He threw the keys down on his Pottery Barn coffee table, and fell into the couch. He had been looking forward all day to the documentary about Velocoraptors that was to air on the Learning channel. That was at eight though. Ross looked at his watch. 6:30. An hour and a half to wait. As Ross began to flip through the channels to kill time, there was a faint knock at his door. Nothing could prepare him for the journey that would be started by his answering the door.
A woman, blond hair, probably about 35, stood at the door, holding the hand of a small child.
"Can I help you?"
"I hope so, are you Ross Gellar?"
"Yeah, that's me. I'm...Ross."
"Yeah, well a guy came by while you were gone and left this for you."
"Left what for me?"
"This," she said again, tugging at the kid.
Ross did his trademark nervous Ross laugh. "That's not my kid. Is this a joke?"
"No. The guy seemed pretty serious. He said this kid is supposed to stay with Ross Gellar tonight."
"Wait, you're serious? A random guy, a stranger, came by while I was gone and said that this kid was supposed to stay with me tonight?"
She nodded.
"I can't believe this. Ok, leave him here, I'll find out what I can. What did the guy look like?"
"Kind of short and stalky, bushy brown hair, British accent, middle-aged."
"I don't know ANYBODY like that. Ok, well, thanks...I guess."
"No problem."
She left, left Ross in a daze, and with a kid he didn't know from Adam, and a description that rang no bells.
***
Ross babysat the kid for the night, which wasn't long since the kid, whose name turned out to be Timmy, was out like a baby by the time the Velocoraptor show was half over. Timmy slept on the couch that night.
The next morning, while eating breakfast, Ross questioned the six-year-old.
"Timmy, where did you come from?"
"Home."
"Where's home?"
Timmy shrugged his shoulders.
"What, you don't know, where you live?"
"I live in New York."
"But where in New York?"
"A building."
Ross realized that the kid didn't have any understanding of where he lived other than in a general sense.
"Ok, do you know why you're here?"
"Mommy told me not to tell that to anyone while we're apart."
Ross was thouroughly freaked out now. He decided that this wasn't his problem. He'd never seen the kid before in his life. After breakfast, Ross took Timmy to a shelter for orphaned children. It took a few hours for the place to accept the kid, so Ross missed his first two classes of the day. He never stopped thinking about the freaky events of the passed night and morning. This, combined with the fact that he missed Rachel and Emma, who were gone for a few days on Dr. Greene's boat, caused Ross to be preoccupied the whole day. This was obvious as many of his pothead-students kept asking, 'Supityu?'
As it turned out, Ross wouldn't be worrying for much longer.
As he walked into his apartement that evening, he found a typewritten letter left under the door. He ripped the envelope open and began reading to himself:
Dear, Ross
You can't know how sorry I am about this. I never meant to drag you into this. But I don't really have a choice now. I know the last thing you need probably is a kid you don't know, but, it would be good if you get could get a bit used to him before I reveal myself to you. Please, do that. Once you have, you can contact me via e-mail at vixen-E@hotmail.com. Contact me only after you've gotten used to him.
Sincerely,
Annonymous
Ross paced back and forth for a while before racing over to Monica and Chandler's apartment to tell them all that had happened in the past 24 hours.
"Oh my God!" Monica and Chandler yelled in unison. "Wh-how-whe-why-what?", Monica stammered.
"Yup, there ya go," replied Ross.
"What're ya gonna do, man?" Chandler asked with a concerned voice.
"I don't know. I guess I'm gonna go e-mail this lady. I wanna find out what the hell is going on, and soon, before Rach and Emma get back. Rach is pregnant, I don't wanna cause her any more stress than she needs."
"That's probably a good idea," Monica replied.
"You can use my laptop if need to," offered Chandler.
"Thanks."
Ross pulled up the laptop and logged into his e-mail account. The e-mail was short and brief.
To Whom it may concern,
I am Ross Gellar. The kid that was put in my care last night is now in an orphanage. I didn't know what else to do. What would you do if a kid you'd never seen before was suddenly thrown on your lap with no clue as to where it came from? So, sorry, I didn't recieve your letter until after I gave the kid up. And because of that, I'm sorry, but I'm not at all used to this kid. Now will you please tell me what any of this has to do with me, and maybe who you are?
Sincerely,
Ross Gellar
Ross then ate dinner with Monica and Chandler to take his mind off of everything. They started watching a movie afterwards, but ten minutes into it, the laptop beeped, signalling that Ross had a new e-mail. Ross slowly got up to check it. There was one new message from VixenE@hotmail.com.
Dear Ross,
How could you have done this? This is terrible! We need to meet at once, it's urgent! Meet me in the coffee house you frequent with your friends in twenty minutes. Hurry!
Paniced,
Annoymous
Ross got a bit frightened after reading it.
"She says that it's terrible that I gave the kid up to the orphanage, and she wants to meet me in the coffee house in twenty minutes. How does she even know about the coffee house? She has to be someone I know or knew." Ross rubbed his eyes.
"Excellent deduction, Sherlock," said Chandler.
"Hey," Ross suddenly went into mental-gellar mode, "I don't need your sarcastic comments right now Chandler!" He paused, "I'm sorry, I'm just under a lot of stress. I gotta go."
