I'VE RETURNED FROM THE DEAD! For now anyways. Don't know when I'll get another one of these bad boy's up, so it's staying on the 'On Hold' list for now. Who knows? I'm in US history this year, maybe I'll get inspired sometime.

To all you guys who are reading this, thanks for your support, and I'm sorry about the wait.

That night would be forever engraved in her memory. The words that flowed so effortlessly through their lips, the comfortable mood that made it feel like they were old friends, the smile on her face that didn't fade for the next three days (until she saw him again and it went up another notch).

Rachel and Phoebe made notice of her mood swing too, and constantly reminded her of it. And constantly egged her on for the details of her night. Especially why she'd come back so late. And when she came back to their humble (or at least that's what they liked to call it to make themselves feel better, it really was a worthless piece of shit) little home, Rachel and Phoebe wasted no time egging her for details.

"Jeez, Mon, I didn't know you were that easy!" Phoebe teased as the three of them sat around the empty wings during their so-called shift. "If I had know I would have done you years ago."

"Phoebe!" Rachel's eyes bulged out of good manner, but she laughed anyways. "I can't believe you just said that!"

"Believe it, baby," Phoebe laughed.

"Wow. Two months in the military and listen to her!" Monica teased, "Just wait 'til she starts swearing like a sailor, Rach."

Phoebe just smiled, "So," she said slowly, "How was your little improv date with Mr. Bing?"

Monica felt her smile grow, she didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. And she wasn't the only one who noticed. "It was," she paused looking for the right adjective to do it justice, "Nice."

"Nice!" Rachel spat out, "Nice! The guy waited outside for you for god know's how long with a champagne bottle and two glasses, you guys talk, and Pheebs we are going to stick with talk because I don't even want to know what you're thinking about, for hours, and all you have to say is 'it was nice'! Come on!"

Monica just smiled, "I don't kiss and tell."

"You kissed?" Phoebe smiled happily, "I can't believe it! My best friend has got a guy! I'm not jealous. Not in the least bit. Not jealous."

Monica just shook her head, "Figure of speech," she explained, "So, I'll leave my evening up to your guy's little imaginations, and Pheebs before you start imaging this risqué evening, I'll warn you it was completely innocent. Minus the drinking, cause of the whole underage thing, but we'll just over look that."

"Totally not jealous," Phoebe repeated.

Rachel inched in closer to Monica, "So, Mon," she said in a sing-songy voice, "I take it you and Mr. Bing are going to talk again tonight, huh?"

"Maybe," Monica tried to hide her smile, but it was like trying to hide a hanger under a thin piece of lace.

"Well, you are going to have to wait until I get back from talking with Ross, he called me up this morning with something urgent to tell me, and I don't want to miss anything. Besides, I should probably give this Chandler guy a talking to."

Phoebe nodded, "And I've got a shift, so you can't meet up with him until after six!"

"Oh, are you going to go and keep Mr. Tribbiani company again, Phoebe?" Rachel winked suggestively, "My, my, you've been paying quite a few visits to Mr. Tribbiani these past couple of days. You'd think the man was gonna die or something and not just have some silly like injury."

Phoebe rolled her eyes, "It's not like that."

Monica smirked a little, glad for the topic of conversation to finally be off her, "Sure thing, Phoebe. Whatever you say."

"Well it's not."

Rachel looked down at her watch, "Shoot, I have to go and meet Ross. I'm late as it is." She gave quick hugs and pecks on the cheeks to each of her friends before darting out of their small bungalow.

Before Rachel had even cleared the porch, Phoebe turned back in towards Monica, "So, tell me about this Chandler fellow."

Rachel walked out onto the scenic pier, if you take out all the war ships that surrounded it, that had some how, in some course of events became her and Ross's signature rendezvous point. Her hair curled down around her face in loose curls, and her pale yellow sun dress accented her body perfectly.

She looked perfect. She knew it. Everyone around her knew it. And Ross sure as hell was going to notice it. And if looking perfect wasn't enough, she had the smile that could carry the look through without a single hitch.

But as she approached Ross, standing at the end of the pier, leaning on one of the posts, she felt her smile falter a little. He looked worried. Preoccupied. He barely even noticed her presence. Which was extremely out of character. Ross had always noticed her. Even when she didn't notice him.

"Ross?" She finally choked out, unsure of her footing in this situation quite yet.

He jerked his himself out of his thoughts, putting on an extremely fake smile, "Rachel," he sang in an over-sweet voice, "You look beautiful, sweetie."

He leaned in to kiss her forehead, but she jerked back, "What's going on?"

"I," he paused, "I have something I need to tell you," he mumbled out slowly. Like he didn't want the words to come out in the first place, but rather something inside of him pushed them out unwillingly.

Rachel breathed in, "What?"

"I want you to know that I love you. With all my heart, I love you. You're the one for me, Rach. Always have been," he rambled out.

"Stop," Rachel interrupted, "Just tell me whats going on."

Ross breathed in and out heavily again. "I didn't know you were here," he started in, "I didn't know, Rach. I thought you were back home. I was lonely. I thought it'd be okay."

Rachel took another couple of steps backwards, "What the hell was you taking about, Ross? You're scaring me," she made out breathlessly.

"I was talking to this girl. Met her through some friends. She was from Long Island. We got to talking more and more, and while we were talking we were drinking more and more, and the next thing I know I wake up next to her with this panicked look on my face because I just cheated on the only girl I'd ever cared for."

Rachel felt like somebody had just punched her in the gut. Hard. She could feel tears rushing to her eyes, and words running to her mouth, but the punch seemed to have knocked the ability to speak out of her.

"And the next thing I know," he continued on, "She calls me up about a month or so later, and she tells me she's pregnant."

Knock out.

"I'm so sorry, Rach, I love you, I love you so much, Rach."

She lifted up her hand, and ripped off the modest ring that he had given her. The ring that she had shown to everyone and everything since he had given it to her. The ring that came from the man that she told everyone about. The man that she was gonna marry. The perfect guy.

And before she could think of a way to somehow stop herself, she threw it into the ocean, turned hard on her heel without so much as another word, and marched off the dock and back to her friends, tears still fresh on her delicate face.

And that was the end of the girl Rachel Green.

I know I borrowed the last line from "Finding Neverland" (which is a moive you have to see if you haven't gotten around to it yet. Even if your not a Johnny Depp fan, it's a brillant movie), but it really encompassed well what her character is going through in this. Her character was going to show the most growth, I decided that in the begining, even though she is not the main character. Anyways, I'm rambling.

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