Ross got off the plane as it landed in New York. He looked up at the skyscrapers and watched as the cars rolled by. It was such a relief to look into the sky and not see planes and bombs. It may have been home, but to him , home was thousands of miles away. She was home.

"Captain, I have your orders." said the officer as he handed the envelope to Ross. He opened it and smiled. "Leaving immediately, sir." he said as he saluted him. He was being transferred to Pearl .Soon he would see Rachel. The date, December 1, 1941.

Rachel was busily checking the supplies. "Lieutenant , there is a man that is here to see you." said one of the other nurses. "Says that it is urgent. Rachel turned and said. "Okay." She walked to the nurses station and then dropped the bottles in her hand when she saw him. "Ross!" she screamed. "Is is really you?' She ran into his awaiting arms. "Yes, it's me. They transferred me here from England to train navy pilots. Rachel couldn't believe it. She just let the tears flow from her eyes. "I am on duty until eighteen hundred hours." she said backing away from him. "Well I just flew in from New York and decided this should be my first stop. I haven't even bunked in yet." he said excitedly. "You were the first thing on my mind, always." he said as he caressed her hair. Another nurse just walked by and stared at the exchange between the pilot and the nurse.

Rachel took a blank chart and wrote some information on it. "Let's see Captain, you have just flown in from England. I think it's a good idea to get a physical. Follow me, Captain." she said as she walked into one of the examination rooms. He followed obediently where she locked the door and then threw herself in his arms. He just wanted to get lost in her. He wanted to remember every smell, every feeling she had. She wanted him to stay, but she had a job to do.

"I'm sorry.' she apologized. "Eighteen hundred hours." she said as she opened the door.

"That's alright. I will check into my barracks , clean up a bit and then come back. " he said. He had to kiss her one last time. Giving her a salute, he left. Rachel smiled.

Monica was taking some files to the office. She could see that her friend was in a better mood now. Something must have happened.' Try not to be too happy now. What happened?" she asked. "He's back ." sighed Rachel. Just in from the airfield."

"Who , you mean?" asked Monica. Rachel smiled and nodded. "Ross was transferred from England to train fighter pilots for war. He just arrived and after my shift is coming back." Rachel grabbed the bottles from the floor and merrily walked along. Phoebe noticed her odd behavior as well. "What's with her? She asked pointedly. Monica just sighed. "She's in love." Phoebe laughed. "So the fly boy is back from jolly ole England?"

"Yep just got in. Didn't even report yet." Monica said as she filed the charts. "When do we get to meet fly boy?" Phoebe asked. Rachel came around the corner. "He does have a name Phoebe." she said irritated. "It's Ross. Captain Ross Geller." Monica stopped when she heard the name. "Geller hmm maybe a distant relation or something." she said curious to meet this guy who had the same last name as hers.

"He's coming to get me after my shift is over." she announced. "Then you girls can meet him." The girls went about their business of taking care of the few injuries that were in the hospital." Phoebe got a shock when one of the orderlies walked back a sailor from one of the ships who had gotten beat up in a bar fight. She reached for medicine for his cuts and then turned around. "Joey!" she exclaimed.

"Phoebs, hi doll." he said weakly. "Don't you doll me. I heard that you have been playing around with everything wearing a lei in the islands and that includes giving them." Joey was ashamed because deep down he missed Phoebe. That was why he was glad she was the one to take care of him. Truth was, he had gotten beaten up because he was flirting with one of the Arizona's fighters girlfriends. Those navy boys played rough.

"Well you aren't beat up that bad. But I am sure that a girl was involved." Phoebe said as she bandaged his eye. "Yeah and that's why I wanted to ask you if you'd be my girl again, Pheebs." Phoebe laughed at him. "Me be the laughing stock of the seventh fleet? What kind of sucker do you think I am?" she said.

Joey took her hand and looked at her. "Pheebs I am a changed man. I only want to be with one woman and that's you. I may shipping out to the South Pacific very soon to combat and I want to know that you will be there for me when I get home." he said sincerely. Phoebe was still cautious and skeptical. "Are you sure it's not because some palooka tap danced on your face when you were looking at his girl?" she said .

"No Pheebs. I love you." he said as he kissed her. Phoebe thought for a minute. "Okay I have been writing to another guy, but hell I can break up with him." Joey smiled. "Thanks doll, when do you get off?"

"Eighteen hundred hours, but I want to see Rachel's fly boy. He just came from England."

"Did someone say England?" a masculine voice echoed. Rachel recognized the voice immediately and grabbed her cloak. "Ready to go Captain." she smiled as she kissed him. Monica walked over to the tall guy in the Air Force uniform. "So you are Ross? Well we do have the same name in common.' she said extending a salute. "Lieutenant Monica Geller." Suddenly Joey was uncomfortable, he jumped from the cot with Phoebe still stitching his eye. "Captain, Sir." he said as he saluted. "Damnit that hurt." he whined.

"At ease, Seaman." Ross said. Rachel brought Phoebe over after she dropped the thread. "And this is Lieutenant Phoebe Buffay." she introduced. Phoebe looked him up and down. "Very nice, Rach." she smiled. "Let's go you have a lot to make up to me." she said as she pushed Joey along.

"Well that's everyone. Shall we go now?" Rachel said as she put her arm around Ross' They walked out of the hospital and into the balmy Hawaiian night. "Ah Paradise." he said. Rachel laid her head on his shoulder. "Now it truly is Paradise because I am here with you."

He walked her back to her quarters and made sure that they were alone. Standing and just staring at her, he took a deep breath and then took the snoot from her hair. The golden locks cascaded down her crisp white uniform and landed on her back. She slipped out of her uniform to reveal a white garter belt and hose. Standing in the middle of the room , she was bathed in the moonlight. Her carmel colored skin glistened with the beads of anticipation. Slowly he took his hands and slipped the bra straps down from her shoulders. He bent over touching his soft lips on her skin. She lifted her neck as she moaned with pleasure. Each kiss was like a sprinkle of rain.

She wrapped her arms around his thick neck and arched her back as he moved his tongue all over her body. Her heels were clasped around his waist as she continued to sigh. His stomach was flat and his chest was well defined. Part of the pleasure of war she thought. It had been too long .

He took her in his arms and carried her over to the bed and gently laid her on top of the blanket. Trying to position himself so he wouldn't hurt her, he used his arms for a brace. He brushed her hair aside so he could look into those incredible blue eyes. He really didn't want to hurt her , so he eased into her ever so slowly. At last their bodies were now one. He continued until he heard the smallest little ah come out of her. He had done his job, she was satisfied.

"Now that was a nice way to welcome a soldier home." he said as he cuddled her in the bed. She turned over to look at him. "When you were in the sky, did you think of me?" she said gazing into his brown eyes. He took his finger and brushed the stray strands from her face. "There wasn't a day that went by, that when I woke up in the morning I didn't see this face. I carried your cheerleading picture in my wallet , so you would always be with me."

She looked at him thoughtfully. "Ross, is it true that the US is going to be part of the war soon?" she asked innocently. Ross had the information but didn't have the clearance to tell even the woman who meant the most to him. America was on the brink of war. He looked out the window into the sky. It was the same feeling he had in England. Too quiet.

For the record Monica and Ross are not brother and sister in this story…please review and thanks for the nice ones.