Chapter 28
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends, but when it finishes im sure ill be able to buy it all on ebay.
Vanessa, Hun, if I worked at "friends" I would SO put a stop to this Rach/Joey nonsense! It sickens me too :o(Cant they see Joey is Phoebe's lobster? Lol We should start a protest :o) I'm still weighing up the pros and cons of killing off Pheebs. I don't think I can bring myself to do it lol How sad is that? :o)
Clarissa, you are turning into a mini detective like Vixie ;o) So what do you think Joey is going to do? If you get it right ill tell you what's going to happen before the update ;o)
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Rachel swung gently on the swing she had been sitting on for hours. Her feet were dangling loosely, barely touching the ground underneath her.
The sun was setting behind her, but this wasn't something she noticed. Her mind was far away from everything, the hospital grounds, Phoebe, her friends, her job, and her life. Right now everything was paling in comparison to her relationship with Ross.
His harsh words echoing round in her mind, repeating over and over. She placed her hands over her ears, praying the memories would stop, that everything would go quiet, and she would be able to think rationally.
"Just sex and idle chit chat," The words stung at her heart.
She knew he hadn't meant a word he had said. It was only his bruised ego that had allowed him to speak that way to her. This was Ross after all. Mr.Marriage, love and commitment. Not a cruel bone in his body. He only wanted the best for her, even when they weren't together.
She knew deep down that it was her fear of hurting him that was causing him all the more pain. She had to shake this terror in order to move on. Ross had told her so himself just a few hour previous.
"What would life be like without Ross?" She questioned herself and thought back to her 4 months in Paris on her own. The nights she had cried herself to sleep, wishing he had been laying next to her, his comforting arms wrapped around her, consoling her.
But she knew if he had been there in the first place there would have been no tears to console. Life would have been good.
Fate had brought them back together, and yet she was unconsciously pushing away.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS MY PROBLEM!" She screamed audibly into thin air, wishing someone would miraculously appear to answer her unanswerable question.
She closed over her tired eyes and rocked herself back and forth, tears forcibly trying to break free from her eyelids.
Suddenly her eyes shot open, wider than they had ever been before. She now knew what her problem was, the realisation hitting her like a body blow. It was her fear of Ross hurting her, not the other way about like she had long tried to convince herself. She was terrified of losing him again, him not being a part of her life, her future.
She lowered herself from the swing and ran off to make a very important phone call. One that would change her life forever.
~*~
Phoebe lay in bed, still unconscious from her 5-hour operation. She looked even more pale and gaunt than she had done before. The strains of the last few days were clearly visible on her drawn face. Monica lay next to her, her head only inches from her friends, but her body twisted into the plastic chair beneath her. She had held onto Phoebe's hand as she was placed back in her room and never let it go, even when sleep deprivation had overtaken Monica's body.
The room was eerily silent, apart from a rhythmic beep from Phoebe's heart monitor, which was moving at a steady rate.
Phoebe's eyes flickered erratically, before finally opening. She tried to mover her right arm, but felt a hand grasping her own.
"Joey?" She mumbled semi-coherent.
Monica's eyes darted open and her head shot up from the mattress.
"No, Pheebs, its me, Monica."
Phoebe nodded in understanding. Why would it have been Joey? She thought, slightly chastising herself for allowing herself to get her hopes up.
"How are you feeling, sweetie? Are you ok? Do you need anything?" Monica looked concerned for her friend's welfare.
Phoebe shook her head and tried to summon the energy to speak.
"I'm ok," she whispered, barely audible. Monica only just heard her.
Her heart broke at the sight of her friend. Life wasn't being fare.
She placed her head back down next to Phoebe and hugged into her tightly, while being aware not to hurt her.
The room fell silent again as they both drifted back into sleep.
~*~
Rachel fell back onto her bed; her body jumped for a few seconds and then steadied itself into stillness. A huge grin spread over her face. She had done it; she had followed her destiny, and her instincts and made the first move towards her new future. It hadn't been easy convincing Gunther at first, but after some gentle persuasion he had succumbed to her. She knew just how to wrap him around her little finger.
Her smile grew wider.
Part one of her plan was complete. All she needed now was Ross' cooperation. That was the hard bit.
~*~
Joey lifted his hand and clenched it into a fist. He knocked gently on the door, nerves building in him. It had been months since he had last seen Ursula, and it hadn't been on good terms. He prayed she would assist with him and not make things difficult, which she was prone to doing, especially where her sister was concerned.
The door flew open and Joey lurched back, his stomach flipping. He hated how Ursula was identical to Phoebe. It always threw him.
"Joey!" She seemed surprised to see him, even although she knew he was on his way over.
"We need to talk," Joey rested his arm on the doorframe, trying in vain to look casual.
"Listen Joey if this is about me not returning your calls then im sorry, but you know its over between us right?" Ursula smirked, and tilted her head trying to look sincere in her apology.
"It was over with us before it even begun. Being with you was the second most stupid thing I've done in my life!" The minute Joey had said it he bit his lip. This wasn't the way to win her over. He scolded himself for being so brash, but he knew he couldn't help it. She wound him up like a coiled spring, knowing just how to annoy him.
"Oh? And what was the first most stupid thing you did?" Ursula asked, not really caring what his answer was.
"Letting Phoebe down when she really need me" He bowed his head in sorrow.
"Awww that's sweet, now what did you want?" Ursula couldn't have seemed less interested.
"Can I come in? There's something I really need to ask you about."
Ursula widened the door and let Joey in. He sat down on her sofa and wrung his hands together. His nerves were now apparent. If she refused him what he wanted he didn't know what he would do.
~*~
How quick was I with an update! :o)
Hope your all still enjoying this. Leave me a review if you can be bothered and ill think about updating again ;o)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends, but when it finishes im sure ill be able to buy it all on ebay.
