And here's chapter six! Or maybe five. Depends on whether or not you count the prologue. Okay, shutting up! Thank you so much for all the reviews, you guys are so awesome! Here you go!

Divorces, Divorces

Mrs. Geller-Bing walked slowly up to the stand and took her oath quietly. She turned and faced Francis, who looked delighted at the fact that her opponent had been expelled from the courtroom.

"Mrs. Bing, you've known Mr. and Mrs. Geller for almost your whole life, longer that any of your friends, correct?" Francis asked.

"Yes," answered Mrs. Bing quietly. "I've known Ross my whole life, him being my older brother, and Rachel and I have been best friends since I was six. We grew up together."

"And were you happy when they got together?"

"Of course!" said Mrs. Bing. "It was like a dream come true. My best friend and my brother. I loved seeing them together. Then they broke up, and I was so sad. We all were, but especially me. I always thought that they would get married, and that Rachel and I would be sisters, just like we always talked about." She paused. "There were times when I thought they were going to get back together, but they never did. And when they finally did, they got married, and that was it. Or so we thought. It was it, until the night Rachel told me they were getting a divorce."

FLASHBACK, A FEW MONTHS BEFORE

M&C's house, empty. Someone knocks on the door.

"Coming!" Monica walked through the living room and opened the door. "Rachel?"

"Monica." Rachel was soaking wet, but she didn't seem to notice, or care. There were tears streaming down her cheeks. "Can I come in?"

"Of course!" Monica said immediately. "What's the matter?"

Rachel walked in and sat on the couch. Any other time Monica would have cringed at the thought of her couch getting wet, but she was too concerned about Rachel to worry. "Ross and I are getting divorced."

"What?!?!" Monica was shocked. Sure, they had a few problems, but what couple didn't? Even she and Chandler had been through counseling. "But…you can't! What happened?"

"We argued for hours," Rachel wailed. "I told him that I was sick of him being at work all day, every day, and that if he cared about us, he would take more time off. He said that if I cared I would let him do his job, and that he didn't need to be around twenty-four seven. Then I said that if we both wanted different things, maybe we shouldn't be together. That's when I started to cry. Then he said that maybe we shouldn't. Then I left." She started to cry again. "I don't want to divorce, Mon. I love him."

"Oh, sweetie!" Monica hugged her. "You guys can work it out! I know you can! If you don't want to divorce, then don't!"

"No, we were right," said Rachel miserably. "The same conversation will just keep coming up. We want different things, and that's not going to change." She sounded as though she were trying to convince herself.

"Yes, it can! You can do it!" Monica urged. Just then, the phone rang, and Monica jumped up to grab it. "Hello?"

"Is she there?" It was Ross.

"Yeah. Ross, don't be such an idiot! Don't divorce, just try and work things out!"

"Monica, please don't start. Just let me talk to Rachel. Please."

"Fine." Monica turned around. "Rach, it's him. Do you want to talk?"

"Can you put it on speaker? I don't feel like getting up," Rachel said softly. Monica obliged.

"Rachel?"

"It's me," she said quietly. "What do you want?"

"Rachel, please! I was stupid to agree with you! I don't want to divorce! Please! We can work this out! Just come home! Please!"

"It won't work, Ross," Rachel replied, crying again. "It'll just happen again. We were right. Maybe we would be better off apart."

"No, we wouldn't!" Ross insisted. "We can work through this! I'll take more time off! Heck, I'll quit! Whatever it takes! Just please, come back!" He choked up. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Rachel!"

"Take it off, Monica," Rachel begged. "I can't deal with this." She buried her face in a pillow and cried.

"Monica picked up the receiver. "Look, Ross, she doesn't want to talk right now."

"Monica, talk to her! She might listen to you! Try to convince her not to do this! Please!" Ross sounded desperate.

"I'll try, but I can't force her to do anything," Monica warned.

"Just try! Please, Monica! I…I can't live without her!" He choked up again. "I love her."

"I know you do, Ross. You know it, I know it, and she knows it. But I can't push her into anything." Then Monica hung up the phone and went to comfort a sobbing Rachel.

PRESENT

"And that was it," Mrs. Bing said quietly. "The end of a long, long era."

Mrs. Geller had her head down and her eyes closed, as though trying to block out what her friend was saying. Mr. Geller looked heartbroken, like he was reliving the moment all over again.

"So you could not convince Mrs. Geller to drop the divorce?"  Francis clarified.

"Well, we're here, aren't we?" said Mrs. Bing bitterly. "I guess not. She was tired of the pain and the fighting."

"Well, there you have it!" said Francis triumphantly. "Mrs. Geller initiated this divorce against her husband's will, not caring about any of the pain and sadness she caused him! She acted heartlessly and callously!"

