The Pact-Chapter 3

Hey all! Thanks for the lovely reviews again! If you don't see ur review up, however, it's because ffnet went through some errors (surprising, eh?) and it was never posted. However, I did see the reviews and thank you so much!:) Hmm, what else is on the agenda? Oh yes! You'll all notice that my pen name is changed from "Becca" to "Becca Bing". Not a huge change, I know, but I just want to make sure ya'll know it's me.;) Due to recent policy change at ffnet, it was either completely change my pen name or become Becca7. Now, as much as I adore the #7 (as does Monica) I didn't really want it with my pen name. Plus, Bing is just cool cuz it's Bing. Need I explain more?:p Oh and Gracie3 (was ur name just Gracie before ffnet changed its policy? Lol) if u're still reading this, omg!! Rent! Whoo! Ok, so while I was reading ur review, u had typed out the words to 'Rent' (the actual song) and as I was reading them, I had been listening to them! It that not so ironic?! I was gonna send u a scary-ass e-mail about it, but then I didn't cuz I scare people like that and u havta be in that hyper-random e-mail type mood to send one…ya know? That mood usually comes to me at 12 am on a Saturday night, actually. And, snipah higgins, if u're still reading, yes, I've seen the Newsies, but it was a long time ago (5th grade music class, to be exact). Lol, sorry, I know, I'm disappointing.:( Wow, this a/n is long – sorry. Well, please read and review, thanks!:)

Ross entered his apartment with a huge, cardboard box in his arms. Sweat beads gathered on his forehead and he contorted his red face in pain as he dropped the box on the ground at his feet. Upon noticing the words "Fragile" written on the box in big black letters, he bit his lip and backed away from the box slowly. He gasped, startled, when he heard a feminine yelp. He turned around only to realize he had backed directly into Rachel. She held a scornful look on her face as she placed a blue lamp on a table near the door. Ross looked back at her sheepishly.

"Is that the last box?" he questioned.

"Yes, finally!" Rachel sighed, exasperated.

"Ha, you sound like you were the one who dragged 500 pairs of boots a across the street and up to the apartment."

"Hey! That lamp was pretty heavy!" off his unconvinced look, she mumbled, "And I don't have 500 pairs of boots."

"Fine, 499."

Rachel shook her head reproachfully although she chuckled lightly. She was relived that Ross hadn't complained much about moving her possessions alone. After all, he was prone to whining excessively, at times. Still, Rachel felt guilty for forbidding Ross to ask Chandler for help. However, if he had asked Chandler for help, that would've involved Monica, and Rachel wasn't quite ready to speak to Monica again, although she was excited to see how Monica would react to their speedy marriages, since she was against them getting married – ever.  

As Rachel moved towards her bedroom, Emma bounced into the living room, beaming from ear to ear. Rachel couldn't remember a time when Emma had been as happy as she was at that moment. Rachel smiled at Ross, who was grinning at their daughter, and then she turned towards Emma.

"So, you're really married to mommy?" Emma asked Ross, incredulously.

Ross knelt down, so that he was at Emma's eye level. "You betcha."

Emma giggled and jumped into her father's arms. Then, she scrambled out of Ross' arms and tugged on Rachel's arm, until she was standing next to them.

"You have to kiss daddy," Emma stated confidently.

"You know what," Ross laughed nervously, "How 'bout another time?"

Emma gave him a disappointed look, "But they do it on TV."

Ross sighed and looked at Rachel helplessly. She shrugged in return and planted a soft kiss on Ross' lips. Emma clapped and hugged her mother gratefully.

"Okay, now you havta do private mommy and daddy stuff."

Ross coughed. "What?"

"I dunno. Danielle told me that's what her mommy and daddy do."

"Well, Aunt Monica and Uncle Chandler aren't normal," Rachel spat.

Ross elbowed Rachel gently. "Okay, mommy and daddy will do our private mommy and daddy…stuff. You go into your room and play, okay?"

"Okay," Emma agreed as she skipped giddily to her bedroom.

Once she was out of sight, Ross and Rachel shared horrified looks.

Phoebe sat in the black barkalounger in Joey's living room. She looked to her left and then her right, before spinning around and crying, "wheeee!" a few times.

Joey exited his bedroom and smiled. "Ok, all the boxes are in our room."

Phoebe spun around once more before rising, wobbling slightly on her legs. She entered the bedroom and sighed, not in the mood to unpack. For a split second, she thought of calling Monica, but then remembered they were fighting. However, as soon as she opened her box, Joey re-entered the bedroom and tapped on her on the shoulder.

"So," he began suggestively, "Wanna consummate our marriage?"

