A/N: I don't own the character or anything about Friends. This fic is purely for the entertainment of fans. I'm not making any money from this. WB and NBC own Friends.
Summary: Four people ought to change the world forever... Will love interfere? (R&R and C&M.. P&J???)
A No man's land
Prologue
Once upon a time...I know it sounds like a silly clishe. Stories always start with those tree little words. But I must use them now. I must because how else could I begin a story as beautiful as any fairytale ever exsisted, as poetic as any poem ever written. This ain't a story though. This actually happend a long, long time ago.
It was 1802. That year the weather had been colder than usually and due to that the crops were smaller. It was a though year for farmers. In a small town lived a poor farmer, Jack Geller, with his two children Ross and Monica. Usually farming was mens job, not in this family. Monica also had to plow, but she had gotten used to doing manly thigs since she was the only girl in the family. You see Ross and Monica's mom died when they were only little kids.
Monica didn't mind though. It was usefull for her to learn things like that. Some day soon she'd had to start bringing her own food on the table. Ross had also, despite all the dissapprovals, taught her how to fight. He told her it was necesary for her to know how to hit someone to survive in the world they were living in. Ross was very protective of her little sister 'cause he knew that some day she'd grow up to be an outstanding beauty and that day it would become even more difficult for her to live in mens world where women were thought as free game.
Ross knew he wouldn't always be able to be there for her and that's why he wanted to make sure she could survive on her own. Monica was a fast learner and she had gotten really good at fighting. She was quick on her feet and got even quicker every day. Her hits came fast and her kicks even faster. She was so good at avoiding hits that it was almost impossible to get her, not that Ross would ever hit her seriously . He usually just pretended to hit her or then hit her really gently.
Ross was only 13 and Monica just two years younger than him when their father had to sell the farm. Afterwards Ross had to start working in the near by mansion owned by the welthy Green family while Monica worked in a convent helping nuns. There she learned how to read and write. That time was hard for them due to the fact that they hardly ever saw each other and when they did Ross just taught Monica new fighting moves that he had learned from the other guys at work. Monica on the other hand taught Ross how to read and write. Basicly it was just work after work, but it was a must to survive.
Time passed by slowly. Winters were cold 'and they didn't have enough money to heat the house that often and most of the fire wood was used in cooking. But the Geller siblings never complained. They knew things could be much worse. They always stood by each other what ever happended and it made things a lot easier.
As time went by and Monica grew more beautiful by the second and Ross grew stronger and more protective of her they realized how much more they wanted from life than to be stuck in the little poor village they were living in.
Still something inside of her, eensy-weensy bit of hope, knew that there was something more coming to her, something more than this. And the same bit of hope was deep inside of her brother as well. That hope was what conected them to each other forever.
....And they were right, 'cause the future stood right before them, and it held big things.
Coming: The introduction of Chandler Bing and Rachel Green.
Please Read and Review to let me know wheter or not I should presume this story. If I get ten something reviews I promise I will write the next chapter ASAP. :)
--- Sorry for blackmailing. I know I'm terrible. I just want my stories to have readers. There's no use of writing if there's no one to write to. :)
Everybody who reviews, even if it's a bad review, gets and "internet hug" from me :). (What ever that is?!)
But no flames. If you think this is bad tell me how to make it better don't leave it to: "You suck!" Tell me why?
Summary: Four people ought to change the world forever... Will love interfere? (R&R and C&M.. P&J???)
A No man's land
Prologue
Once upon a time...I know it sounds like a silly clishe. Stories always start with those tree little words. But I must use them now. I must because how else could I begin a story as beautiful as any fairytale ever exsisted, as poetic as any poem ever written. This ain't a story though. This actually happend a long, long time ago.
It was 1802. That year the weather had been colder than usually and due to that the crops were smaller. It was a though year for farmers. In a small town lived a poor farmer, Jack Geller, with his two children Ross and Monica. Usually farming was mens job, not in this family. Monica also had to plow, but she had gotten used to doing manly thigs since she was the only girl in the family. You see Ross and Monica's mom died when they were only little kids.
Monica didn't mind though. It was usefull for her to learn things like that. Some day soon she'd had to start bringing her own food on the table. Ross had also, despite all the dissapprovals, taught her how to fight. He told her it was necesary for her to know how to hit someone to survive in the world they were living in. Ross was very protective of her little sister 'cause he knew that some day she'd grow up to be an outstanding beauty and that day it would become even more difficult for her to live in mens world where women were thought as free game.
Ross knew he wouldn't always be able to be there for her and that's why he wanted to make sure she could survive on her own. Monica was a fast learner and she had gotten really good at fighting. She was quick on her feet and got even quicker every day. Her hits came fast and her kicks even faster. She was so good at avoiding hits that it was almost impossible to get her, not that Ross would ever hit her seriously . He usually just pretended to hit her or then hit her really gently.
Ross was only 13 and Monica just two years younger than him when their father had to sell the farm. Afterwards Ross had to start working in the near by mansion owned by the welthy Green family while Monica worked in a convent helping nuns. There she learned how to read and write. That time was hard for them due to the fact that they hardly ever saw each other and when they did Ross just taught Monica new fighting moves that he had learned from the other guys at work. Monica on the other hand taught Ross how to read and write. Basicly it was just work after work, but it was a must to survive.
Time passed by slowly. Winters were cold 'and they didn't have enough money to heat the house that often and most of the fire wood was used in cooking. But the Geller siblings never complained. They knew things could be much worse. They always stood by each other what ever happended and it made things a lot easier.
As time went by and Monica grew more beautiful by the second and Ross grew stronger and more protective of her they realized how much more they wanted from life than to be stuck in the little poor village they were living in.
Still something inside of her, eensy-weensy bit of hope, knew that there was something more coming to her, something more than this. And the same bit of hope was deep inside of her brother as well. That hope was what conected them to each other forever.
....And they were right, 'cause the future stood right before them, and it held big things.
Coming: The introduction of Chandler Bing and Rachel Green.
Please Read and Review to let me know wheter or not I should presume this story. If I get ten something reviews I promise I will write the next chapter ASAP. :)
--- Sorry for blackmailing. I know I'm terrible. I just want my stories to have readers. There's no use of writing if there's no one to write to. :)
Everybody who reviews, even if it's a bad review, gets and "internet hug" from me :). (What ever that is?!)
But no flames. If you think this is bad tell me how to make it better don't leave it to: "You suck!" Tell me why?