Monica and Chandler wished Ross good luck as he made his way out the door, down the stairs, into the coffee house, and into the shock of his life.
To be continued...
A woman, blond hair, probably about 35, stood at the door, holding the hand of a small child.
"Can I help you?"
"I hope so, are you Ross Gellar?"
"Yeah, that's me. I'm...Ross."
"Yeah, well a guy came by while you were gone and left this for you."
"Left what for me?"
"This," she said again, tugging at the kid.
Ross did his trademark nervous Ross laugh. "That's not my kid. Is this a joke?"
"No. The guy seemed pretty serious. He said this kid is supposed to stay with Ross Gellar tonight."
"Wait, you're serious? A random guy, a stranger, came by while I was gone and said that this kid was supposed to stay with me tonight?"
She nodded.
"I can't believe this. Ok, leave him here, I'll find out what I can. What did the guy look like?"
"Kind of short and stalky, bushy brown hair, British accent, middle-aged."
"I don't know ANYBODY like that. Ok, well, thanks...I guess."
"No problem."
She left, left Ross in a daze, and with a kid he didn't know from Adam, and a description that rang no bells.
***
Ross babysat the kid for the night, which wasn't long since the kid, whose name turned out to be Timmy, was out like a baby by the time the Velocoraptor show was half over. Timmy slept on the couch that night.
The next morning, while eating breakfast, Ross questioned the six-year-old.
"Timmy, where did you come from?"
"Home."
"Where's home?"
Timmy shrugged his shoulders.
"What, you don't know, where you live?"
"I live in New York."
"But where in New York?"
"A building."
Ross realized that the kid didn't have any understanding of where he lived other than in a general sense.
"Ok, do you know why you're here?"
"Mommy told me not to tell that to anyone while we're apart."
Ross was thouroughly freaked out now. He decided that this wasn't his problem. He'd never seen the kid before in his life. After breakfast, Ross took Timmy to a shelter for orphaned children. It took a few hours for the place to accept the kid, so Ross missed his first two classes of the day. He never stopped thinking about the freaky events of the passed night and morning. This, combined with the fact that he missed Rachel and Emma, who were gone for a few days on Dr. Greene's boat, caused Ross to be preoccupied the whole day. This was obvious as many of his pothead-students kept asking, 'Supityu?'
As it turned out, Ross wouldn't be worrying for much longer.
As he walked into his apartement that evening, he found a typewritten letter left under the door. He ripped the envelope open and began reading to himself:
Dear, Ross
You can't know how sorry I am about this. I never meant to drag you into this. But I don't really have a choice now. I know the last thing you need probably is a kid you don't know, but, it would be good if you get could get a bit used to him before I reveal myself to you. Please, do that. Once you have, you can contact me via e-mail at vixen-E@hotmail.com. Contact me only after you've gotten used to him.
Sincerely,
Annonymous
Ross paced back and forth for a while before racing over to Monica and Chandler's apartment to tell them all that had happened in the past 24 hours.
"Oh my God!" Monica and Chandler yelled in unison. "Wh-how-whe-why-what?", Monica stammered.
"Yup, there ya go," replied Ross.
"What're ya gonna do, man?" Chandler asked with a concerned voice.
"I don't know. I guess I'm gonna go e-mail this lady. I wanna find out what the hell is going on, and soon, before Rach and Emma get back. Rach is pregnant, I don't wanna cause her any more stress than she needs."
"That's probably a good idea," Monica replied.
"You can use my laptop if need to," offered Chandler.
"Thanks."
Ross pulled up the laptop and logged into his e-mail account. The e-mail was short and brief.
To Whom it may concern,
I am Ross Gellar. The kid that was put in my care last night is now in an orphanage. I didn't know what else to do. What would you do if a kid you'd never seen before was suddenly thrown on your lap with no clue as to where it came from? So, sorry, I didn't recieve your letter until after I gave the kid up. And because of that, I'm sorry, but I'm not at all used to this kid. Now will you please tell me what any of this has to do with me, and maybe who you are?
Sincerely,
Ross Gellar
Ross then ate dinner with Monica and Chandler to take his mind off of everything. They started watching a movie afterwards, but ten minutes into it, the laptop beeped, signalling that Ross had a new e-mail. Ross slowly got up to check it. There was one new message from VixenE@hotmail.com.
Dear Ross,
How could you have done this? This is terrible! We need to meet at once, it's urgent! Meet me in the coffee house you frequent with your friends in twenty minutes. Hurry!
Paniced,
Annoymous
Ross got a bit frightened after reading it.
"She says that it's terrible that I gave the kid up to the orphanage, and she wants to meet me in the coffee house in twenty minutes. How does she even know about the coffee house? She has to be someone I know or knew." Ross rubbed his eyes.
"Excellent deduction, Sherlock," said Chandler.
"Hey," Ross suddenly went into mental-gellar mode, "I don't need your sarcastic comments right now Chandler!" He paused, "I'm sorry, I'm just under a lot of stress. I gotta go."
Monica and Chandler wished Ross good luck as he made his way out the door, down the stairs, into the coffee house, and into the shock of his life.
To be continued...