Ross felt himself tense up. He looked around the plain hotel bedroom then back at Rachel, she was staring at him with tears in her eyes. He didn't know what to say, a bomb had exploded and what can you do when that happens? Nothing except get away, hurt in pain, get away. Ross lifted himself off the bed and picked up the items of clothes on the floor, not bothering to even look at her. It wasn't going to do him anything now.

"Ross, people let me explain"

He didn't want an explaination, it was clear, she was engaged, she cheated on her future husband, which made her even more unfaithful to him. Chuckling softly he realized what he was; he was just something to burn her out, a toy she could enjoy before taking her meat off the table. Ross watched from the corner of his eye, as she stood up, the white faded sheets wrapped securely around her body. She walked to him and wrapped her hands around his arms, forcing him to look at her

"Just hear me out! Please Ross" Tears seemly fell free, beads rolled down her face but still Ross wanted nothing more.

"No, it's pretty clear, Rachel"

"It's not Ross, you don't understand! Yes I have a fiancé-"

"That's right!" he cut her off, and moved away "you do Rachel, you're getting married, and you used me, I can't believe I fell for it, I can't believe I actually thought we had a relationship"

Rachel was now sobbing her words, her mascara was running, and her face looked pale.

"we do!!"

"Rachel... We met a few days ago. We had sex and now we part ways. Isn't that what you had in mind? Just a fuck ride baby." He didn't mean to be so straight with her but he couldn't keep it in. He was angry and hurt. "I'm going" he turned away from her and walked toward the door, merely a walk, 3 foot away, if that.

"where?"

"Home"

Home? To his family? To his parents, who might or might not see the pain in his eyes. Rachel watched as he opened the door, took the step that put him out and shut the door behind him, not looking back.

It was a foggy day when Rachel reached Max' parking lot, it had been at least two weeks since she seen max, maybe more. Her mind wasn't working well and dates and days had gradually slipped out. She was greeted by Max as she got out of her car. He showered her with kisses and flowers

"I missed you so much" Max said, sucking and kissing her lips.

"I missed you too" she lied.

"I thought you we're going to abandon me"

"What would make you think that?" She toyed with her purse; she didn't want to make eye contact with Max. She didn't want him to notice the sadness in her eyes. But she knew he probably wouldn't anyways.

"Well, for one you decide to go on road trip when our wedding is in less the 3 weeks"

Rachel chuckled, still not looking directly at him, but past his face, at her sister who was making faces.

"Hey Jill"

"Hi Rach, finally stopped by to greet us old folks huh?"

They spend the rest of the day talking about this and that, what she did on her vacation, what he did. What Jill did. All the while Rachel's mind was millions of miles away. In the arms of a certain person, a certain man who smelled the most lovable smell in the world.

Soon it was night time and Rachel found herself outside on the balcony. It was cold, but she enjoyed it. She sipped a little of her wine and pressed it up against her chest. Is it possible that love could settle into somebody in sheer days? Before she met Ross she thought that only happened in movies. She guessed wrong. Rachel felt arms embrace her. Closing her eyes she saw Ross behind her, but she knew it wasn't. This man behind her didn't smell nearly as good Ross, nor did he feel nearly as good.

"Hey" Max whispered into her ears, nibbling on them slightly.

"Hi"

"Are you ok?" He spun her around; his fingers gently stroked her face. Rachel smiled a sad smile, but he failed to notice

"Can you believe we're going to be an official couple in less then 5 days?"

Rachel didn't want to believe it. She didn't even want to think about it. She didn't want this. She felt helpless and empty, but she put aside those feelings and hugged his waist

"No, I don't"

He kissed her forehead, then her nose and finally her lips. Only she didn't kiss him back. Slowly he backed away, said good night and left, leaving Rachel standing there, drunk in her thoughts.

Her wedding was finally here. Everything was white, everything was beautiful, everything a girl could possibly want. A husband with the looks, with the job, and with the money, a ceremony every girl dreamed about.

Rachel looked at her reflection, her makeup was soft, her dress was white and beaded. Her hair up in a bun, a messy bun that was, she practically looked like she just got out of bed; a nature beauty, she smiled at herself, but it quickly went away when she realized what she was about to do, she dabbed at her eyes, water droplets forming in them. Why wasn't she happy? She knew why. She wanted him. The other him who was somewhere, besides here, this beautiful wedding, her wedding.

"Rachel?" Dr. Green called out, knocking softly before opening "Its time baby"

Rachel looked at herself once more and smiled, picking up her dress so she wouldn't step on it she walked over to her father and hugged him.

"Let's do it"

Walking down the aisle that lead up to Max, her eyes turned liquid again. But people always cried at weddings so she assumed they would think it was because she was happy; and not sad. When she finally reached him her father planted a kiss on her check and gave her away. She and Max stepped forward and faced the priest.

"I, Max Harris, take you Rachel Green to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." He smiled tenderly at her.

Rachel looked down. it was her turn now, to repeat those words. But when she spoke they came out different

"I'm sorry... I can't do this Max. I can't take you to be my husband. I'm so sorry" she began to cry, she couldn't look at him, her heart went out to him, honest. He looked confused but even worse hurt. She picked up her dress once more and ran out of the church as fast as her legs could go. Leaving peoples whispers and Max's hurt look behind her, forever.

It was called Lindberg Avenue. Rachel sat in the back sheet of a taxi. She needed to see him, that much she knew. She didn't know if he wanted to see her, or if he wanted anything to do with her at all, but Rachel didn't care, she needed to see him, and talk to him, that would be good enough for her.

