A/N: Ok, so I didn't get five reviews, but I'm gonna post the next part. As
long as there's some interest in the story, I will keep writing. But I
would like some reviews, ok? ( Anyway, here's chapter two. It's kinda a
transition chapter to the next one which will be a big one!
Disclaimer: All that I own right now is a box of cocoa puffs that I am almost done eating.
As her cab arrived at the airport, Rachel started to feel sick. Oh my god, she thought, I'm going to be sick! She carefully placed one foot out the door of the cab, trying to hold it in until she got to the bathroom. She looked around. Hardly anyone was near her or could see her. She took one last glance and threw up out the door. She sneaked a peek at the driver and he seemed like he was about to laugh. He was an elderly man that she had made conversation with the whole time on the way to the airport, so he knew that she was pregnant and that this was only morning sickness. She was wondering what he was laughing at until she turned her head around again. There was a man standing directly in front of her. He was grinning and she had a horrified look on her face. She looked him up and down. Thick brownish hair, brown eyes, well built, long legs, nicely dressed. When she reached his feet, she realized why they were grinning. Oh my god, she thought. I just threw up on this stranger's shoes!
(Monica's apartment. Ross, Chandler, Joey, Phoebe, and Monica are there)
Ross: ..and so I think that Rachel and I had a 'moment' again right before she left.
Monica: A real moment, or just some, 'eye contact'?
Ross: Well, if you call eye contact a kiss, then yes.
Chandler: You kissed Rachel?
Joey: You mean like a goodbye kiss right? Like one on the cheek?
Ross: No, I mean one right on the lips. It lasted for awhile too.
Monica: (nudges Chandler and whispers) He's probably lying because he wants to look like they had some interaction because she didn't even want to see him today.
Ross: I heard that! And I'm not lying!
Phoebe: (quietly) He's not lying. I saw the whole thing.
Ross: Thank you, someone believes---wait. You what?
Phoebe: I saw the whole thing. I could see you from the top of the stairs.
Ross: You mean you were watching me say goodbye to Rachel?
Phoebe: No, I was making sure you did.
Chandler: Why were you so intent on getting them to say goodbye?
Phoebe: It's always good to say goodbye before you leave for anywhere. If they didn't say goodbye, Ross and Rachel would both regret it.
Monica: Pheebs, you know she's coming back in a week.
Ross: Yeah, it's not like she's going to be gone forever.
Phoebe: Stuff happens. You always think: Oh yeah, she'll be back. Then when you come back from school to find your mom with her head in the oven dead, and realize you never got to say goodbye to her, well, it's not a good feeling. It makes you wish you had just said goodbye.
Joey: So you think that Rachel is going to stick her head in the oven in Paris? She can't even cook!
Monica: (warningly) Joey.
Joey: What? (thinks for a second) Ooohh..
Chandler: Phoebe, I think Rachel will be fine. Paris is a safe place-
Phoebe: No its NOT! Are you kidding me? Have any of you guys ever been there?
All: Um..no.
Monica: When have you been to Paris?
Phoebe: Well, I'd like to tell but you will all think I'm crazy.
Chandler: No we won't.
Phoebe: Trust me, you will.
Ross: Phoebe, if it helps, we already think you're a little crazy, in a nice way.
Phoebe: Ok, well the year was 1920-
Monica: Is this one of your 'past life' stories?
Phoebe: Good thinking Mon! Now let me finish.
(Phoebe's voice narrates this part)
It was 1920, and I was visiting Paris. It was, like, I can't describe it. It was pretty cool. Anyway, as I was there, I met a handsome boy. His name was Jacques. And we started to date. I was there for two weeks, so Jacques and I tried to spend as much time together as possible. On my last night, he prepared a special dinner for me. We were in a small park. Dequaz park. It wasn't in the best area of Paris, but it was a nice little park, by a hotel that looked like a castle. At least, it seemed nice from the outside.So Jacques and I are eating our little dinner on our blanket when he suggests a stroll through the park. I thought Jacques was a real gentleman at this point, so I accepted. The park was very dark, but Jacques had a strong grip on my arm. I suspected it to be out of love, at the time, so I had no problem with him holding on to me. It was when we reached the back part of the park where an old warehouse stands that I started to get suspicious. Where are we going, I asked him. His reply was a malicious grin. I started to try and release my arm from his grip, but he was too strong. When I would scream, he would cover my mouth. No one heard me. He took me to the basement of the warehouse. He kept me there holding me for ransom. He thought that I was from a rich American family. He was wrong. I tried to escape, but it didn't work. While I was there, I found out that Jacques and his family were part of the Hainsworth clan. They were like a family of French Mafia. Their job was to seduce young American girls, and then hold them for ransom. If the ransom took over five months to collect, they kill you. That's what happened to me.