"Okay, did you not hear what I just said?" asked Mrs. Bing.

"Objection!" yelled Mrs. Geller, jumping to her feet.

"You can't do that," snapped Francis. "You're not a lawyer!"

"Yes Ms. Francis, but her lawyer left the room, and she is therefore entitled to handle her own case," said the judge calmly. "Mrs. Geller?"

"I am SO sick of her walking around and saying I initiated this thing without even thinking about my husband's feelings!" Mrs. Geller raged. "This was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, harder even than the first time we broke up! Of course I thought about his feelings! I knew it would be hard! But it was hard on me, too! You don't know! You don't realize that I keep wishing we didn't have to do this! That I haven't laughed in three months! That I've cried myself to sleep every single night!" She broke off, tears running down her cheeks.

Mr. Bing, Mr. Tribianni, and Ms. Buffay all jumped to their feet, but Mr. Geller was quicker. He instinctively leapt up and ran across the aisle to his soon-to-be-ex-wife and put his arms around her. She cried into his shoulder, not even thinking about where they were or what they were supposed to be doing.

"Mr. Geller, please take your seat," said the judge. "Mrs. Geller, please control yourself. And Ms. Francis, Mrs. Geller has a point. Please stop. Continue."

"Yes, Your Honor," sulked Francis. She turned and faced Mrs. Bing. "Mrs. Bing, I suppose I don't even have to ask. The Gellers always seemed perfectly happy to you, didn't they?"

"Of course," answered Mrs. Bing. "And I don't know anyone who would say otherwise."

"Oh really?" Francis smiled maliciously. "How about them?"

"Them too."

"Let's ask." Francis turned to her client. "Mr. Geller, did you always feel happy in your marriage?"

"Yes," he replied, glaring at her.

"Fine. Mrs. Geller?"

"Of course," said Mrs. Geller.

"Fine," snapped Francis. "That's what you say. But then why are you here?"

"How about you stop pressing them and go back to questioning my wife like you're being paid to do," Mr. Bing said.

"Mr. Bing, please remain silent unless given permission to speak," said the judge.

"Aw man, it's like kindergarten," he whined.

"Finally, Chandler's back with people his own age," said Ms. Buffay.

"You too, Ms. Buffay."

"Mrs. Bing," Francis broke in, "Did Mr. and Mrs. Geller ever have any children?"

"No," said Mrs. Bing. "They tried for awhile, but it never happened. (AN: No Emma!) They probably would have if only they would have stayed married."

"But they didn't," said Francis shortly. "Oh well. You're just the same as your friends and your husband, aren't you? You're convinced they never cheated, they never tried to buy each other out, they were always happy and crazy in love! Is that what you think?" She was getting worked up.

"As a matter of fact, yes," said Mrs. Bing calmly, which she knew would drive it home.

"Damnit people, give me something to work with!" exploded Francis. "Give me the dirt! I can't make these people look like the scum they are otherwise!"

"That will do, Mrs. Francis," said the judge. "Most unfortunately, I now have to expel you too from the courtroom and let your client handle the case on his own."

"What's unfortunate about that?" muttered Mr. Geller. The judge ignored him.

"Please leave."

"Fine!" She turned, picked up her briefcase and glanced at Mr. Geller. "Good luck with single life. Don't get too happy," she said sarcastically.

"I doubt it," he snapped at her. She stomped off and turned to Mrs. Geller.

"Have fun with your divorce. Don't hurt his feelings too much," she said in the same tone.

"Like I would," retorted Mrs. Geller.

"Who cares? He's your ex," yelled Francis.

"Not yet," said Mrs. Geller, Mr. Geller, the judge, and the Bings at the same time.

"Yeah, whatever," Francis responded. "So, you really haven't been sleeping with anyone else, huh?"

"Ms. Francis, I asked you to leave!" yelled the judge, finally losing his temper.

"You know I haven't," Mrs. Geller snapped. "I happen to love my husband." Several people started at her present tense choice of words. Francis turned on her heel and left.

"I thought I'd never get rid of both of them," said the judge, relieved. "All right, Mrs. Bing, you may take your seat. Mr. and Mrs. Geller, you will handle your own case from this point forward. We will continue after a fifteen minute recess, because I need to go and clear my head!" He banged the gavel.

"Thank God!" yelled Mr. Tribianni. "I have to pee SO bad!"

TBC

Man, that whole divorce thing made me sad to write! Oh well, I'm a big girl. I didn't cry. Anyway, please please please review! I think I'll wrap this up in one more chapter, which will hopefully come soon! Thanks! Bye!