Disclaimer: I do not own friends but I wish I did.

This part has bits of TOW Phoebe hates PBS.

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(Monica's room)

After Monica slammed the door shut she threw herself onto the bed. Tears stung her eyes but she refused to let herself cry. Instead she covered her face with a pillow. She knew that her saliva was dripping on it but she didn't care. She heard someone knocking lightly on the door.

"Come in Rachel," she said darkly. To her surprise Ross came in. Ross strode across the room and sat down on Monica's bed. Monica stared oddly at him.

"Monica," Ross started. "Out of all of us I've known Chandler the longest."

"Ross," Monica said with the same air as Ross. "I know you've known Chandler the longest but I've been the only one to lo..." Monica put a hand on her mouth because she was about to spill the beans about her secret relationship.

"We all love him Monica. Not just you," Ross told her.

"I know,"

"Why are you so upset? Chandler is going to be fine."

"Didn't you hear the reporter say that he was wearing a green sweater vest? I know Chandler had a green sweater vest in his suitcase."

"How do you know that? When Chandler was packing he was alone and wouldn't let anyone in his room," Ross raised his eyebrow.

Monica covered her face with her pillow again. She secretly smiled at the fond memory. On that day Monica had first realized that she had fallen in love with her best friend. Although she didn't tell him, since they were preoccupied with other activities, she swore that part of him knew that she loved him. And the way he preformed she knew that he loved her to. That or the slip up he made during Thanksgiving. The fond memory made her heart break into millions of pieces. She considered telling him about her clandestine relationship.

"Ross, Chandler and I were..."

"ROSS, EMILY'S ON YOUR MOBILE. HURRY UP QUICKLY," Phoebe interrupted.

Ross ran out of Monica's room instantly. Monica sighed as he left.

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(Joeys room)

"Idiot, idiot, idiot," Joey said as he hit his head on the wall.

"Joey are you here?" a voice asked.

Joey lifted his head. "No it can't be."

He poked his head outside his bedroom door. His face fell.

"What a warm greeting I don't know what I've done to deserve it!" Rachel said sarcastically.

"It's just that I thought you were Chandler," he said. He noticed that Rachel looked a bit downcast. "What happened?"

Rachel sighed. "Emily called, then Ross sent me this weird sad look and left mumbling something about fate."

"Aww, come here," Joey said as he engulfed Rachel in a hug. He could feel her crying. Although he wasn't listening to what she said after the word it, he thought that a hug would be the most appropriate thing to do.

"Rachel," he said, looking lovingly into her eyes. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

"Joey!" Rachel exclaimed. "That's something Chandler..." she trailed off.

Joey's shoulders slumped. He pushed Rachel away. He was halfway thought the room when he stopped.

"Wait a minute, Emily called Ross. What happened?" Joey asked.

Rachel sighed again.

"Oh, sorry Rachel. What are you doing here?"

"This is the first place I thought off. Why did Monica flip out? Why did she yell at you? What's going on with the three of you?" Rachel quickly changed the subject. Not wanting to tell Joey about her returned feelings for Ross.

"Nothing," Joey answered a bit too quickly.

"Alright," Rachel said. She sent Joey a suspicious look as she left.

Joey was about to slump back into his room when he received a phone call. He almost ran toward it to answer it.

"Hello," he greeted politely yet urgently.

His face lit up for a moment. Then he looked serious.

"I'll be right there," he said as he hung up the phone. He got his jumper and left the apartment.

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(Monica's living room)

Rachel came through the door. She looked better than she left.

"What the hell did Joey do to you?" Phoebe asked, thinking that Joey did what he was best at.

Rachel shook her head, sensing what Phoebe thought, and smiled. "Is Monica still there?"

Phoebe nodded energetically.

"What's up people?" Monica asked. Her eyes were red, her hair was messed up and there was half a bottle of scotch in her hand.

"Monica! Look I know that you and Chandler are close but this is going to far. It's not like you're his girlfriend." Rachel shouted.

"I am," Monica gasped inwardly, even in her drunk state she knew she made a big mistake.

"I am not his girlfriend." She quickly thought up.

"She's talking crazy, Monica, Chandler is in this room, I can feel his spirit so don't be sad," Phoebe informed everyone in the room. "He's telling me to tell you not to be sad."

"Phoebe, we don't even know if Chandler is dead." Rachel said pointing to Monica, trying not to be obvious and surprisingly succeeding.

"It figures that the first day in the spiritual realm he'd spend it at Monica's apartment." Phoebe muttered, not having heard a thing Rachel has said.

Suddenly they heard a moan. They turned their heads to see Monica swaying. For a moment she stopped then collapsed. The bottle of wine smashed on the hard wood floor, spilling wine all over the floor.

"Hey, why didn't I think of this before!" Rachel exclaimed. She ran into her room and grabbed her purse then ran out of the apartment.

"Typical Rachel, leaving me to clean this." Phoebe said to what she thought was Chandler. After a moment she laughed.

"Oh Chandler, you are so funny."

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(Ross's apartment)

"What are you saying?" Ross asked Emily.

"Oh, you want me to leave Rachel," he finally understood. "I'll have to think about it. Bye." He put down the phone as someone rapped on his door.

He opened the door to see Rachel.

"What is it Rach?" he asked, taking in everything in her appearance.

Rachel pushed him aside and jumped happily.

"Ross, why don't we go to the airport and see if Chandlers alive. If we don't Monica might actually kill herself."

Ross thought of the tight schedule he was on. Then he mentally hit himself for not having thought of it before.

'What the hell," he mused. "This might be the last time I see her.'

"Ok," he said.

Ross got his jacket and left with Rachel.

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(Airport)

(A/N: FYI I've never been to New York so I don't know any airports or hospitals there.)

"How long does it take to get to the front?" Rachel asked impatiently.

Ross took a quick peek at his watch. "We've only been here for a few minutes."

Rachel huffed and took a look at the counter. To her surprise she saw the same lady who she met when she was going to Ross's wedding to tell him that she loved him. She gasped and hid behind Ross.

"What's the matter Rachel?" he questioned her.

"Nothing," she squeaked. "Why don't you stay here and I'll go and see if there is anyone I could talk to." She took off without waiting for an answer.

Ross shook his head at the typical Rachel behavior.

After what seemed like five hours in reality was probably fifteen minutes, he reached the lady.

"Hello and welcome to the Pacific Airlines. How may I help you?" the lady in the red blazer said pleasantly.

"There was a crash and my friend, Chandler Bing, was on it. I want to know if he is okay." He said.

"What did he look like?" she asked.

"He has messy brown hair, blue eye's, average height, wearing a sweater vest." He replied. "He might have made some unfunny, sarcastic jokes." He added as an after thought.

The lady looked thought full for a moment. "Yes, I seem to recall a lad like that. Quippy little fellow. But they sent everyone to the hospital. He might be in intensive care. Looked pretty bad from where I was standing."

Ross nodded. He thanked the lady then went off toward the exit so he could drive to the hospital. When he reached his car he saw Rachel waiting by it. He mentally kicked himself for forgetting her then he felt guilty.

"I thought you were going to look around for someone you could talk to." He said.

Rachel didn't respond. She was thinking about the last time she was at the airport waiting for a cab. She shivered. (A/N: From TOW the monkey.)

Ross got out the keys and in a few minutes they were on their way to the hospital.

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What should I do when the proposal happens, should I let the gang stay and be surprised or should I let it happen privately? Please help me!