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"Abandoned"

Pete and Ross opened the doors together as the others rushed inside. They closed the doors after them. The barn seemed like a colossal building from the interior. It was a bit dark and cold, but they had hay to keep themselves warm. There were two windows. One on each side of the barn. There was also a small hole to the left of the door, which allowed them to outlook the large field in front of the barn.

"So are we safe, yet?" Joey asked Phoebe.

"I don't know. Hopefully." Phoebe seemed to take her mother's death very hard. Joey got the hint and gave her a hug.

"I'm really sorry Pheebs."

"Thanks, Joey." Phoebe smiled slightly.

The others spent their time wandering around the barn and looking around. Nothing extraordinary about it except for its size. Chandler felt his stomach churn. Were they going to die in here? The thought frightened him. He quickly found a retreat by climbing a ladder near the back of the barn and climbed to the top ledge. The ledge looked down into the whole barn. If he was going to die, he was glad he would die with his friends, where he belonged.

Rachel sat on a wooden box next to one of the windows. She peered out to where the hurricane blew. This was their only escape from the world out there and they still weren't safe. No matter where they went, they would probably never be safe.

"Hey."

She turned around to find Ross looking down at her. "Hey, Ross. Your elbow okay?"

"Yeah, it's doing better." He rubbed his elbow. "Oh, how about your side?"

Rachel nodded. "It's fine. Hey, you want to sit?"

"Sure." He sat down next to her. He looked out the window. "Some day, huh?"

"Yeah. I never thought this would have happened in a million years." She quieted a bit. "I'm really sorry about Emily."

At the mention of her name, Ross began to feel a bit light-headed. He remembered what she looked like lying there… "It's okay. We have to move on." He muttered.

Rachel looked at her feet. "Thanks for saving me back there. I-I could have been hurt or-or killed." She looked at Ross's eyes for the first time during their speech. They were filled with grief and worry. She had never seen him so mixed with emotions.

"I-I could never live without you, Rach." Ross realized what he said and quickly retracted it. "I mean, I could-could never live knowing that you, my friend, died." He said quickly.

Rachel just smiled. She knew what he meant. She patted him on the cheek. "Thanks." She looked at him one final time before closing her eyes. Her lips briefly touched his, but he quickly pulled back.

"Rach, I'm sorry. I-I can't do this right now." He breathed heavily. "I mean, I just lost my wife. It's not that I don't want to be with you, it's just…I've been through so much already…"

Rachel scolded herself for doing what she did. "I'm really, really sorry…"

"Don't be sorry, Rach. I want it, but its just the timing…"

A thunder bolt interrupted his speech. It shot through the sky and into the field. The others wondering around the barn had heard the bolt and were a bit startled. Phoebe directed her attention to Ross and Rachel. She knew something was happening there, she just knew it. She remembered when everything in life seemed so simple, when they were 'young and carefree.'

(flashback…yeah, I know. Just bear it, okay? Okay if you read this you will get a prize! You will, um, get…self gratification!)

Okay, for non-fans, this is 'TOW Ross and Rachel…You know.' And that really is the title.

"What is this? What are we doing?" Rachel asked Ross eagerly.

Ross quieted her. "Shh. Do you want cran-apple or cran-grape?" He asked.

Rachel thought for a second. "Grape."

"Okay," Ross put a pelt skin on the floor, "sit. OK." He clicked a button, which turned on music.

"Oh, God." Rachel smiled. Before they could have their moment, the speakers went on and began to start a lecture on Astrology.

Ross quickly turned it off. "Sorry."

Rachel smiled. "Ah, so what are we looking at?" She asked.

"Well uh, you see that, that little cluster of stars next to the big one? That is Ursa Major." Ross pointed out.

"Really?"

"I've no idea, could be." He laughed. "Listen, I'm sorry I had to work tonight."

"Oh, it's OK. You were worth the wait…"

TOW the Embryos

"You guys are dead, I am so good at lighting rounds." Monica exclaimed.

"I majored in lightning rounds." Chandler shot back. "All right, we're gonna destroy you."

Monica thought for a second. She had an idea. "Huh, wanna bet?"

"Well, I'm so confused as to what we've been doing so far…" Chandler teased.

"How about we play for more money, say 150?" Monica wagered.

"Say 200?" Chandler raised the stakes.

Monica's mind hatched an idea. "I got it! How about, if we win, they have to get rid of the rooster?" She smiled.

Rachel grinned. "Oooohh, that's interesting."

Joey jumped in. "Hey, no way, that rooster's family!"

"All right, hold on!" Chandler exclaimed. "If you win, we give up the birds."

"Dah!" Joey jumped back shocked. Chandler held up his hand.

"But if we win… we get your apartment." Chandler smirked.

15 minutes into the game, the guys had won four points in the lightning round. It was now the girls' turn.

Ross held the card in his hand. "Joey, had an imaginary childhood friend. His name was?" Ross looked between the two girls.

"Maurice!" Monica shouted.

"Correct, his profession was?" Ross asked.

"Space cowboy!" Rachel said quickly.

"Correct! What is Chandler Bing's job?" He looked at the girls who were obviously stumped.

"Ten seconds, you need this or you lose the game." Ross signaled.

"It's ,umm, it has something to do with transponding." Monica balled her fists and squeezed her eyes shut in concentration.

"Oh-oh-oh," Rachel jumped up and down, "he's a transponce—transpondster!"

"That's not even a word!" Monica yelled. "I can get this! I can get this!" Ross stopped the clock. The end of the game.

Monica looked at him in horror. "Noooooooooo!"

TOW Nana dies twice

"Who are those people?" Chandler asked Ross, pointing to a picture.

"Got me." Ross shrugged.

"Oh, that's Nana, right there in the middle." Monica turned the picture around and read the back. "Me and the gang at Java Joe's'. "

"Wow, Monica, you look just like your grandmother." Rachel pointed to Ross and Monica's grandmother. "How old was she there?"

"Let's see, 1939..." Monica thought for a second, "yeah, 24, 25?" She concluded.

"Looks like a fun gang."

(end flashback…for those who skipped right through it or scanned it in like three seconds, you missed a good heartfelt flashback!)

The air outside rumbled as the possibility of life or death hung in the air.