Okay...quick update, I'm in a rush! Thank you all for the reviews so far, theyre great...oh and Leondra, I cant believe I did that! I was so sure that I had written 'London, 2'...blond moment I tell you! But, as I couldnt be bothered changing it...lets just say that Phoebe was drunk and got confused...sound good? Hehe. Oh and there are a couple of things in this chapter that may make you all go 'wait? What, why?' I.E, decisions and behavoir of certain characters, but I assure you I shall explain it better in the coming chapters...I hope anyway! Please read and review, and keep telling me what you think should happen! I have a fair idea right now, but who knows? You guys might come up with something better!

I do not own friends/actors/characters, but I do currently own a clean room! Sprin Cleaning...I actually did it...and it was actually in Spring! Lets just see how long the room stays clean for, shall we? My guess is 45 minutes...

"And then I was like, hey kid! It's not a brontosaurus, it's a stegosaurus!"

"That's fascinating Ross, it really is." Rachel rolled her eyes as Ross took a sip of his coffee, then discreetly checked her watch. "I especially liked the part where you were comparing a T Rex to Jack Nicholson."

"Yeah," Ross said happily.

"Yeah…"

"Hello children," Chandler called as he walked through the door. "Gunther, can I get a coffee to go please?"

"Sure thing Joey."

Chandler rolled his eyes, sitting down next to Ross. "How long have we been coming here? He still gets me and Joey confused!"

"Well, you two do look…nothing alike…" Ross trailed off, glancing down at his hands.

"Aw, is my poor little hubby upset?" Rachel soothed as Gunther handed Chandler his coffee.

"Hubby? Hubby?"

"Yeah…Chandler and Rachel kinda got married in Vegas," Ross explained. Gunther turned to Chandler, his face filled with barely concealed rage.

"You two got married?"

"Yeah, but we're getting divorced."

"Annulled," Rachel corrected.

"You idiot!" the group watched as Gunther stalked off, then turned to face one another.

"So, how are things with Mon?"

"Let's just say, if we were living together, I would be sleeping on the couch…for a long time."

"Aw, is it really that bad?" Rachel asked softly.

"Well…it isn't as bad as it was on the plane-"

"Oh yeah, that was nasty! She gave you the coldest shoulder I have ever seen! Well, with the exception of the ones Rach used to give me when we broke up." Ross laughed, stopping abruptly when he saw the glares directed his way. "I'm gonna go get some more coffee…you guys want any more? Chan?"

"No thanks man." Chandler held up his full cup of coffee, to which Ross nodded in embarrassment.

"Ah…"

"So, is she talking to you?" Rachel asked once Ross had left the area.

"Yeah…but it's…its weird, you know?"

"Tell me about it…the most civil conversation I've had with her recently was 'Pass the butter'." Rachel sighed, then took a sip of coffee.

"What are we going to do Rach? I mean, I know that she is going to forgive us…but is there any way to speed up the process?"

"Candy? Flowers? Back massages? All of them from you, not me…well, maybe me?"

"I tried the flowers…she took them, smelt them, muttered thanks, then threw them in the sink."

"Oh, so that's why they were in there!" Rachel exclaimed. "…sorry."

"Ah, I don't know…maybe it will be better once we get the marriage annulled?"

"Oh yeah, I hope so…and listen Chandler, why don't you just leave that to me?"

"Really?"

"Yeah! You got enough on your plate at the moment…I'll take care of it, it'll be fine! In fact, I will do it right after I finish up here!" Rachel smiled at Chandler, who smiled back.

"Thanks Rach, you don't know how much this means to me…you're a great wife." He leaned over and kissed her cheek gently, then stood as Ross sat down. "Anyway, I gotta go attempt another conversation with my lovely girl…I'll catch you guys later."

"Bye!"

"Why does he always seem to leave when I sit down?" Ross wondered aloud.

