This is my new story it is called Mistakes…if you love Joey and love Friends this is the one for you. There will be no Alex or Howie, this is an AU story…it takes place about the time of Monica and Chandler's wedding…end of season 7….

These characters are the property of BKC Productions and Warner Brothers… Gina and Michael are the creation of Bright San Productions.

This was it. After months and months of preparation, Monica and Chandler were getting married. It was a day of celebration and Chandler had even invited his father to the most important day of his life. Everyone was so happy for the couple and the best part was that two of their best friends were in love and together. Everyone was sharing in the ceremony, including Joey's parents and since his nephew was being christened, his sister had come from California bringing her sixteen year old son.

Gina had moved to California shortly after she gave birth to Michael. His birth brought shame to the Tribbiani family. Joey Sr. had originally scorned her, but had a change of heart after his acquiring a mistress. Joey was so excited about performing the ceremony, he even had his friends include her in the festivities.

There was drama happening back at the apartment too. Chandler had decided that he would make a lousy husband and decided to run away from his impending marriage. It took Phoebe and Ross to convince him that would be a mistake. Rachel kept Monica busy so they could go looking for the missing groom. This was a good thing too, because something was on Rachel's mind.

She had brushed it off as exhaustion and helping Monica plan her wedding, but it was something more. The morning vomiting sessions became more and more frequent. Then she had looked at the planner in her briefcase. She hadn't gotten her period this month. Once again , she wanted to blame the overload she had at work. But then her memory raced back to about six weeks ago.

Rachel had opened her desk drawer and there they were. Monica would kill her if she knew she forgot those invitations. When it came to the wedding, Monica was obsessive. She had to take them home and do them tonight. But there were so many. She walked into her and Joey's apartment , and there on the couch talking to a video camera , was Ross.

He was so silly looking , but if there was one thing that Ross was it was dependable. She thought he could help her with the invitations. To make the night more enjoyable, she got out a bottle of wine and poured them a glass to drink as they worked. Suddenly she was sitting there and he was too. There couldn't be any other words to describe what she was thinking. But could she? After all it was Ross. Coyly she remembered a story her friend told her that some guy named Ken Adams told her. It started out painting a beautiful picture , but it's ultimate goal was to get the person hearing it to have sex with you.

Suddenly she could hear herself saying it.

"Ross did I ever tell you about the time I went backpacking through Western Europe?"

Something triggered something in him and suddenly he was all lips and tongue . It was just like it had been for that wonderful twelve months. The funny thing was to Rachel was that it felt right and normal to be with this man again. Next the clothes came off and then they were naked and he was pounding her like there should have been a headboard there. Finally with both of them smiling, it was done. They had their bonus night. They could continue their lives without this night complicating things again.

No it couldn't be. That was the last time she had sex. But today of all days, she remembered the scene that took place on the night of Monica and Chandler's engagement. No that couldn't happen because it would steal Monica's thunder on the most important day of her life.

Besides there would the ramifications of what was going to happen when she told Ross he might be a father again. No she wasn't sure. And no body was going to know anything until she knew for sure.

Gina looked at her boy Michael, she was so proud of him. He was a genius , doing calculus at age eight. No one in the whole Tribbiani line had ever had that many brains. They were either known for their loose morals or the fact that they could eat and eat. Joey just happened to get the best of both lines. Michael 's hair seemed to be a little bit darker than any other Tribbianis . The dead give away that he took after his father was of course that Michael had a gift for science. No Tribbiani was ever this smart, and the whole family had great hopes for him. Gina often wondered what ever happened to the guy that made her give birth to this little genius. What was he doing today and what would he do if he knew that he had a son.

Joey Sr. , Gloria, Gina and Michael sat in the third row as they watched the groom being walked up the aisle by what appeared to be two women.

"Who are they , does that mean he was raised by broads?" Joey Sr. asked as he saw Nora and Charles walk Chandler down the aisle.

"Joey explained this to me. His father is one of those female impersonators. "Gina explained to her father. "You know that dresses up like a woman and is really a man. A drag queen."

"Joey said that his mother writes dirty books. She also likes to have a lot of affairs." Gloria whispered to her husband.

"She is hot." Joey Sr. whistled. Gloria backhanded him with the ring. "Hey you got the pet stuffer, that 's enough." She yelled. Everyone turned around. "What are you lookin at?" she defended herself and Michael just shook his head. Family.

Gina still couldn't get over the fact that Joey was a minister. Of course, he couldn't be a priest. Like all of the Tribbianis , he liked to have sex too much. But then Gina saw something that struck her to the very core. She noticed the guy that was standing to the right of the minister. He was tall and had brown hair and dark , kind of sad eyes. There was something about him that seemed to be very familiar. She was trying to place where she had seen him at last. He seemed to have a very educated look for some reason. Then it hit her.

"I like a man who has a brain." The words echoed in her mind. She was barely fourteen and her girlfriend and her had snuck into some college party . Gina had always been the rebellious type and loved to party. Her friend Donna met up with some guy who was going to NYU and he invited her to his dorm party. Gina had snuck out and her and Donna went to the party.

There were all sorts of guys there. They all seemed to be about her brother Joey's age. She would grab a beer and then start dancing. When she danced , she seemed to have a hypnotic effect on one guy who had dark curly hair and a bushy mustache. He would just stand and watch her as he took a sip from his own beer.

Gina looked over at him. His eyes seemed to be sending her a message as he looked over the top of his beer cup. Gina saw something in him and proceeded to santer over in her high heels and Sergio Valente jeans. Sure he looked like he hadn't been with too many girls, but he was still cute.

"Hey you wanna dance?" Gina said as she bumped up against the guy. She was so young, so the alcohol was beginning to take effect on her.

Chewing her gum and swallowing the dark liquid, she kept swinging her hips back and forth.

"Hey you 're a good dancer." The guy with the dark hair smiled at Gina.

"Thanks , wanna make out?" Gina said as she forced herself on the guy. He wasn't used to women being so aggressive like this. He liked a soft , gentle type of girl, like the one he was trying to forget by drinking tonight. He looked into her brown eyes . She was pretty and he was feeling down. So he put his arms around her and then started to kiss her.

"Hey this is moving a little too fast." He said as he stopped for a minute. "I don't even know your name."

"It's Gina ." she smiled.

"I'm Ross."

Suddenly Gina began to piece everything together. The man who was the best man at his best friend's wedding was that college guy. He sure looked different than he did that night. His hair was no longer curly, just very wavy and the mustache was gone. He seemed to be looking at the girl who was standing across from him at the altar. She remembered those eyes. How could she forget those soulful eyes? She looked over at Michael and saw those eyes. No , he couldn't be, but didn't he say that he was studying some sort of science thing. Michael loved science and mathematics.

Could this man be Michael's father?