A/N: Yes, I'm alive! I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated in like forever. And I feel really bad, 'cause you waited so long and all I'm gonna post is this wind-down chapter and the epilogue. But on the bright side, I just saw Zoom with Courtney Cox, and her also playing Monica gave me an idea for a crossover short chapter fic…It might be a bit of a stretch, but I think I can make it work.

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"It's done, guys!" Phoebe announced, holding up a bottle of the green liquid.

They were at Monica's apartment after what everyone agreed was a very, very long day. Monica and Chandler were sitting on the couch, holding hands and looking at Phoebe with relieved smiles on their faces.

Ross was in the easy chair…he whined that he had no idea how Rachel managed to sit in straight backed chairs while carrying an extra twenty pounds.

Joey was leaning on the back of the couch, catching his breath. He had made a run for it after being attacked by a mob of screaming fans. After two days of being famous, he was ready to climb back down the ladder of success and climb back up the right way.

Rachel hadn't arrived yet. They had all figured she was running a little late, keeping themselves occupied watching Phoebe put the last minute touches on the potion. Now they were starting to worry.

Giving her a hug, Joey exclaimed, "That's great, Pheebs! I never thought I say this, but…I don' wanna be famous!"

"Okay, Joe, hard to breathe here." Phoebe pushed her friend off, then motioned for everyone to come into the kitchen. "Come on! Rachel can take it later!"

They didn't need to wait too long, however. A few minutes after Phoebe got the tea ready, Rachel burst through the door, piss drunk. She nearly fell over as the door swung open, and stumbled over to the kitchen table. "Hewo everbosy!"

Horrified at the sight of his drunken body, Ross jumped up and went over to her. "What the hell happened! Please tell me you weren't like this in front of my coworkers!"

"Of course I wasn't, silly," Rachel assured him, a playful grin on her…his face. "I was like this in front of you students! They throw a really great party!"

Ross gaped at her, terrified. "Oh God…they had a party…right there in the classroom?"

"Oh, no, the class was a total bust," Rachel shook her head, but didn't seem too bothered by the fact. "I won a few hands of poker, and this guy brought in a six pack. I told him he couldn't have it here…see, I was responsible…and we moved the party to his place! You, my friend, are now the coolest professor on campus! See what I do for you?' She then collapsed in his arms.

"Oh my god…Chandler…I mean Monica…oh, forget it, Joey, get over here!" Unable to hold Rachel due to his belly, he passed her to Joey, then fell into a chair. He put his head in his hands. "My career is ruined."

"Hah, bet you're glad you're not you now," Phoebe quipped, then lowered her eyes at the others' stares. "Okay, well, drink up!"

Monica and Chandler each took a mug, then looked at each other. They had come to their individual understandings during the day, and made a silent promise to talk once everybody was gone. Phoebe had said they didn't need to say their wishes aloud, so they clinked their mugs and gulped the tea down.

After Phoebe handed him his mug, Ross gave one last glance at his own body and chugged the tea. He then took Rachel's. Putting it on the table, he revived Rachel. Convincing her the tea was a new alcohol, he got her to drink it, albeit sloppily.

Taking his own mug, Joey hesitated. On one hand, he was thrilled that he would be able to go out in public, but on the other…Swearing to himself that he would one day reach that level of success on his own, Joey finished off the tea in seconds.

Remembering she would need to drink the tea too, Phoebe took the last mug. As her friends watched on, she drank it, and made the wish.

All feeling tingly inside, they put their mugs in the sink. Saying their goodbyes to Monica and Chandler, the rest left the apartment, making an agreement to meet at Central Perk first thing in the morning. Hopefully, all would be getting there in their own bodies.

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By the time they got back to their apartment, Rachel was much more sober. She was confused at first, then figured the potion must be an anti-hangover medicine as well. No doubt there was still a buzz, but her head had stopped pounding in the car. And she definitely felt it when Ross rounded on her once he shut the door.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry!" Rachel cried, tears welling. She held them back with all her might – it wouldn't help her case to make Ross' body cry. "I don't know what happened! This guy wanted to use his music player then the whole class used theirs and they started a game of poker and…I couldn't stop it, Ross, I just couldn't! I'm not a teacher!"

Ross stared at her for a long second, then finally put an arm around her shoulders and guiding her to the couch. "Sh, it's okay. I guess I understand, it's just…these are the people I see every day, Rach!"

"I know, I'm sorry," Rachel repeated, blowing her nose on a tissue Ross handed her. "I think …I think it had to do with the fact that I haven't been able to party in, like, forever! When those guys started talking about going out and getting a drink, it sounded like so much fun!"

Ross considered her argument. After spending time pregnant, and not being able to have beer, he was anxious to get back into his body. But Rachel…she was going back into this body, back to being pregnant, and would stay that way for a few months. "I guess I can't be too mad at you. I mean, you got through my other classes okay…right?'