"I don't know Ross, I really don't…oh, I need the number for your divorce lawyer too…gonna go down there now."

"Oh really? So you don't want to give the marriage a chance?" Ross joked as he pulled out his wallet, then frowned. "Chandler didn't pay for his drink…the bastard! He left it up to us!"

"Come on, it can be your wedding present to us…and no, I don't think we will be giving the marriage a try. Monica seems to be objecting to that…can't imagine why!"

Ross laughed, then handed her a card. "That's Russell's business card…he's good Rach."

"And most likely rich, with a client like you," Rachel commented as she put the card in her purse.

"Joke about it now Rach, but just remember. You are one marriage away from being just like me…yeah, you're almost as pathetic as me!" he laughed, then stopped suddenly. "Wait…"

"Ross, I didn't marry a lesbian, nor did I say another person's name at the alter…well, I don't think I did anyway…I'm no where near as close to being as pathetic as you!"

"Phoebe said that you were walked down the aisle by a fake Elvis! That's pretty pathetic!"

"Well…maybe Elvis was my dad?"

"Rach, I'm just saying, do you know how being divorced affects you? Quite often when you meet a person, they will do the bolt as soon as they find out. Especially with some one like you. Most men will think 'whoa! She's young, smart and gorgeous…why is she divorced? She must be impossible'."

"Guys are not going to think that about me Ross…are they?"

"Uh…yeah! Unless you tell them that it was a drunken mistake and you just married your, uh, best friend's boyfriend for 'something to do'. Then they are going to think 'bitch!'"

"Ross, this is really not helping-"

"If I was in your situation, I wouldn't want a failed marriage…maybe…maybe you should just stay married to Chandler?" Ross burst out laughing. "I mean, could you imagine? Oh man, that would be a twist!"

"Huh…yeah, it would be." Rachel nodded thoughtfully as Ross checked his watch.

"Oh I gotta go, I have to pick up Ben…talk to you later."

"Okay Ross," she said distractedly.

"Uh Rachel? Here's the check," Gunther said a few minutes later. Rachel looked at him blankly.

"What? But…oh, damnit!"

"Hey guys! Oh, Chandler, how are things with Mon?" Rachel asked as she sat down on the couch later that day.

"Better I think…she actually let me kiss her before!"

"Oh yay!" Phoebe said happily.

"Score one for the Chan Chan Man! Oh, how did everything go with the annulment?"

"All taken care of, just like I said it would be," Rachel reassured him.

"Yes! Thank you so much Rach."

"Oh its no problem, no problem at all…I'm just sad that we didn't get any wedding gifts."

"You can have my muffin," Phoebe said a moment later.

"Aw Pheebs, you shouldn't have." Chandler took the muffin from Phoebe, then handed it to Rachel. "As my ex wife, you are meant to take everything from me anyway, so…"

"Yeah…hey you guys wanna go see a movie?" Rachel suggested suddenly.

"No thanks, I've already seen one."

"Okay…Chandler?"

"Oh yeah, sure! I'll tell Mon about the divorce after…give her time to cool off."

"What? Why does she need time to cool off?" Phoebe asked.

"Oh well…I didn't tell you but when I said 'let me kiss her' what I really meant was 'I kissed her and she pushed me away, then scolded me for half an hour about it…but a movie sounds great! I'll just go get my jacket…and pay the check this time."

Rachel watched him walk off, then turned to Phoebe.

"Uh…Pheebs…you want to hear something kinda…strange?"

"Do I ever!"

"I…I didn't get the annulment…Chandler and I are still married."

"W-What!" Phoebe exclaimed.

"Rach, let's go!" Chandler called from the door. Rachel stood up, grabbing her purse and muffin.

"Yeah...kinda crazy huh? Don't tell anyone…I'll catch you later!"

Phoebe watched as Rachel walked off, her mouth hanging open in shock. She closed it abruptly, then leapt to her feet.

"Hey! Wait!"