To Paris With Love….One man…one woman…two continents…

Today I was watching the end of Sex and the City and I started to see the parallels between its ending and Friends. I started to think about if Rachel made the trip. How would it change her life. Ross', Chandler and Monica's, Joey's? This is an R and R fic for my fellow lobster lovers….

These characters are the loving creation and property of Bright, Kauffman, and Crane….

Rachel rode in the limousine . She couldn't help staring out the window. The Eiffel Tower was in view and she saw the names on the windows. Dior, Channel, and Dolce and Gabbana. It was like a dream to see the high names of fashion. But now she would be working for one of those names, Louis Vuitton. She had come a long way from coffee shop waitress. It was an exciting and loving journey. She had grown, and she had five people to thank. And one special one who taught her how to love.

"I'm worried about him. I haven't seen him this bad since Carol. I mean I know Emily hurt too, but he won't answer his phone or anything." Monica said as she held her son on her lap. Her son. It was so wonderful. Monica Geller was finally a mother.

"Mon, we just have to let him get through this." Chandler said as he held his daughter. He handed Erica to Phoebe and put his arm around her to give her a hug. "Remember what you were like when you and Richard broke up?" he gently reminded her.

"You have grown up. You called him Richard not the big tree." laughed Monica.

"Good God. I'm losing my sarcasm." Chandler said panicking. Then he laughed and kissed her.

Phoebe held the baby and looked into her tiny eyes. She didn't have a chance to bond with her own babies. This was a very special time for her. Mike and her would talk. Right now the only thing she could think of was her friends and helping them. Monica and Chandler were moving and Ross was hurting. She was needed.

The drapes were shut and the lights were out. He sat on the couch and chugged another beer. The television blared but he wasn't really watching. There was a knocking at the door.

"Go away, I don't feel well." Ross said as he took another swig.

"Ross , it 's me , your old pal, Joey and I have brought someone with me ." Joey stood at the door clutching his backpack.

Ross got up from the couch and slunk toward the door. His face had an unshaven look. His brown eyes mirrored the story of a man with a broken heart. His hair was mussed up and standing straight up. He opened the door and saw a smiling Joey.

"Joe, I really don't feel like company." Ross said.

"I brought you something to cheer you up." Joey said as he opened his backpack. He smiled as the stuffed doll's eyes peeked out through the fabric. Before he knew it, Hugsy was in his hands.

"I appreciate you doing this Joey but I can't." Ross said as he pushed it back toward him.

"I love Hugsy and I know how he makes me feel when I am down. I am letting him make you feel good." Joey said as he put him back in Ross' hands.

"Joey! I said no! No damn piece of cloth is going to make me feel better about losing my daughter and the woman I love." Ross said as he threw the doll. Joey just stood there floored and looking at his beloved Hugsy on the floor.

"Ross we have all lost loves before." Joey said as he knelt down to pick up Hugsy.

"Joey , you will never understand . You have never been in love . This is the second time in my life that I have lost a woman to something or someone else. " Ross said crying.

Joey came over and put his arms around Ross. He had the larger man drop his head onto his shoulders and allowed him to let the tears flow. He caressed his head and dropped his own. Joey did know what it was like to be in love and he knew how his friend felt. Her name was Rachel. The two men sat in the darkness feeling the pain of a love now gone.

Rachel put the key in the lock and opened the door. Her own apartment. No sharing with anyone. She walked in and walked to the window. It was still visible. It shot up like a object in the middle of this magical city. It brought a smile to her face because it was something she could recognize . In every magazine, or movie or television show , it symbolized Paris.

"Mademoiselle Green, I am Charlotte. I am how you say liaison for Louis Vuitton and I am here to welcome you to Paris." the black haired woman smiled as she handed her a folder. "This is your information pack and some tips for adapting to France."

"Merci." Rachel struggled with her greeting. "I must admit that my French is very poor. The tower is beautiful. No?' she said as she tried to make small talk. "The tower was left over from the Exposition of 1890."

"Oh you know of the tower?" said Charlotte.

"A little. Actually I saw a special on the Discovery Channel." Rachel admitted. The Discovery Channel brought him to her mind again and that meant she needed to change the subject.

"So where can I good cup of coffee here?" Charlotte smiled and sat down.

Several hours later, Ross and Joey walked to Central Perk. It was so strange for him. Luckily there was Monica at the counter.

"Well hello there stranger," said Monica as she embraced her brother. "I have been so worried about you."

"I'll be fine." Ross said as he sipped his coffee.

"We had to come into town , so I thought I 'd grab some coffee. I'm glad to see you out and about." Monica said as Gunther brought her two lattes to go.

"Well Joey helped." said Ross. "I guess I am just going to have to accept it , she's gone."

"Take as long as you want." said Monica. "Chandler and the babies are waiting for me, so I have got to go." she kissed him on the cheek. "You are coming to dinner soon, both of you." she said as she went through the door.

Coming through the door was another woman. Ross stopped when he saw her.