"How do you know the word consummated?"

"I dunno, how do you know the word consummated?"

"Hmm…good point…"

Phoebe studied Joey for a moment. Even though they were technically married, she was a bit weary of sleeping with him. They weren't in love or anything. Then again, maybe sex would change that. After all, didn't something like that happen to Chandler and Monica? Plus, they were already sharing a bed. It was expected, right?

"Okay…"

"Really?!"

Joey was surprised at her answer. He had thought it would take more wearing down than that in order to get her to agree. Phoebe had her principles – in her own, strange way. Still, as he stared at Phoebe, she showed no signs of backing down.

"Looks like I definitely married the right woman!"

Phoebe giggled flirtatiously, while Joey walked over to her. He smiled back and tucked a lose strand of blond hair behind ear, then kissed her neck softly. Phoebe rolled her head back and sighed, before Joey whispered in her ear.

"Are you sure? We can stop, I promise."

"I'm sure."

Joey smiled slightly and kissed Phoebe her lips. Then, he laid her down softly on the bed, before climbing on top of her.

"If you're sure…"

Ross and Rachel sat next to each other at their kitchen table. The room was almost completely dark, aside from the candles that illuminated the room with a soft, yellow glow. Ross looked at Rachel and smiled, not looking away until she smiled back at him. Then, they both looked down at their plates of food again.

They had decided to take things slow – tonight was their first date. Rachel shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Something felt strange about their date, although she couldn't put her finger on it. Perhaps, it was the fact that they hadn't dated in over 10 years. She found herself wanting to finish eating and leave. Of course, she technically couldn't leave. They lived together now.

What was wrong with her? Why did she only love Ross at the wrong times – like while he was dating Julie or right before he married Emily? Now, she had the chance to love him as a husband and she couldn't. Well, she'd have to pretend, wouldn't she?

Ross was slightly nervous. Of course, he had dated Rachel in the past, but it was never as crucial as it was now for them to fall in love – again. He looked up at Rachel and began to wonder if they had ever fallen out of love to begin with. He still had feelings for her, although not as strong as they once were.

Maybe he was just hiding his feelings before because he thought he'd never have the chance to be with her again. Well, if that was the case, now was the time to let that love grow once again. Ross leaned in and slipped his hand in hers. Rachel sighed, and Ross eyed her questioningly.

"How do you like the dinner?" Ross asked softly.

"Yeah, it's great," Rachel answered distractedly.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine…it's just…today was a long day with the moving and all that."

"Oh."

Rachel rose from her spot. "I think I'll do the dishes and then go to bed."

"No, I've got the dishes – just go to bed."

She smiled slightly. "Thanks, Ross."

"You're welcome."

Ross briefly wondered whether or not he should kiss her, but before he even got the chance, she had retreated to her bedroom. He frowned and picked up the dishes. Hopefully, their next date would go better.

Phoebe lay wrapped in Joey's arms beneath the sheets on their bed. He was running his hand up and down her arm groggily. Phoebe shifted uncomfortably, not really paying attention to her surroundings.

"You okay?" Joey questioned.

"Mmhmm."

"You sure? You seem like you're on some distant planet or…something…"

Phoebe forced herself out of her daze and looked at Joey. "I'm fine. Really."

Phoebe then planted a soft kiss on Joey's lips, "You were quite good."

Joey smiled proudly, "I know."

Phoebe laughed and then silence fell upon the couple once more.

After ten minutes, Joey fell asleep. Sleep, however, didn't come as easily to Phoebe. So, she got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of milk. However, she noticed a bottle of wine in the refrigerator. She picked it up and held it in her right hand, while she held the milk in her left.

After a minute, she sighed and replaced the wine bottle in the refrigerator. Then, she poured the milk into a pot and began to boil it. As she waited for the milk to boil, she found herself unconsciously opening the refrigerator door once more. This time, she grabbed the wine bottle and poured herself a glass, filled to the brim. One glass wouldn't hurt. In fact, maybe it would help her get to sleep. She took the glass of wine and sat on the barkalounger, turning on the television and staring at it blankly, realizing she would, in fact, be up all night.

Ok, I promise I'm getting to the good stuff. I just had to get this outta the way, lol. Yen, where are u?! Get online! I havta tell u how the alarm went off on me today in my house and the police came and I was in my pajamas and my capn crunch went soggy! Hehe, oh wait, I just told u the entire story.... lol. Anyways, thank you all for reading and please leave me a review, thanks! To be continued soon…(damn drivers ed takes away my writing time – 3 days a week, 3 hours a day, 3 weeks of classroom sh.it *pokes it with a fork*)