The car pulled up to a light brown house. The front door was opened, so she walked up the stairs and found herself lost. She knew this was Ross' sister's house, but she didn't know what number her apartment was. She was going to have knock on every door, not hard since it was a three family house. She had been blessed already when she found his wallet in her car, destiny... or it could have been easily luck.

Rachel decided to go with door number 1 first. Knock knock... nothing... Rachel headed over the other door, she was about to knock when the first door started opening; she raced over, and a woman opened.

She had dark black hair, middle age, about 5'5, skinny, and beautiful clear blue eyes that filled her with a familiar feeling, she had her jacket on, and her purse hung on her shoulders, like she was going out

"Yes?" the woman asked

"Hi, um... I'm looking for somebody; do you happen to know a Ross Geller?"

"Yes, he's my brother."

"So you're Monica?"

The woman looked confused now. She opened her door all the way to see better.

"Yes, yes I am; who are you?"

Rachel extended her arm and shook Monica's hand "I'm Rachel Green"

Monica still looked confused, so Rachel assumed Ross hadn't told Monica about their encounter.

"Anyways, do you know where he is? I really need to talk to him"

Monica looked down; Rachel thought she saw a tear run down her face

"Ross is at the hospital"

An alarm went off in Rachel's body, why was Ross at a hospital? Did he get hurt? Is he okay? Is he in a hospital or is he just at the hospital? What happened to him? Rachel looked at Monica, she stared down at her hands

"Why is he at a hospital?"

"he was in a car accident"

Rachel's heart suddenly stopped, and tears fell freely from her eyes. She closed her eyes tightly, her mascara streaked down her face. And she bit her lips. Maybe she was overreacting, maybe Ross had just broken a leg, but something inside her told her it was worse.

"How is he? Is he okay?" Rachel finally managed to say, through stutters.

"He's in a coma, the doctors don't know If he'll ever wake up. They said he fell asleep on the road and ran under a truck. He hit is head hard. I don't know... I'm going to see him now actually, if you want to come"

"Yes, I would"

Rachel was happy that Monica didn't ask her who she was, or how she knew Ross, she didn't want to explain the whole story to anybody. She just wanted to see him.

The room was dark as they entered. Monica turned the lights on, and Rachel walked her way over to where Ross was laying. He looked like he was sleeping. She smiled as she looked down at him. Reaching over so took his hand in hers and locked fingers, gently caressing his forearm, her tears came down, warm. It seemed like she'd been crying all the time. She sniffed and looked over at Monica, who still didn't ask her anything, but simply walked over and stroke Ross' forehead

"How do you guys know each other?" she finally asked Rachel

Rachel said: "We don't really" She didn't know what to tell Monica, should she spill out everything or should she wait for Ross? Which meant either today or 20 years, or never... Rachel looked at Monica, she was eying her weird

"He's a good friend though; he helped me find myself around" Rachel let out a deep sigh and looked back down at Ross, who looked so peaceful... Monica seemed to sense that Rachel wanted to be alone with her, as she excused herself to go get something to drink. When Rachel was finally alone with Ross, she leaned in and softly planted little kisses on his lips. She nuzzled his face and down his neck, leaving kiss trails down onto his chest, where she stopped and laid her head on.

"Hi, honey" she began, so soft her voice was hardly heard. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" Rachel sobbed into his chest, her tears soaking his clean white shirt. "Please come back, I need you so much, please don't end stuff with me... please forgive me Ross, please" she begged and begged but he remained still and lifeless. Rachel lifted herself up and brought his hands up to her lips. She dried her tears with his hand.

"Hello there" a doctor said before stepping into the room. Rachel spun around, startled.

"hi"

"I'm the doctor who's treating Ross Geller"

Rachel shook his hand. "I'm a friend"

"Oh" the doctor did some tests on Ross; he frowned, smiled, frowned, and smiled. Unpredictable, Rachel thought to herself. Finally he said: "not better, not worse, the same" and walked out of the room.

Rachel shook her head "doctors"

She reached for his hand again, she had abruptly let it go when the Doctor walked in. Rachel brought her hand to his face, she tenderly stroke his eyebrows, then traced his lips. Soothingly she slid her fingers in his hair.

"This is my fault" she brought her hand up to her face again and closed her eyes. She felt something, it wasn't her, she wasn't moving. Something was stroking her face. She opened her eyes and saw Ross' half open eyelids

"oh my god"

"it wasn't your fault" he whispered, his thumb brushing against her face"

"oh my god!" Rachel bent down again and glued her lips onto his, relieved when she felt him open his mouth for her, greeting her halfway in. his tongue battled hers, first in his mouth, then in hers. Her hands were on his neck stroking it. Her tears wet Ross' faces, when she pulled back she noticed and giggled, then bend back down, giving him little kisses all over his face, settling on his lips, once more, where she suckled and pulled on his bottom lip.

She laid her hand back on his chest and closed her eyes

"it's not your fault" he repeated. His hands were now in her hair, and tears streamed down his face. He pulled her closer to him, enjoying her so close to him, her smell, her hair, her everything.

"I'm sorry" she said

"don't be, I'm sorry... we need to talk"

Rachel pulled up once more and starred into his brown eyes, the same soft ones she saw the first time they met

"I want you" he said "I want to love you, let me love you... I love you"

Rachel smiled, so happy of what he just said

"I love you too"

Suddenly there was one more person in the room, It was a woman, she had dark hair, and dark eyes. She was rather pale. With pinkish shaded cheeks. Who was she?

"Hi honey!" she said and walked up to Ross, before Ross got a chance to reply she bend down and gave him a kiss. Rachel's eyes nearly popped out, and a jealousy arose in her. Who was this woman, and why did she just kiss Ross?

"Rachel, this is Jean, My girlfriend"

TO BE CONTINUED...