at them. "What? She had a sore arm, she couldn't reach" He replied in his most convincing tone. With looks of confusion and unbelieving Mon and Chandler turned back to the reception desk.
"Can I get the keys for rooms 312 and 313 please" asked Monica realising she was right next door Chandler made her stomach flip and she wasn't sure why. It felt like a nervous twitch, but what reason did she have for feeling so anxious. The sound of metal hitting wood brought Monica back to reality. She looked and down and picked up her and Chandler's keys. While Ross got his and Rachel's hotel room keys Monica and Chandler moved towards the elevator to wait on the others.
They all gathered inside the elevator. "What floor you guys on" Monica nodded towards Ross and Rachel and waited on an answer. "I'm on the 4th floor, what about you Rach'" "Hey, the same, snap" she smiled Monica reached out and pressed the 3rd and 4th floor buttons. Suddenly the doors opened. "Wow, that was quick" Monica said, somewhat stunned. "Well that is the point of elevators" Chandler quipped before he felt Monica nudge him hard between the ribs with her elbow. He made a mumbling sound before exiting the doors with Mon in tow.
"See you guys at breakfast!" Monica waved as she turned and headed towards her room.
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Rachel and Ross stood as still as mannequins while the elevator doors closed in front of them. It began to descend upwards, but suddenly came to a crashing halt. They turned to each other; both hoping the other had an answer to what had just happened. When no answer came both began to panic. "ROSS" Rachel screamed and began to breath heavily. "Ross" she repeated "I don't like confined spaces, please get this god damn thing moving, please Ross" Her breathing becoming heaver and more panicked.
Ross not knowing what to do started to hit the elevator buttons, not caring what he hit. He was clearly panicking himself, but didn't want to frighten Rachel any more. After a few minutes on hitting more buttons and nothing happening he turned to Rachel; who had her back against the wall. She was visibly disturbed by the experience and crying uncontrollably. Ross moved towards her and put his arms around her "Shh Rachel, its gonna be OK. I'm here, nothing bad is going to happen." They stood there like that for what seemed like an eternity, Ross rocking Rachel back and forwards like she was a baby being cradled to sleep. The moment was broken with Rachel pulling away from Ross' embrace. She began in a vain attempt to wipe his shirt of her tears. "Don't worry about it Rach" "Im so, so sorry Ross, I really am, but I just get so sca." She started to sob again, unable to get her words out. It didn't stop her talking though. "I think my fear of being confined began one year when I was about 8. My dad had taken my sisters and I sailing on his boat. It was such a beautiful day." she paused to wipe her tears and sniffle. "He wanted to surprise us, and cheer us up. You see we were all so upset when my mum went into hospital." Ross looked shocked "Oh God Rachel, I didn't realise you mom had been ill?" Rachel nodded "Yeah it was such a big operation, she was having her nose remodelled.rhinoplasty takes so much out of a person.that's why she didn't want me to have it.but anyway" she sobbed again and her throat made a little squeak. Ross didn't know what kind of reaction to give. We were all having such a good time, laughing and joking around when it started to rain. My dad said it would be best if we made our way back to shore. I can remember it like yesterday. I felt so disappointed, it was the first time I had seen my dad laugh .and come to think of it, it was the last. I didn't want it to end. I begged and pleaded with him for just 10 more minutes. I knew he couldn't resist me when I looked up at him as I grabbed onto his leg. He agreed thinking the storm wouldn't come to much. But it did." She stopped yet again trying to get her breath and clear her face of the wet. "Rach, you don't have to explain to me if you don't want to." Rachel ignored him and carried on with her story, only giving a little nod to let him know she was fine.
