Bound Together by Tragedy
A/N: This is a sad fic. Well, at least I hope so. If I can make one person cry with this fic, I can do anything. :) Okay, I also wanted to apolgize for my recent absence from FF.net. Technical difficulties and a bad case of writers block. I promise, my other fics will be up and running soon. Please have patience. And like I've said before: If you would like, I will give any writer one of my unfinnished fics. I think they are good, and deserve to at least be finished. I also want to announce the fact that I may soon be retiring from FF.net. We'll see how it goes. So, enjoy! ____________________________________________________________________
"Pink, o-or yellow, Mon?"
Rachel's soft voice opened Monica's eyes. Monica sat at the end of the pink canopy bed, staring at the two small sun dresses Rachel held out in front of her. Monica looked away, then at her hands. How was it, that after "Do you take this man to be you husband?" and "Should we just separate?" the question of pink or yellow would be one of the hardest questions Monica would have to answer?
"You chose." She whispered. Tears filled her eyes. "Although, I always though of Hayley as a yellow sort of girl." She added. Rachel nodded solomnly and faced the closet.
"I think the yellow is perfect." Rachel agreed. Monica put her head in her hands and began to sob. Rachel watched helplessly. Monica had been like this for days.
"Maybe I should call Chandler........." Rachel tried, hoping to make Monica's mood change.
"No." Monica sniffed. "I don't need him. He knows. If he shows up, he does." She said, straight foward. Rachel nodded. Whatever Monica wanted right now, Monica got. The awkward silence was interrupted by Rachel's cell phone, jingling the tune to "In the Jungle." She smiled as she flipped the phone cover to read the caller ID. Closing herself off from Monica's earshot, Rachel moved to the living room.
"Hey." She greeted sadly.
"Hi. Is Mon ok?" The voice asked.
"Yea, better than a few hours ago. Ross, you really need to get over here and comfort your sister. Lord knows Chandler isn't."
"Yea, I just got a call from Chandler." Ross said slowly. Rachel felt her blood run hot. Just the thought of Chandler made her infuriated.
"What did that asshole want?" Rachel asked curtly.
"Hey, Hayley was his daughter too." Ross defended. "He wanted to know when the funeral is." Ross added quickly.
"Oh? Did you tell him?" Rachel asked.
"Yea. He really wants to be there........."
"How sweet. He misses everything else about his daughter but he makes it to her funeral." Rachel snipped.
"I know. Just know that Samantha isn't going to be there." Ross added.
"Good." Rachel sighed. "God, poor Monica. She's crushed." Rachel felt her eyes well up. "And poor Hayley........."
"I know Rach. But you gotta be strong, for Monica." Ross said sternly.
"I know. I know." Rachel wimpered. "It's just so hard. She was only four.......... She was such a beautiful little girl........." Rachel began sobbing.
"I'm serious, Rach. Keep it together!" Ross said louder. "I'm on my way over right now. DON'T say anything crazy." He added.
"Okay sweetie. I love you." Rachel said.
"I love you too." With that, Rachel folded her phone back and wiped her eyes dry with her fingertips. Monica soon emerged from her bedroom. Rachel sighed. "Mon........." She whispered, walking over and embracing Monica. They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Rachel glanced at Monica, who simply sat on the couch. Rachel walked over to the door and opened it. A familiar blonde entered.
"Hi Rachel." Phoebe whispered. She glanced passed Rachel and at Monica. "Is she ok?" She asked.
"I think she'll be happy to see you." Rachel urged. Phoebe walked in towards Monica.
"Hi sweetie." Phoebe said. Monica smiled a weak smile.
"Hi Pheebs." Monica said quietly. "I never thought, a big movie star would come to visit me. Where's your husband?" Monica asked.
"Ah, Joey's talking to Ross outside." Phoebe said.
"Hayley would have wanted to see him........." Monica said looking at the picture of her little girl on the mantle.
"Yea. Hey, I like this house a lot better than your apartment." Phoebe said, changing the subject. She was right, it was a beautiful house. There were large windows and three stories. Monica sighed once more.
"It just seems so empty now."
"Well, we're here now. How about we get you some tea." Phoebe smiled, stroking Monica's leg. Moncia nodded.
"Tea would be good." Both stood to enter the kitchen, where Rachel was already boiling water.
"So, how was the flight?" Rachel asked. Phoebe nodded.
"It was okay. You know, you should all come out and visit Joey and I in California." Phoebe declaired.
"Yea. That would be fun."
"And Rachel, did I see Ross holding a little lady outside?" Phoebe asked smiling ear to ear. Moncia began to stir her tea a little faster.
"Yup, that's out Gracie. Just turned three." Rachel said proudly.
"She's gotten so big. Last time I saw her she wasn't even able to hold her head up." Phoebe admired.
"Mommy, Uncle Joey got my nose!" A squeeky voice rang. Soon, Rachel felt a little girl katapult into her legs.
"Ow, sweetie, no running in the house!" Rachel scolded. Gracie proceeded to run out of the kitchen. Rachel chuckled.
"Kids." Phoebe sighed, then pressed her lips together, watching Monica's expression. "I'm so sorry Mon........." Phoebe said slowly. Monica put up a hand to quiet her.
"Don't worry about it." Monica said a bit annoyed. "If you'd both excuse me, I've got to go figure out what stuffed animal my daughter is going to be burried with."
XOXOElizabethXOXO
More to come.