Vanessa, Hun, if I worked at "friends" I would SO put a stop to this Rach/Joey nonsense! It sickens me too :o(Cant they see Joey is Phoebe's lobster? Lol We should start a protest :o) I'm still weighing up the pros and cons of killing off Pheebs. I don't think I can bring myself to do it lol How sad is that? :o)
Clarissa, you are turning into a mini detective like Vixie ;o) So what do you think Joey is going to do? If you get it right ill tell you what's going to happen before the update ;o)
~*~
Rachel swung gently on the swing she had been sitting on for hours. Her feet were dangling loosely, barely touching the ground underneath her.
The sun was setting behind her, but this wasn't something she noticed. Her mind was far away from everything, the hospital grounds, Phoebe, her friends, her job, and her life. Right now everything was paling in comparison to her relationship with Ross.
His harsh words echoing round in her mind, repeating over and over. She placed her hands over her ears, praying the memories would stop, that everything would go quiet, and she would be able to think rationally.
"Just sex and idle chit chat," The words stung at her heart.
She knew he hadn't meant a word he had said. It was only his bruised ego that had allowed him to speak that way to her. This was Ross after all. Mr.Marriage, love and commitment. Not a cruel bone in his body. He only wanted the best for her, even when they weren't together.
She knew deep down that it was her fear of hurting him that was causing him all the more pain. She had to shake this terror in order to move on. Ross had told her so himself just a few hour previous.
"What would life be like without Ross?" She questioned herself and thought back to her 4 months in Paris on her own. The nights she had cried herself to sleep, wishing he had been laying next to her, his comforting arms wrapped around her, consoling her.
But she knew if he had been there in the first place there would have been no tears to console. Life would have been good.
Fate had brought them back together, and yet she was unconsciously pushing away.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS MY PROBLEM!" She screamed audibly into thin air, wishing someone would miraculously appear to answer her unanswerable question.
She closed over her tired eyes and rocked herself back and forth, tears forcibly trying to break free from her eyelids.
Suddenly her eyes shot open, wider than they had ever been before. She now knew what her problem was, the realisation hitting her like a body blow. It was her fear of Ross hurting her, not the other way about like she had long tried to convince herself. She was terrified of losing him again, him not being a part of her life, her future.
She lowered herself from the swing and ran off to make a very important phone call. One that would change her life forever.
~*~
Phoebe lay in bed, still unconscious from her 5-hour operation. She looked even more pale and gaunt than she had done before. The strains of the last few days were clearly visible on her drawn face. Monica lay next to her, her head only inches from her friends, but her body twisted into the plastic chair beneath her. She had held onto Phoebe's hand as she was placed back in her room and never let it go, even when sleep deprivation had overtaken Monica's body.
The room was eerily silent, apart from a rhythmic beep from Phoebe's heart monitor, which was moving at a steady rate.
Phoebe's eyes flickered erratically, before finally opening. She tried to mover her right arm, but felt a hand grasping her own.
"Joey?" She mumbled semi-coherent.
Monica's eyes darted open and her head shot up from the mattress.
"No, Pheebs, its me, Monica."
Phoebe nodded in understanding. Why would it have been Joey? She thought, slightly chastising herself for allowing herself to get her hopes up.
"How are you feeling, sweetie? Are you ok? Do you need anything?" Monica looked concerned for her friend's welfare.
Phoebe shook her head and tried to summon the energy to speak.
"I'm ok," she whispered, barely audible. Monica only just heard her.
Her heart broke at the sight of her friend. Life wasn't being fare.
She placed her head back down next to Phoebe and hugged into her tightly, while being aware not to hurt her.
The room fell silent again as they both drifted back into sleep.
~*~
Rachel fell back onto her bed; her body jumped for a few seconds and then steadied itself into stillness. A huge grin spread over her face. She had done it; she had followed her destiny, and her instincts and made the first move towards her new future. It hadn't been easy convincing Gunther at first, but after some gentle persuasion he had succumbed to her. She knew just how to wrap him around her little finger.
Her smile grew wider.
Part one of her plan was complete. All she needed now was Ross' cooperation. That was the hard bit.
~*~
Joey lifted his hand and clenched it into a fist. He knocked gently on the door, nerves building in him. It had been months since he had last seen Ursula, and it hadn't been on good terms. He prayed she would assist with him and not make things difficult, which she was prone to doing, especially where her sister was concerned.
The door flew open and Joey lurched back, his stomach flipping. He hated how Ursula was identical to Phoebe. It always threw him.
"Joey!" She seemed surprised to see him, even although she knew he was on his way over.
"We need to talk," Joey rested his arm on the doorframe, trying in vain to look casual.
"Listen Joey if this is about me not returning your calls then im sorry, but you know its over between us right?" Ursula smirked, and tilted her head trying to look sincere in her apology.
"It was over with us before it even begun. Being with you was the second most stupid thing I've done in my life!" The minute Joey had said it he bit his lip. This wasn't the way to win her over. He scolded himself for being so brash, but he knew he couldn't help it. She wound him up like a coiled spring, knowing just how to annoy him.
"Oh? And what was the first most stupid thing you did?" Ursula asked, not really caring what his answer was.
"Letting Phoebe down when she really need me" He bowed his head in sorrow.
"Awww that's sweet, now what did you want?" Ursula couldn't have seemed less interested.
"Can I come in? There's something I really need to ask you about."
Ursula widened the door and let Joey in. He sat down on her sofa and wrung his hands together. His nerves were now apparent. If she refused him what he wanted he didn't know what he would do.
~*~
How quick was I with an update! :o)
Hope your all still enjoying this. Leave me a review if you can be bothered and ill think about updating again ;o)
