A.N- ^_^ Again, thank ya for the reviews! Can't say that enough. ^_^;;
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"Aw, come on, Joey, hot pink would have looked really great on you." Rachel grinned at Joey as Chandler helped to push his wheelchair once they were on the floor where their apartments were. The doctor had agreed to let him out of the hospital the next day and now, he was back home.
Joey gave Rachel a look and pointed to his leg that had the, now blue, cast on. "I'm sorry, Rach, but when the doctor asked me what color cast I wanted, hot pink didn't cross my mind." When Rachel grinned at him he couldn't help but smile. "It's good to be back home." He sighed and, when Rachel opened the door to his apartment, he was surprised to see all the 'Welcome Home' balloons now, and a big 'Welcome Home, Joey!' banner. Gasping, he looked around. "Aw, you guys.! You didn't have to do this! Thank you.!"
All of them grinned and went over to him, hugging him and the girls each kissed his cheeks or forehead. "It's so good to have you back home, Joey!"
They had a little 'party' for Joey, and Monica had prepared all of his favorite foods while Phoebe had rented 'Die Hard' and Rachel had gotten him a cake. Ross had gotten him a new video game that he could play while he rested, and Chandler had gotten him the new edition of Playboy. At all that, Joey was absolutely thrilled and, for that moment, forgot all about losing his movie role. But the whole party and joking around seemed to take its toll on him and he was helped to his room so that he could sleep.
After the Rachel, Ross, Monica, and Chandler had left, Phoebe started to get 'settled in' in what had once been Chandler's and Rachel's room. As she did, she suddenly came across a piece of paper and, as she read it again, tears started to fall from her eyes and she fought back the silent sobs that kept coming out of her. And, even if she tried to stop, she only kept crying and crying harder.
Joey had been asleep, not really knowing what time it was, when he suddenly heard what sounded a lot like sobs. Frowning in confusion, he sat up slightly and, after putting down his leg carefully on the floor, he got up with the use of a single crutch. Since he wasn't exactly an expert with the crutches, especially with only one instead of two, he hobbled out the room. The whole apartment was dark,, except for the few rays of moonlight that would filter through the blinds of the window, but other than that the apartment was completely dark. Frowning in even more confusion, he hobbled out towards the kitchen. Maybe he had just been dreaming? As he was going to serve himself some water, a choked out sob was slightly louder than the others and it was until then that he remembered that Phoebe was going to stay with him for a few days. Worried, he went towards her room as fast as he could and, once there, knocks softly on the door. "Phoebe? Pheebs, you ok?"
Silence.
"Phoebe, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Phoebe did her best to hide the shakiness of her voice by clearing her throat slightly. "I'm ok, Joey, I think that concussion is making you hear things now."
Joey thought about it and, after pondering, he nodded slightly. Could be right. But Phoebe's voice was shaky and it cracked; something that would only happen when she cried. "Can I come in anyway.? It's.lonely in my room, Pheebs. Please.?"
Grabbing a few tissues, Phoebe tried to hide the tears that she had been shedding before getting up and opening the door slightly. She opened the door slightly wider for Joey and, when she saw that he had gotten up and was actually using one of the crutches, she frowned in concern and helped him to the bed. "Joey, next time tell me when you need help up."
As Joey sat, he turned to look at her and saw that her eyes were slightly puffy and red. Taking her hand, he brought her next to him and made her sit. "Pheebs, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Crying? I- I wasn't crying, Joey. I told you, you're probably hearing things."
Smiling slightly, Joey wiped away the remaining tears that were on her cheeks. "Seriously, Phoebe, what happened? Were you scared for Big Daddy.? 'cause he's right here and.sorta healthy. I'm fine, really."
Since that seemed like the perfect excuse, Phoebe nodded. "Yeah, Joey. I was really worried about you."
Smiling slightly, Joey opened his arms for her and, when she hugged him, he hugged her back protectively. Gently, he rubbed her back as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I don't like to see you cry, Phoebe. I'm ok, see?" It broke his heart when he saw the people he cared for cry, but with Phoebe. He cared for her way too much to see her cry. She meant a lot to him. As she kept crying, though, he frowned slightly and pulled back to look at her. "Phoebe, what's wrong? You're crying for something else, what's the matter.?"
Phoebe pulled back from the hug and started to wipe away her tears, but they would just keep falling. "Joey. I. I can't." Still wiping away her tears, she got up and started towards her dresser to get a tissue from the box.
"Phoebe, it's just..... What is it? I can help you if you-."
"Joey, please. I can't tell you, ok? Please, just."
"Ok, ok." Joey sighed and looked towards the lamp on the nightstand. As he did so, he accidentally put his hand on a piece of paper and, when he felt how he was crumpling it, he immediately sat up. "Oh, Pheebs, sorry." Picking up the piece of paper, he was going to hand it to her when he suddenly saw that the paper wasn't only a white and simple sheet. It was a result of maternity tests, and said that Phoebe Buffay was pregnant.
Shocked, Joey read it over and over but, suddenly, Phoebe snatched the paper away from his hands. "Joey! Don't read that! That's *my* paper, and- ."
"Y- You- You're p- pregnant? H-. Phoebe, you're pregnant? But. When? With- ." Joey frowned and stood up with one foot, and holding his ribs with his sprained wrist. "You.and Mike? That's. You're pregnant?"
Phoebe looked down at the piece of paper in her hands and nodded slightly. She tried to look towards him, but she couldn't. Joey had been the last person that she wanted to tell about the baby; she loved him. She cared so much for him and wanted to be with him, but now. Now he had found out that she was pregnant with someone else's child. Her ex-boyfriend's. she even felt ashamed to even look towards him anymore.
The baby, even if she already loved it because it was her child and the baby had no fault in any of this, was one thing that would get in the way of her and Joey being together.