"My dad was always calm, no matter what he was faced with, but the look on his face that day as the boat rocked back and forth I knew he was petrified. I was only little, but I knew something was really wrong. My dad grabbed my sisters and me and shoved us into this tiny little cupboard where my Mom kept extra pillows and blankets. The three of us where so squashed together we were practically on top of one another. My sisters were crying for my dad, and I couldn't comfort them, I was too scared myself. I wanted out to help my dad, what if something bad had happened to him? We would all die because no one knew where we were. I started to bang at the cupboard door but it was jammed.. I kept pounding on it, screaming for my dad to let me out, but he never came. I couldn't breath and there was no space and." Ross put his finger on her lips, motioning for her to stop, as she was clearly distressed again. The tears fell freely from her eyes as Ross wiped them away for her, his thumbs moving in opposite directions across her face. Without moving her head she looked up at him. Her crying stopped and her breathing stabilized. Ross could still feel her heart pounding in her chest like a tiny drum. He removed his hands from her face, but neither of them moved. They stood staring into each other's eyes silently. Ross was the first to break the silence "What are you thinking?" he muttered quietly Rachel opened her mouth to speak and as she did the elevator gave a slight shudder and moved upwards. Within seconds the door opened. Rachel, clearly forgetting everything that was in her mind raced towards them and exited as fast as she could. Ross on the other hand was in no hurry to leave.he could still smell Rachel's sweet scent lingering in the air and along with it the tension of the past 15 minutes. "I can't believe that just happened. I was so scared. I swear im never getting in another one of those steel death traps as long as I live". She turned to walk to her room but paused to look behind her. "Are you going to stay in there all day?" she smiled and put her hand out to him. He walked towards her, still having said nothing. As he approached she dropped her hand to her side, furiously looking for her key. "Ah, there it is" she sighed a breath of relief as she put it in the keyhole and turned. Ross was behind her the whole time, still quiet, just watching her elegant movements, wondering why he was so stupid to have ever let her go.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and am in no way affiliated with NBC or Warner Bros. If only eh? ( This is my first fan fiction so please read and review (
Joey paced backwards and forwards of the stage floor.this was it, he had made the big time. Well I suppose you could call Days of our lives Big he said, he thought for a minute then shook his head. No this was the real thing. He had done plenty of plays before, but never one as astounding as this, he was the lead, and it was in London of all places! He could hardly believe it. As he continued to walk the floor and ponder the questions of how and why a loud scream of someone shouting his name jolted him back to reality. As he turned to face the audience stalls he saw his 5 friends walking down the theatre's aisle towards him. "Guys you made it" he shouted, running towards the orchestra pit, arms stretched out in a welcoming manner. "Like we would miss this," replied Rachel smiling. "So how's it going big guy? Fame gone to your head yet? Got diva like tendencies? Should we start calling you J-Trib? " Asked Chandler.
"I can't believe how nervous I am, I've never been like this before.I actually feel physically sick. I don't think I can do this! Chandler replied instantly "off course you can buddy, we're all here to support you, we're right behind you! When you're up there and you think like that just remember we will be in the audience rooting for you! Joey looked genuinely touched by Chandler's statement "Awww, thanks man, I really appreciate that" Phoebe suddenly appeared from behind Ross, who was towering over her. "You know this reminds me of the time when my Mom had just killed herself, and I was out in the streets. Myself and the guy I shared a box with, started the homeless peoples puppet theatre. It was my first shot at fame, you know, and our one hope of raising some money to upgrade to a bigger box. "Was that how you met Pete the puppet man?" Monica pondered "Um, No. Don't you ever listen to my stories?" The gang stared at each other awkwardly. "So anyway." Phoebe started to continue
A large man holding a clipboard approached Joey from behind.
"Time to roll Joey, we're on in less than an hour"
"Oh man, an hour, I need at least that for the bathroom alone" "Go get 'em big guy" smiled chandler Monica shot him a worrying look. "Will you please stop calling him that, I'm beginning to question your sexuality again" Chandler turned sharply to stare at his friend. "Again! When was the first time?
Without hesitation Monica replied, mimicking Chandler "1988, Wham Concert, you waving yours arms like a mad man shouting, George, over here! Here George! It also didn't help that you were wearing a "feel me up before you go go" T-shirt
Chandler nodded in agreement "Point taken" (under his breath) "I loved that T-shirt" Ross patted his back, full of understanding.
Joey by now looking clearly agitated, began to wave at his friends
"Wish me luck!"
5 voices shouts of "good luck" and "break a leg" echoed the theatre, as they watched their friend disappear into the wings. They all stood in silence for a few minutes, wondering if Joey was going to be ok up there. They knew this was his one shot at stardom. This could make or break him. and knowing Joeys past history it wasn't looking good.
A few hours later the play was over and Joey couldn't hide his excitement.
"I did I, I really friggin' did it" he jumped up and down in the one spot The rest of the gang nodded and smiled in agreement "You sure did!" beamed phoebe as she moved in for a hug. "We're all so proud of you" "Hey im proud of myself!" Joey laughed; finally able to relax and enjoy the attention he was being given. He felt like a little boy again, readily accepting all the praise that was thrown at him.
