Silence. Quiet. The dark skies hovered over the tiny island. All the sailors were now passed out in their beds. The bars that lined the water were now empty and the lights now out. After a night of shore leaves and reveries, all was indeed calm.

Her arms were wrapped around his sinewy body. She brushed his chest with her golden hair. Breathing contently, she felt his comforting presence that she missed for so long. All those months, he was at training and in England, she had finally realized how in love she was with this man. She could easily be with him for the rest of her life. Finally, he stirred. She watched him roll over and then sigh in his own little world of security. His eye began to notice her staring.

"Hey you." she said rubbing her fingernail up his arm. He gave her a hint of a smile since it was hours before morning. He had a choice ,laying in a barracks with a hundred men or being lulled to sleep by the voice of this angel of mercy.

"Hey you." he muttered. "Something wrong?" he asked puzzled.

"No, I am just laying here thinking." she whispered. "Good thoughts I hope."

"Yes very good thoughts." she smiled and leaned over to kiss him. "Go back to sleep." she said and then he immediately obeyed. She let her eyes drift shut as she enveloped herself in his arms.

The early morning light was beginning to hit the lace curtains, waking up Rachel. She carefully got out of bed and walked barefoot with the sheet draped around her. Pulling back the drape, she saw the cavalcade of reds, pinks, and purples. Somehow sunset in Hawaii was more special than home where a ton of snow had been dumped on New York.

Joey laid in his bunk , hoping there wouldn't be a surprise drill this morning. Ever since the captain had a special meeting, there was more emphasis on preparedness than before. It was as if they knew something was going to happen. Yesterday they had three of those drills. Suddenly, a seaman came and woke him.

"Tribbiani, get up." he said as he shook him.

"Another damn drill." he mumbled into his sheets.

"This is no drill. The Japs are attacking." the man screamed. "Everyone to his post."

Joey ran from the bed and headed up the gun turret. He looked into the sky and there they were thousands of them. The sirens from neighboring ships were going off as well as thousands of sailors were running across decks and up stairs to prepare for battle. But this wasn't Germany, this was Japan. A whole new war was starting and the security of the American shores was now threatened.

Rachel tried to turn over , but it was impossible with all this noise. It sounded like the buzzing of a thousand bees. Loud and angry bees, who wanted to cause trouble. She had gone back to bed and then she heard the noises again. Pulling her kimono around her, she went back to the window. From the bay , she could see a red glow and hear the loud explosions. Looking into the sky, she saw the cause of the noise , thousands of planes. She immediately ran to rouse her sleeping lover.

"Ross?" she said shaking him. Panic started to fill her voice. "She knew it was bad and before long , both would be needed to perform their duties. "Ross, get up. There are planes outside." she said nervously. He rolled back over and mumbled. "Probably morning maneuvers, I am covered sweetie , I'm on liberty." he said as he returned to his sleep.

Rachel knew what was going on. "Ross, the planes , there are thousands of them and there is some sort of activity down at Pearl." She needed him to get up, because she didn't know what was going on and what consequences were happening. Rising from the bed, he stumbled toward the window and looked . All he could mutter was one word. "SHIT!" He dropped the sheet and grabbed his uniform from the floor.

"Rach, that is the Japanese . They are attacking and looks like they have already started bombing the hell out of our ships." Ross said as he fastened his pants. "This is why they brought me back here. I am sorry sweetie, I have got to go." He quickly leaned over and kissed her. Rachel ran to grab her own nurses uniform. She would be needed as well, to patch up the servicemen as they came in from this bloody battle.

The gun shot fire into the sky at the low flying planes. The big red sun on the side was glaring as if to say , you thought I was weak, well take a look at me now Yank. Joey tried to aim at the planes as they swooped in low.

Getting in a cab, Ross ordered the driver to drive fast. Military, priority one he had said so the driver could get him to the field. Rachel stood on the porch as he had driven off, Phoebe ran to her pinning her nurses cap as she ran. "It's an attack. We are going to be busy today." Rachel stood for a minute then went inside her quarters. "Let's go." she said as they headed for the hospital.

As the skies exploded over head, only one thought crossed Monica's mind. Far away in some part of Europe was her heart. She hadn't heard from him in months. Chandler could be dead and she would never know it. Chandler sat in his cell and smoked. Suddenly a German officer came to his cell. "It is time." he announced. Chandler knew he was walking to his death. The officer took his arm and led him to a waiting truck. This confused Chandler and he looked closer at his guard.

"Hey Yank." the soldier smiled. Chandler was relieved to see an English soldier who had commandeered a Nazi uniform so he could get him out of jail.

"About damn time." he muttered, lighting up again. "I thought I was heading for the last round up."

"You Yanks with your little phrases. I watch westerns too , you know." the soldier extended his hand. "Corporal Wainright."

Putting the cigarette in his mouth, Chandler extended his own hand. "Chandler Bing. United States, intelligence." he said. "Now I'll know who to send Christmas presents to."he laughed.

"No time for pleasantries, I have orders to get you to England to get you back to Washington. The Japanese just attacked Pearl Harbor in Hawaii." Chandler's mouth dropped. Pearl Harbor was where he last heard Monica was. Was Monica safe he wondered? Well he would find out soon enough.

Running from the cab. Ross headed for his commander who was barking out orders

"Geller, where the hell have you been? No matter. Get your instructions and get in that plane." As Ross listened , his mind couldn't help but wonder what the future brought for them all. Their safe little world was now changed forever.

Rachel looked into the sky as she saw the many planes being shot down. She held her heart. One of those could be Ross. At that moment , she did what she hadn't done in years. She closed her eyes and silently prayed that the man she loved wouldn't die today.

Phoebe was on auto pilot. Death didn't bother her, because she wouldn't let it bother her. If she slowed down , she would think about the day her mother put her head in the oven. So death was all around her, it would never touch her again. Pulling back the sheet , she saw the sailor who had been brought in. His body was charred and his leg was gone. She attended the wounded sailor until she saw the tattoo on his arm. The remnants were unclear except for a small letter P. Dropping the sheet she screamed. It was Joey.