Somewhere
Author's Note: The final chapter! Here it is! The end! Read, enjoy, and review! The song used is Somewhere from West Side Story.
UPDATED - I'll say this again - If you don't like this, don't review. Bad reviews are pointless. I welcome criticism but there's no need to insult me. I know I've made Ross rather harsh, so don't tell me that, I know. But it was needed for the purpose of this story, so it happened.
Premise: Rachel returns to New York.....
Disclaimer: I do not own Joey or Rachel, but can I please borrow them for a day sometime?
There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere
Rachel's hands steered the car along the street, her eyes fixated on the street, but her mind was not concentrating on driving.
All she could think of was Joey.
She was going to see him again. She was going to be with him again. She was goign to hold him, to kiss him, to love him. She was going to go to sleep in his arms every night. Nothing would ever tear them apart again.
She entered the moonlit streets of New York City. Even though the sun had not yet risen, there were quite a few cars already on the road. Rahcle's mind was on automatic; even though she hadn't been here in six years, she knew these streets like the back of her hand.
She steered the car around a corner, and gave a start of surprise when she realised that this was it. This was the street where she'd lived for eleven years. This was the street where Joey was. This was the street where she'd be happy again.
There's a time for us
Some day a time for us
Time together with time to spare
Time to learn, time to care
Some day
Somewhere
She looked up at the building she hadn't seen for six years, except in her dreams.
All the windows were black with darkness. She saw the balcony of Monica and Chandler's apartment, and remembered her last memory of being there.
It was the day before Ross had taken her away. She was looking out at the sparkling lights of the city, with Joey's arms wrapped around her. She remembered the sweet touch of his lips; the touch that had taunted her for years, the touch she was forbidden to have; the touch she was desperate for.
She ran into the building, almost tripping up as she vaulted up the stairs. The dull lights made little difference in the darkness, and she squinted, trying desparately to find the right one.
There it was. Number 19.
We'll find a new way of living
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere
She froze.
For the first time since she'd left the house last night, doubts entered her mind. What if he hadn't forgiven her for leaving? What if he was scared of getting his heart broken again? What if he thought it wasn't worth the risk?
She had to take the risk. She needed to see his face again. Now she'd finally left Ross, she couldn't imagine what would happen if she wasn't with Joey.
She loved him. And love conquers all.
She raised her hand and knocked at the door.
There's a place for us
A time and a place for us
Hold my hand and we're halfway there
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Joey's head shot up at three sharp raps at his door.
Who would come here at six in the morning? Monica, Chandler and Phoebe were the only ones who would possibly call at his hour, and they would have let themselves in.
Three more knocks.
Thinking it must be important, Joey heaved himself out of the barcolounger and walked slowly over to the door.
He opened it, and his jaw dropped.
It was Rachel.
Somehow
It was Joey.
He looked no different, apart form the sadness which appeared to have been etched onto his face. This was the Joey she had loved, this was the Joey she would love forever.
She just stood there, a bag by her side, waiting for him to do something.
He just stared at her. Then she noticed a tear drop from his eye and slide down his face.
She didn't know what to do.
Someday
Joey felt the tear slide down his cheek, but he still didn't move.
This was Rachel, the woman he had fallen in love with nine years ago, the woman he would always love for the rest of his years. she was standing right in front of him, looking more beautiful than ever, and he couldn't move.
Suddenly, she moved fowards. Her hand brushed his, and they slid together, the warm skin rubbing each other gently.
He was touching her for the first time in six years.
Somewhere
She fell into his arms, smelling his body, holding him tight.
He let her fall into his arms, sniffing her hair, holding her tight.
They were together again.
Author's Note: The final chapter! Here it is! The end! Read, enjoy, and review! The song used is Somewhere from West Side Story.
UPDATED - I'll say this again - If you don't like this, don't review. Bad reviews are pointless. I welcome criticism but there's no need to insult me. I know I've made Ross rather harsh, so don't tell me that, I know. But it was needed for the purpose of this story, so it happened.
Premise: Rachel returns to New York.....
Disclaimer: I do not own Joey or Rachel, but can I please borrow them for a day sometime?
There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere
Rachel's hands steered the car along the street, her eyes fixated on the street, but her mind was not concentrating on driving.
All she could think of was Joey.
She was going to see him again. She was going to be with him again. She was goign to hold him, to kiss him, to love him. She was going to go to sleep in his arms every night. Nothing would ever tear them apart again.
She entered the moonlit streets of New York City. Even though the sun had not yet risen, there were quite a few cars already on the road. Rahcle's mind was on automatic; even though she hadn't been here in six years, she knew these streets like the back of her hand.
She steered the car around a corner, and gave a start of surprise when she realised that this was it. This was the street where she'd lived for eleven years. This was the street where Joey was. This was the street where she'd be happy again.
There's a time for us
Some day a time for us
Time together with time to spare
Time to learn, time to care
Some day
Somewhere
She looked up at the building she hadn't seen for six years, except in her dreams.
All the windows were black with darkness. She saw the balcony of Monica and Chandler's apartment, and remembered her last memory of being there.
It was the day before Ross had taken her away. She was looking out at the sparkling lights of the city, with Joey's arms wrapped around her. She remembered the sweet touch of his lips; the touch that had taunted her for years, the touch she was forbidden to have; the touch she was desperate for.
She ran into the building, almost tripping up as she vaulted up the stairs. The dull lights made little difference in the darkness, and she squinted, trying desparately to find the right one.
There it was. Number 19.
We'll find a new way of living
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere
She froze.
For the first time since she'd left the house last night, doubts entered her mind. What if he hadn't forgiven her for leaving? What if he was scared of getting his heart broken again? What if he thought it wasn't worth the risk?
She had to take the risk. She needed to see his face again. Now she'd finally left Ross, she couldn't imagine what would happen if she wasn't with Joey.
She loved him. And love conquers all.
She raised her hand and knocked at the door.
There's a place for us
A time and a place for us
Hold my hand and we're halfway there
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Joey's head shot up at three sharp raps at his door.
Who would come here at six in the morning? Monica, Chandler and Phoebe were the only ones who would possibly call at his hour, and they would have let themselves in.
Three more knocks.
Thinking it must be important, Joey heaved himself out of the barcolounger and walked slowly over to the door.
He opened it, and his jaw dropped.
It was Rachel.
Somehow
It was Joey.
He looked no different, apart form the sadness which appeared to have been etched onto his face. This was the Joey she had loved, this was the Joey she would love forever.
She just stood there, a bag by her side, waiting for him to do something.
He just stared at her. Then she noticed a tear drop from his eye and slide down his face.
She didn't know what to do.
Someday
Joey felt the tear slide down his cheek, but he still didn't move.
This was Rachel, the woman he had fallen in love with nine years ago, the woman he would always love for the rest of his years. she was standing right in front of him, looking more beautiful than ever, and he couldn't move.
Suddenly, she moved fowards. Her hand brushed his, and they slid together, the warm skin rubbing each other gently.
He was touching her for the first time in six years.
Somewhere
She fell into his arms, smelling his body, holding him tight.
He let her fall into his arms, sniffing her hair, holding her tight.
They were together again.