"So what are your plans for the rest of the evening?" Joey wondered; knowing he still had a busy night ahead of him.
Monica was the first to reply "I think Chandler and I are just gonna crash. its been a long day" "Yeah, same with us" Rachel nodded towards Ross. "Great, I'm left on my own as usual!" Phoebe answered dryly.
"Your more than welcome to join me Pheebs" Joey offered. "I don't think you will be too interested though, its gonna be pretty boring"
"What, more boring than going back to an empty hotel room?
"Well I have a few press interviews to do, then there's a party back at my hotels function suite" Joey smiled like he knew something that no one else did.
Phoebe nodded in agreement, just about willing to go along with anything Joey had planned, as long as it meant she wasn't alone, she had had enough of loneliness to last her a life time. Infact she was rather hoping to meet a charming British man to sweep her of her feet. Her daydreams of a Hugh Grant look-a-like approaching her, leaning in to kiss her were broken with Joey tugging her arm.
"Come on Pheebs, I have places to be, people to meet" he smiled smugly.
"See you tomorrow guys, have a great night! And remember to keep Phoebe away from the punch Joey, you know she gets carried away with herself!" Monica laughed and looked at Phoebe, hoping she wouldn't take offence at her joke. Phoebe grunted and swung her hair as she turned to Joey "Lets go party, Mr. Tribbiani". She grabbed onto his arm and began to walk proudly.
The gang moved in separate directions. Phoebe and Joey moved towards the back of the stage, while Monica, Ross, Chandler and Rachel walked slowly out into the cold London streets.
******xxxx****** The 4 friends stood outside the theatre for a bit, pondering their next move.
"I think we had better get a cab. Its getting cold and I don't want to get sick while im here. You know how easily I get ill!" Ross moaned while the other rolled their eyes in disgust. "Did mommy write you a note, because if she didn't I think getting a cab is out of the question" Chandler mocked Ross' moaning but before Ross had a chance to answer him Rachel added she thought it was a good idea, though for a different reason. She wanted back to the hotel as quickly as possible so she could tell Ross something that had been on her mind for a long time. If she didn't say it soon she new she would never be able to.
A black taxi approached the group as Chandler stuck his hand out to hail it. The cab stopped and all 4 friends jumped in. "Shaftesbury hotel please" asked Ross as he began to take a seat next to Monica. The drive turned around and looked at the 4 in disgust. "Are you people stupid? You're on Shaftesbury Avenue, the hotel is right across the road!" He turned and pointed to a huge, well-lit building sporting a British flag outside. They all looked at each other, not sure weather to laugh or cry. Chandler as usual tried to make light of the situation "So how much do we owe you?" The cabby didn't bat an eyelid; he slid his hand through the plastic partition and opened the right hand door. They knew this was their cue to get out. Rachel slammed the door behind and ran after the others "Hey guys wait up" she shouted as she ran across the road checking for oncoming traffic as she went.
As the gang approached the hotel lobby to get there keys Rachel grabbed Ross' arm. "Get my key for me please well I run to the bathroom, thanks" and at that she ran off in the direction of the toilet. Ross looked a little dejected "Ross open the door, Ross hold my purse, Ross unhook my bra" At the sound of Ross' last statement Monica and Chandler turned to look at him with worried looks on their faces. Ross suddenly fighting to find and explanation stared back at them. "What? She had a sore arm, she couldn't reach" He replied in his most convincing tone. With looks of confusion and unbelieving Mon and Chandler turned back to the reception desk.
"Can I get the keys for rooms 312 and 313 please" asked Monica realising she was right next door Chandler made her stomach flip and she wasn't sure why. It felt like a nervous twitch, but what reason did she have for feeling so anxious. The sound of metal hitting wood brought Monica back to reality. She looked and down and picked up her and Chandler's keys. While Ross got his and Rachel's hotel room keys Monica and Chandler moved towards the elevator to wait on the others.
They all gathered inside the elevator. "What floor you guys on" Monica nodded towards Ross and Rachel and waited on an answer. "I'm on the 4th floor, what about you Rach'" "Hey, the same, snap" she smiled Monica reached out and pressed the 3rd and 4th floor buttons. Suddenly the doors opened. "Wow, that was quick" Monica said, somewhat stunned. "Well that is the point of elevators" Chandler quipped before he felt Monica nudge him hard between the ribs with her elbow. He made a mumbling sound before exiting the doors with Mon in tow.
"See you guys at breakfast!" Monica waved as she turned and headed towards her room.