(A couple seconds of silence went by)
Joey: Wow! Great story Pheebs!
Phoebe: That wasn't a story, it was true!
Monica: As much as I'd like to believe that, it does sound a little farfetched.
Chandler: So are these 'French Mafia People' still in action?
Phoebe: I don't know. Jacques is long dead, but he has many children and grandchildren.
Ross: So your story is basically over.
Phoebe: Mine is. Rachel's might not be.
Monica: (understanding) Ah, so that's why you didn't want Rachel to go to Paris.
Phoebe: Partly.
Ross: What makes you think if your Mafia Clan still existed, they'd want Rachel?
Phoebe: Think about it. Rachel's gorgeous. She's American. Her clothes make you think she has a lot of money. Plus, she'd be easy to lie to.
Chandler: What?
Phoebe: Rachel is gullible. She's sweet, but you can tell her just about anything and she'll believe it. She's very trusting, which can be both a good and bad thing.
(They all sit and think about this. Joey looks very tired, Monica looks like she doesn't believe a word Phoebe said, Ross looks a little bored, and Chandler is playing with the string on the chair cushion.)
Monica: (snaps everyone out of their silent state) Chandler!
Chandler: (jumps out of the chair) What? What?
Monica: How many times do I have to tell you? Stop. Playing. With. The. Cushion. Strings.
Phoebe looks around and sees that no one was listening to her. All right, she thinks, but if something terrible happens to Rachel, you'll know that you should have listened to me.
Phoebe: I think I'm going to go home and take a nap. I'm feeling very tired.
Monica: That's probably a good idea Pheebs. Bye!
(Phoebe leaves)
Ross: So who actually believed one word of that story?
All: Not me.
Chandler: What's been going on with her today?
Monica: Maybe she's just PMS-ing.
Joey: She was acting really weird. That's not the Phoebe we know.
Ross: I think that we're all just tired. I'm going to go home too. (Gets up and walks towards the door.)
Joey: Me too. I gotta see about that party I'm going to be throwin. Chandler, you in? (heads towards his apartment)
Chandler: Oh yea-(sees Monica's glare) no way. I can't do that to my wife.
Ross/Joey: Bye!
Chan/Mon: Bye!
(Back to Airport)
Rachel: (extremely embarrassed) Oh my God! I'm so, so, sorry!
Man: (in heavy French accent) Dat is quite all right. Do not vorry about a ting.
Rachel: It's just, I didn't think that anyone was there, and I couldn't wait and-
Man: My name is Oliver. Vat is yours?
Rachel: (surprised) Um, Rachel Green. Nice to meet you Oliver.
Oliver: The pleasure is mine. Can I help you out of your car?
Rachel: Uh, sure. Can I ask you a question?
Oliver: Why, of course.
Rachel: Why are you so keen to help me? I mean, in case you didn't notice, I just kind of threw up all over your shoes.
Oliver: It is my custom to help people in need. I saw a beautiful young woman not feeling well and I vould like to help her vith her bags. It was also my fault that I was in the way. I came to say goodbye to my grandfather here (gestures to the man who was driving the cab) and in the process met a gorgeous woman.
Rachel: Well, thanks.
(He starts to unload her two suitcases.)
Oliver: So, where is the pretty young lady heading today?
Rachel: (blushing) I-I'm going to Paris. For business.
Oliver: (seems overjoyed) Ah, Paris? Dat is vhere I come from. I am headed there today!
Rachel: Really. That's nice. What part of Paris do you live in?
Oliver: Vhere are you headed?
Rachel: Well, I'm staying um (horrible French accent) La Chateau.
Oliver: Ah, La Chateau! That is but minutes from my home! Perhaps I will see you there.
Rachel: Maybe you will. But Paris is a very big place, you know.
Oliver: No no. My home. Perhaps you would like authentic French cooking one night.
Rachel: (thinking) Is this man asking me out on a date? Ok, this is weird. First I throw up on his shoes. Then, he asks to carry my bags. He's from where I'm going. And he's sooo handsome. But what about Ross? What about your kiss? Well, a kiss is a kiss, but that was a really good one. But Ross never has to know you had dinner with another man here. It's not even like you started something up again. Maybe you should just go. It could be fun, and you can tell him your not in it for anything romantic because you have a lot going on in your life right now..But should I tell him about the baby? I probably should, because I'm not allowed to drink. I could just tell him that I'm a Mormon.But how does that explain you throwing up on his shoes...Well, he didn't ask, and I'm not going to tell....
Oliver: Rachel? Would you enjoy some French cooking one night?
Rachel: (hesitant) Sure, I'd love some.
What could it hurt? It was just dinner. It could be fun. For now, she had a plane to catch.