A/N: This is a sad fic. Well, at least I hope so. If I can make one person cry with this fic, I can do anything. :) Okay, I also wanted to apolgize for my recent absence from FF.net. Technical difficulties and a bad case of writers block. I promise, my other fics will be up and running soon. Please have patience. And like I've said before: If you would like, I will give any writer one of my unfinnished fics. I think they are good, and deserve to at least be finished. I also want to announce the fact that I may soon be retiring from FF.net. We'll see how it goes. So, enjoy! ____________________________________________________________________
"Pink, o-or yellow, Mon?"
Rachel's soft voice opened Monica's eyes. Monica sat at the end of the pink canopy bed, staring at the two small sun dresses Rachel held out in front of her. Monica looked away, then at her hands. How was it, that after "Do you take this man to be you husband?" and "Should we just separate?" the question of pink or yellow would be one of the hardest questions Monica would have to answer?
"You chose." She whispered. Tears filled her eyes. "Although, I always though of Hayley as a yellow sort of girl." She added. Rachel nodded solomnly and faced the closet.
"I think the yellow is perfect." Rachel agreed. Monica put her head in her hands and began to sob. Rachel watched helplessly. Monica had been like this for days.
"Maybe I should call Chandler........." Rachel tried, hoping to make Monica's mood change.
"No." Monica sniffed. "I don't need him. He knows. If he shows up, he does." She said, straight foward. Rachel nodded. Whatever Monica wanted right now, Monica got. The awkward silence was interrupted by Rachel's cell phone, jingling the tune to "In the Jungle." She smiled as she flipped the phone cover to read the caller ID. Closing herself off from Monica's earshot, Rachel moved to the living room.
"Hey." She greeted sadly.
"Hi. Is Mon ok?" The voice asked.
"Yea, better than a few hours ago. Ross, you really need to get over here and comfort your sister. Lord knows Chandler isn't."
"Yea, I just got a call from Chandler." Ross said slowly. Rachel felt her blood run hot. Just the thought of Chandler made her infuriated.
"What did that asshole want?" Rachel asked curtly.
"Hey, Hayley was his daughter too." Ross defended. "He wanted to know when the funeral is." Ross added quickly.
"Oh? Did you tell him?" Rachel asked.
"Yea. He really wants to be there........."
"How sweet. He misses everything else about his daughter but he makes it to her funeral." Rachel snipped.
"I know. Just know that Samantha isn't going to be there." Ross added.
"Good." Rachel sighed. "God, poor Monica. She's crushed." Rachel felt her eyes well up. "And poor Hayley........."
"I know Rach. But you gotta be strong, for Monica." Ross said sternly.
"I know. I know." Rachel wimpered. "It's just so hard. She was only four.......... She was such a beautiful little girl........." Rachel began sobbing.
"I'm serious, Rach. Keep it together!" Ross said louder. "I'm on my way over right now. DON'T say anything crazy." He added.
"Okay sweetie. I love you." Rachel said.
"I love you too." With that, Rachel folded her phone back and wiped her eyes dry with her fingertips. Monica soon emerged from her bedroom. Rachel sighed. "Mon........." She whispered, walking over and embracing Monica. They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Rachel glanced at Monica, who simply sat on the couch. Rachel walked over to the door and opened it. A familiar blonde entered.
"Hi Rachel." Phoebe whispered. She glanced passed Rachel and at Monica. "Is she ok?" She asked.
"I think she'll be happy to see you." Rachel urged. Phoebe walked in towards Monica.
"Hi sweetie." Phoebe said. Monica smiled a weak smile.
"Hi Pheebs." Monica said quietly. "I never thought, a big movie star would come to visit me. Where's your husband?" Monica asked.
"Ah, Joey's talking to Ross outside." Phoebe said.
"Hayley would have wanted to see him........." Monica said looking at the picture of her little girl on the mantle.
"Yea. Hey, I like this house a lot better than your apartment." Phoebe said, changing the subject. She was right, it was a beautiful house. There were large windows and three stories. Monica sighed once more.
"It just seems so empty now."
"Well, we're here now. How about we get you some tea." Phoebe smiled, stroking Monica's leg. Moncia nodded.
"Tea would be good." Both stood to enter the kitchen, where Rachel was already boiling water.
"So, how was the flight?" Rachel asked. Phoebe nodded.
"It was okay. You know, you should all come out and visit Joey and I in California." Phoebe declaired.
"Yea. That would be fun."
"And Rachel, did I see Ross holding a little lady outside?" Phoebe asked smiling ear to ear. Moncia began to stir her tea a little faster.
"Yup, that's out Gracie. Just turned three." Rachel said proudly.
"She's gotten so big. Last time I saw her she wasn't even able to hold her head up." Phoebe admired.
"Mommy, Uncle Joey got my nose!" A squeeky voice rang. Soon, Rachel felt a little girl katapult into her legs.
"Ow, sweetie, no running in the house!" Rachel scolded. Gracie proceeded to run out of the kitchen. Rachel chuckled.
"Kids." Phoebe sighed, then pressed her lips together, watching Monica's expression. "I'm so sorry Mon........." Phoebe said slowly. Monica put up a hand to quiet her.
"Don't worry about it." Monica said a bit annoyed. "If you'd both excuse me, I've got to go figure out what stuffed animal my daughter is going to be burried with."
XOXOElizabethXOXO
More to come.