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Rachel and Ross stood as still as mannequins while the elevator doors closed in front of them. It began to descend upwards, but suddenly came to a crashing halt. They turned to each other; both hoping the other had an answer to what had just happened. When no answer came both began to panic. "ROSS" Rachel screamed and began to breath heavily. "Ross" she repeated "I don't like confined spaces, please get this god damn thing moving, please Ross" Her breathing becoming heaver and more panicked.
Ross not knowing what to do started to hit the elevator buttons, not caring what he hit. He was clearly panicking himself, but didn't want to frighten Rachel any more. After a few minutes on hitting more buttons and nothing happening he turned to Rachel; who had her back against the wall. She was visibly disturbed by the experience and crying uncontrollably. Ross moved towards her and put his arms around her "Shh Rachel, its gonna be OK. I'm here, nothing bad is going to happen." They stood there like that for what seemed like an eternity, Ross rocking Rachel back and forwards like she was a baby being cradled to sleep. The moment was broken with Rachel pulling away from Ross' embrace. She began in a vain attempt to wipe his shirt of her tears. "Don't worry about it Rach" "Im so, so sorry Ross, I really am, but I just get so sca." She started to sob again, unable to get her words out. It didn't stop her talking though. "I think my fear of being confined began one year when I was about 8. My dad had taken my sisters and I sailing on his boat. It was such a beautiful day." she paused to wipe her tears and sniffle. "He wanted to surprise us, and cheer us up. You see we were all so upset when my mum went into hospital." Ross looked shocked "Oh God Rachel, I didn't realise you mom had been ill?" Rachel nodded "Yeah it was such a big operation, she was having her nose remodelled.rhinoplasty takes so much out of a person.that's why she didn't want me to have it.but anyway" she sobbed again and her throat made a little squeak. Ross didn't know what kind of reaction to give. We were all having such a good time, laughing and joking around when it started to rain. My dad said it would be best if we made our way back to shore. I can remember it like yesterday. I felt so disappointed, it was the first time I had seen my dad laugh .and come to think of it, it was the last. I didn't want it to end. I begged and pleaded with him for just 10 more minutes. I knew he couldn't resist me when I looked up at him as I grabbed onto his leg. He agreed thinking the storm wouldn't come to much. But it did." She stopped yet again trying to get her breath and clear her face of the wet. "Rach, you don't have to explain to me if you don't want to." Rachel ignored him and carried on with her story, only giving a little nod to let him know she was fine.
"My dad was always calm, no matter what he was faced with, but the look on his face that day as the boat rocked back and forth I knew he was petrified. I was only little, but I knew something was really wrong. My dad grabbed my sisters and me and shoved us into this tiny little cupboard where my Mom kept extra pillows and blankets. The three of us where so squashed together we were practically on top of one another. My sisters were crying for my dad, and I couldn't comfort them, I was too scared myself. I wanted out to help my dad, what if something bad had happened to him? We would all die because no one knew where we were. I started to bang at the cupboard door but it was jammed.. I kept pounding on it, screaming for my dad to let me out, but he never came. I couldn't breath and there was no space and." Ross put his finger on her lips, motioning for her to stop, as she was clearly distressed again. The tears fell freely from her eyes as Ross wiped them away for her, his thumbs moving in opposite directions across her face. Without moving her head she looked up at him. Her crying stopped and her breathing stabilized. Ross could still feel her heart pounding in her chest like a tiny drum. He removed his hands from her face, but neither of them moved. They stood staring into each other's eyes silently. Ross was the first to break the silence "What are you thinking?" he muttered quietly Rachel opened her mouth to speak and as she did the elevator gave a slight shudder and moved upwards. Within seconds the door opened. Rachel, clearly forgetting everything that was in her mind raced towards them and exited as fast as she could. Ross on the other hand was in no hurry to leave.he could still smell Rachel's sweet scent lingering in the air and along with it the tension of the past 15 minutes. "I can't believe that just happened. I was so scared. I swear im never getting in another one of those steel death traps as long as I live". She turned to walk to her room but paused to look behind her. "Are you going to stay in there all day?" she smiled and put her hand out to him. He walked towards her, still having said nothing. As he approached she dropped her hand to her side, furiously looking for her key. "Ah, there it is" she sighed a breath of relief as she put it in the keyhole and turned. Ross was behind her the whole time, still quiet, just watching her elegant movements, wondering why he was so stupid to have ever let her go.
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