"Oh, yeah, it was just that last class," Rachel assured him. "It's probably 'cause it was the last class on a Friday. If I had it, I wouldn't even…it wouldn't even be one of my favorite classes." She caught herself, not wanting to be chided for her old college habits.

"Yeah, it couldn't have been too easy being me," Ross remarked.

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and it was so easy being me?"

"Well…" Ross hesitated. He could lie, say it was a piece of cake. But he didn't want to win the bet that way. He would feel way too guilty watching her struggle as her pregnancy progress, especially after he experienced it. "It was a nightmare. I can't wait to get into my good old, not pregnant body."

Rachel felt an 'I told you so' on the tip of her tongue, but restrained herself. "Yeah, I guess I can't wait to be my old self either."

He studied her expression. "Does that mean I'm off the hook?"

"I think it's only fair," Rachel replied, smiling. "You have to deal with a bunch of kids every day. You don't need to baby-sit another one when you get home."

"Thank you. But I won't complain when you ask me to do stuff for you anymore. I promise." He almost kissed her cheek in relief, but remembered in the nick of time that he would have to kiss his own cheek. The two sat there for a moment, then Ross stood. "I'm exhausted – I'm going to bed early. 'Night."

"Good…you know, Ross," Rachel began. She was eager to sleep off the alcohol, but for some reason she didn't want to be alone just yet. "You want to watch a movie or something?"

Ross paused, then joined her on the couch and grinned. "You couldn't have asked before I got up?"

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"They're gone," Monica sighed, relaxing with Chandler on their couch. She turned to him, a sympathetic frown. :"How was your day, honey?"

Chandler rubbed his eyes. "You don't want to know."

"Oh God…you screwed up for the critic, didn't you?" Monica flopped back on the couch. "I can't believe it, Chandler! I work so hard, then this one critic is going to ruin my restaurant's reputation all because I wasn't in my own body!"

"Oh, no, it's not that," Chandler interjected. "It went fine, Didn't I call you?"

"No."

"Well, I called Ross," Chandler explained, "and he put on the Food Network. I made the recipe the chef on TV was making, and if I do say so myself, it didn't bomb too much."

"Really?" Monica's eyes lit up, then thought for a second. "What didn't you want me to know?"

Chandler moved to the other end of the couch, hopefully out of slapping range. "You may want to invest in a new chef's jacket when you get back on Monday."

"What did you…" Monica trailed off, then waved a hand. "Never mind. As long as the critic liked it, I don't care. The only thing is, I'll have to add whatever you made to the specials menu." She then gave him a grateful look. "Thank you, honey. You didn't have to od this for me…I may have exaggerated when I was talking about the critic's reputation."

"I figured you were, but I did it anyway," Chandler remarked.

Monica sighed. "No, I mean it. After how much we've been fighting, I thought I would have to drag you out of bed kicking and screaming before you agreed to do it. I can't figure out how to…well, repay you."

"'Dragging you out of bed kicking and screaming'," Chandler grinned at her, playing out the sexual fantasy in his head. "I think you just did."

"Shut up." Monica playfully smacked his arm. "So, you wanna know how your meeting went or not?"

"Truth? 'Or not.'"

"Chandler!"

"Fine, I'm all ears."

"It went off without a hitch," Monica stated, pride in her voice. "Of course, I had to reorganize everything first, and your boss is a total wuss."

Chandler laughed. "My office is clean isn't it?"

"You know me so well."

"By the way," Chandler started, "You never told me what you thought of my assistant."

"Oh…" Monica stared down at the floor. "Well…she thinks you're gay."

"Well, who doesn't," Chandler deadpanned. "What gave you that idea?"

Monica took a second deciding if she should tell him about Gabriella, but then figured that he was better off not knowing. "What I meant was, I realized that I never had to worry about you. It was all in my head. I was…I was…"

"Wrong?" Chandler smirked.

"Not wrong," Monica corrected. "Just…transferring my frustration at not getting to see you often to Gabriella."

"Transferring emotions, huh? Someone's been watching Frasier," Chandler quipped.

Monica chuckled. "You know what I meant."

"Yeah," Chandler sighed. "And I think I don't help by being inconsiderate of your cleanliness obsession. How about I try to pick up my clothes, and you try to take earlier shifts?"

"Will do," Monica agreed. She wanted to kiss him so bad, but she kept seeing her own face. She blinked, looking down.

"What?"

"I want to kiss you, but you're not…you," Monica explained.

"Same here," Chandler admitted. "In fact, I have no idea how I'm going to sleep next to you without going insane. In fact, I think I'm gonna sleep on the couch."

Unable to sit next to him, Monica got up. "Good, and I promise I'll make it up to you when we're back in our own bodies."

"Can I get that in writing?"

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And that's it! You waited all this time for that, hehe. Next chapter's the epilogue.