Ok, so that wasn't much of a cliffhanger, but I promise that next chapter's will be. If I get some reviews on this chapter I'll post another one. This was sort of a transition chapter, leading up to the next one. Comments, criticism, and ideas appreciated!
Mel
Disclaimer: All that I own right now is a box of cocoa puffs that I am almost done eating.
As her cab arrived at the airport, Rachel started to feel sick. Oh my god, she thought, I'm going to be sick! She carefully placed one foot out the door of the cab, trying to hold it in until she got to the bathroom. She looked around. Hardly anyone was near her or could see her. She took one last glance and threw up out the door. She sneaked a peek at the driver and he seemed like he was about to laugh. He was an elderly man that she had made conversation with the whole time on the way to the airport, so he knew that she was pregnant and that this was only morning sickness. She was wondering what he was laughing at until she turned her head around again. There was a man standing directly in front of her. He was grinning and she had a horrified look on her face. She looked him up and down. Thick brownish hair, brown eyes, well built, long legs, nicely dressed. When she reached his feet, she realized why they were grinning. Oh my god, she thought. I just threw up on this stranger's shoes!
(Monica's apartment. Ross, Chandler, Joey, Phoebe, and Monica are there)
Ross: ..and so I think that Rachel and I had a 'moment' again right before she left.
Monica: A real moment, or just some, 'eye contact'?
Ross: Well, if you call eye contact a kiss, then yes.
Chandler: You kissed Rachel?
Joey: You mean like a goodbye kiss right? Like one on the cheek?
Ross: No, I mean one right on the lips. It lasted for awhile too.
Monica: (nudges Chandler and whispers) He's probably lying because he wants to look like they had some interaction because she didn't even want to see him today.
Ross: I heard that! And I'm not lying!
Phoebe: (quietly) He's not lying. I saw the whole thing.
Ross: Thank you, someone believes---wait. You what?
Phoebe: I saw the whole thing. I could see you from the top of the stairs.
Ross: You mean you were watching me say goodbye to Rachel?
Phoebe: No, I was making sure you did.
Chandler: Why were you so intent on getting them to say goodbye?
Phoebe: It's always good to say goodbye before you leave for anywhere. If they didn't say goodbye, Ross and Rachel would both regret it.
Monica: Pheebs, you know she's coming back in a week.
Ross: Yeah, it's not like she's going to be gone forever.
Phoebe: Stuff happens. You always think: Oh yeah, she'll be back. Then when you come back from school to find your mom with her head in the oven dead, and realize you never got to say goodbye to her, well, it's not a good feeling. It makes you wish you had just said goodbye.
Joey: So you think that Rachel is going to stick her head in the oven in Paris? She can't even cook!
Monica: (warningly) Joey.
Joey: What? (thinks for a second) Ooohh..
Chandler: Phoebe, I think Rachel will be fine. Paris is a safe place-
Phoebe: No its NOT! Are you kidding me? Have any of you guys ever been there?
All: Um..no.
Monica: When have you been to Paris?
Phoebe: Well, I'd like to tell but you will all think I'm crazy.
Chandler: No we won't.
Phoebe: Trust me, you will.
Ross: Phoebe, if it helps, we already think you're a little crazy, in a nice way.
Phoebe: Ok, well the year was 1920-
Monica: Is this one of your 'past life' stories?
Phoebe: Good thinking Mon! Now let me finish.
(Phoebe's voice narrates this part)
It was 1920, and I was visiting Paris. It was, like, I can't describe it. It was pretty cool. Anyway, as I was there, I met a handsome boy. His name was Jacques. And we started to date. I was there for two weeks, so Jacques and I tried to spend as much time together as possible. On my last night, he prepared a special dinner for me. We were in a small park. Dequaz park. It wasn't in the best area of Paris, but it was a nice little park, by a hotel that looked like a castle. At least, it seemed nice from the outside.So Jacques and I are eating our little dinner on our blanket when he suggests a stroll through the park. I thought Jacques was a real gentleman at this point, so I accepted. The park was very dark, but Jacques had a strong grip on my arm. I suspected it to be out of love, at the time, so I had no problem with him holding on to me. It was when we reached the back part of the park where an old warehouse stands that I started to get suspicious. Where are we going, I asked him. His reply was a malicious grin. I started to try and release my arm from his grip, but he was too strong. When I would scream, he would cover my mouth. No one heard me. He took me to the basement of the warehouse. He kept me there holding me for ransom. He thought that I was from a rich American family. He was wrong. I tried to escape, but it didn't work. While I was there, I found out that Jacques and his family were part of the Hainsworth clan. They were like a family of French Mafia. Their job was to seduce young American girls, and then hold them for ransom. If the ransom took over five months to collect, they kill you. That's what happened to me.
(A couple seconds of silence went by)
Joey: Wow! Great story Pheebs!
Phoebe: That wasn't a story, it was true!