All usual disclaimers apply
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"Aw, come on, Joey, hot pink would have looked really great on you." Rachel grinned at Joey as Chandler helped to push his wheelchair once they were on the floor where their apartments were. The doctor had agreed to let him out of the hospital the next day and now, he was back home.
Joey gave Rachel a look and pointed to his leg that had the, now blue, cast on. "I'm sorry, Rach, but when the doctor asked me what color cast I wanted, hot pink didn't cross my mind." When Rachel grinned at him he couldn't help but smile. "It's good to be back home." He sighed and, when Rachel opened the door to his apartment, he was surprised to see all the 'Welcome Home' balloons now, and a big 'Welcome Home, Joey!' banner. Gasping, he looked around. "Aw, you guys.! You didn't have to do this! Thank you.!"
All of them grinned and went over to him, hugging him and the girls each kissed his cheeks or forehead. "It's so good to have you back home, Joey!"
They had a little 'party' for Joey, and Monica had prepared all of his favorite foods while Phoebe had rented 'Die Hard' and Rachel had gotten him a cake. Ross had gotten him a new video game that he could play while he rested, and Chandler had gotten him the new edition of Playboy. At all that, Joey was absolutely thrilled and, for that moment, forgot all about losing his movie role. But the whole party and joking around seemed to take its toll on him and he was helped to his room so that he could sleep.
After the Rachel, Ross, Monica, and Chandler had left, Phoebe started to get 'settled in' in what had once been Chandler's and Rachel's room. As she did, she suddenly came across a piece of paper and, as she read it again, tears started to fall from her eyes and she fought back the silent sobs that kept coming out of her. And, even if she tried to stop, she only kept crying and crying harder.
Joey had been asleep, not really knowing what time it was, when he suddenly heard what sounded a lot like sobs. Frowning in confusion, he sat up slightly and, after putting down his leg carefully on the floor, he got up with the use of a single crutch. Since he wasn't exactly an expert with the crutches, especially with only one instead of two, he hobbled out the room. The whole apartment was dark,, except for the few rays of moonlight that would filter through the blinds of the window, but other than that the apartment was completely dark. Frowning in even more confusion, he hobbled out towards the kitchen. Maybe he had just been dreaming? As he was going to serve himself some water, a choked out sob was slightly louder than the others and it was until then that he remembered that Phoebe was going to stay with him for a few days. Worried, he went towards her room as fast as he could and, once there, knocks softly on the door. "Phoebe? Pheebs, you ok?"
Silence.
"Phoebe, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Phoebe did her best to hide the shakiness of her voice by clearing her throat slightly. "I'm ok, Joey, I think that concussion is making you hear things now."
Joey thought about it and, after pondering, he nodded slightly. Could be right. But Phoebe's voice was shaky and it cracked; something that would only happen when she cried. "Can I come in anyway.? It's.lonely in my room, Pheebs. Please.?"
Grabbing a few tissues, Phoebe tried to hide the tears that she had been shedding before getting up and opening the door slightly. She opened the door slightly wider for Joey and, when she saw that he had gotten up and was actually using one of the crutches, she frowned in concern and helped him to the bed. "Joey, next time tell me when you need help up."
As Joey sat, he turned to look at her and saw that her eyes were slightly puffy and red. Taking her hand, he brought her next to him and made her sit. "Pheebs, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Crying? I- I wasn't crying, Joey. I told you, you're probably hearing things."
Smiling slightly, Joey wiped away the remaining tears that were on her cheeks. "Seriously, Phoebe, what happened? Were you scared for Big Daddy.? 'cause he's right here and.sorta healthy. I'm fine, really."
Since that seemed like the perfect excuse, Phoebe nodded. "Yeah, Joey. I was really worried about you."
Smiling slightly, Joey opened his arms for her and, when she hugged him, he hugged her back protectively. Gently, he rubbed her back as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I don't like to see you cry, Phoebe. I'm ok, see?" It broke his heart when he saw the people he cared for cry, but with Phoebe. He cared for her way too much to see her cry. She meant a lot to him. As she kept crying, though, he frowned slightly and pulled back to look at her. "Phoebe, what's wrong? You're crying for something else, what's the matter.?"
Phoebe pulled back from the hug and started to wipe away her tears, but they would just keep falling. "Joey. I. I can't." Still wiping away her tears, she got up and started towards her dresser to get a tissue from the box.
"Phoebe, it's just..... What is it? I can help you if you-."
"Joey, please. I can't tell you, ok? Please, just."
"Ok, ok." Joey sighed and looked towards the lamp on the nightstand. As he did so, he accidentally put his hand on a piece of paper and, when he felt how he was crumpling it, he immediately sat up. "Oh, Pheebs, sorry." Picking up the piece of paper, he was going to hand it to her when he suddenly saw that the paper wasn't only a white and simple sheet. It was a result of maternity tests, and said that Phoebe Buffay was pregnant.
Shocked, Joey read it over and over but, suddenly, Phoebe snatched the paper away from his hands. "Joey! Don't read that! That's *my* paper, and- ."
"Y- You- You're p- pregnant? H-. Phoebe, you're pregnant? But. When? With- ." Joey frowned and stood up with one foot, and holding his ribs with his sprained wrist. "You.and Mike? That's. You're pregnant?"
Phoebe looked down at the piece of paper in her hands and nodded slightly. She tried to look towards him, but she couldn't. Joey had been the last person that she wanted to tell about the baby; she loved him. She cared so much for him and wanted to be with him, but now. Now he had found out that she was pregnant with someone else's child. Her ex-boyfriend's. she even felt ashamed to even look towards him anymore.
The baby, even if she already loved it because it was her child and the baby had no fault in any of this, was one thing that would get in the way of her and Joey being together.