Monica: As much as I'd like to believe that, it does sound a little farfetched.
Chandler: So are these 'French Mafia People' still in action?
Phoebe: I don't know. Jacques is long dead, but he has many children and grandchildren.
Ross: So your story is basically over.
Phoebe: Mine is. Rachel's might not be.
Monica: (understanding) Ah, so that's why you didn't want Rachel to go to Paris.
Phoebe: Partly.
Ross: What makes you think if your Mafia Clan still existed, they'd want Rachel?
Phoebe: Think about it. Rachel's gorgeous. She's American. Her clothes make you think she has a lot of money. Plus, she'd be easy to lie to.
Chandler: What?
Phoebe: Rachel is gullible. She's sweet, but you can tell her just about anything and she'll believe it. She's very trusting, which can be both a good and bad thing.
(They all sit and think about this. Joey looks very tired, Monica looks like she doesn't believe a word Phoebe said, Ross looks a little bored, and Chandler is playing with the string on the chair cushion.)
Monica: (snaps everyone out of their silent state) Chandler!
Chandler: (jumps out of the chair) What? What?
Monica: How many times do I have to tell you? Stop. Playing. With. The. Cushion. Strings.
Phoebe looks around and sees that no one was listening to her. All right, she thinks, but if something terrible happens to Rachel, you'll know that you should have listened to me.
Phoebe: I think I'm going to go home and take a nap. I'm feeling very tired.
Monica: That's probably a good idea Pheebs. Bye!
(Phoebe leaves)
Ross: So who actually believed one word of that story?
All: Not me.
Chandler: What's been going on with her today?
Monica: Maybe she's just PMS-ing.
Joey: She was acting really weird. That's not the Phoebe we know.
Ross: I think that we're all just tired. I'm going to go home too. (Gets up and walks towards the door.)
Joey: Me too. I gotta see about that party I'm going to be throwin. Chandler, you in? (heads towards his apartment)
Chandler: Oh yea-(sees Monica's glare) no way. I can't do that to my wife.
Ross/Joey: Bye!
Chan/Mon: Bye!
(Back to Airport)
Rachel: (extremely embarrassed) Oh my God! I'm so, so, sorry!
Man: (in heavy French accent) Dat is quite all right. Do not vorry about a ting.
Rachel: It's just, I didn't think that anyone was there, and I couldn't wait and-
Man: My name is Oliver. Vat is yours?
Rachel: (surprised) Um, Rachel Green. Nice to meet you Oliver.
Oliver: The pleasure is mine. Can I help you out of your car?
Rachel: Uh, sure. Can I ask you a question?
Oliver: Why, of course.
Rachel: Why are you so keen to help me? I mean, in case you didn't notice, I just kind of threw up all over your shoes.
Oliver: It is my custom to help people in need. I saw a beautiful young woman not feeling well and I vould like to help her vith her bags. It was also my fault that I was in the way. I came to say goodbye to my grandfather here (gestures to the man who was driving the cab) and in the process met a gorgeous woman.
Rachel: Well, thanks.
(He starts to unload her two suitcases.)
Oliver: So, where is the pretty young lady heading today?
Rachel: (blushing) I-I'm going to Paris. For business.
Oliver: (seems overjoyed) Ah, Paris? Dat is vhere I come from. I am headed there today!
Rachel: Really. That's nice. What part of Paris do you live in?
Oliver: Vhere are you headed?
Rachel: Well, I'm staying um (horrible French accent) La Chateau.
Oliver: Ah, La Chateau! That is but minutes from my home! Perhaps I will see you there.
Rachel: Maybe you will. But Paris is a very big place, you know.
Oliver: No no. My home. Perhaps you would like authentic French cooking one night.
Rachel: (thinking) Is this man asking me out on a date? Ok, this is weird. First I throw up on his shoes. Then, he asks to carry my bags. He's from where I'm going. And he's sooo handsome. But what about Ross? What about your kiss? Well, a kiss is a kiss, but that was a really good one. But Ross never has to know you had dinner with another man here. It's not even like you started something up again. Maybe you should just go. It could be fun, and you can tell him your not in it for anything romantic because you have a lot going on in your life right now..But should I tell him about the baby? I probably should, because I'm not allowed to drink. I could just tell him that I'm a Mormon.But how does that explain you throwing up on his shoes...Well, he didn't ask, and I'm not going to tell....
Oliver: Rachel? Would you enjoy some French cooking one night?
Rachel: (hesitant) Sure, I'd love some.
What could it hurt? It was just dinner. It could be fun. For now, she had a plane to catch.
Ok, so that wasn't much of a cliffhanger, but I promise that next chapter's will be. If I get some reviews on this chapter I'll post another one. This was sort of a transition chapter, leading up to the next one. Comments, criticism, and ideas appreciated!
Mel
