This was really nice, but I'm not sure if I feel the spark...

Joey was haunted by these words. His dinner with Phoebe had ended in a way he hadn't expected. She told him she didn't feel a spark, the magic. How could that be? He was brilliant at the spark. He could call up ten girls that would agree with him.

"Hey, man," Chandler said, coming into the apartment. He noticed Joey's subdued mood as he was leaning on the counter top.

"Hey," Joey replied.

"What's up?"

"I have a spark, right?" he asked.

"Uh...sure," Chandler agreed. He had no idea what his friend was talking about.

"See, that's what I thought," Joey mused.

"The play getting to you?" Chandler asked. Joey had been practising a lot lately.

"No, no. I just...was on a date, and she said I didn't give off a spark," Joey snorted. "Dumb, right?"

"I wouldn't know. I'm not a girl," Chandler responded. "Maybe take her out again?"

"She didn't want to," Joey replied. "Man, I really thought there was something there."

"I'm sorry, Joe," Chandler said, patting his shoulder as he passed. He went to change out of his gym shorts. Joey traced the counter with his finger absently. He wasn't sure how to feel right now.

Rachel, Phoebe, & Monica

"Oohh that's a real nice one," Phoebe encouraged as Rachel came out and modeled a wedding dress.

"I don't know, you guys. It just doesn't have the right feel," Rachel said, looking at her backside in the mirror.

"This could be a long day," Monica muttered, pouring herself another glass of wine.

"She gave us decent bridesmaids dresses. She can take four days to pick a wedding dress, and I won't complain," Phoebe said through her fake smile to Rachel.

"That's a good point," Monica nodded. Rachel went back to the dressing room to pick another dress.

"So I was on a date last night," Phoebe said.

"Oh yea?" Monica asked, taking another swig.

"Yea. With Joey." Monica spewed her wine everywhere and gave Phoebe a stunned look.

"You what?!" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Yea. You know. We went on a date," Phoebe shrugged.

"Oh my God! When did you decide to do that?!" Monica demanded.

"When Chandler broke up with Janice. We were stuck in Joey's room," Phoebe answered.

"Wow. So, you just decided to start dating? Without telling us?!"

"I didn't realize I needed the board's approval," Phoebe sniffed.

"Well, no, but a little head's up would have been nice," Monica huffed. "So, how did it go?"

"Not great," Phoebe answered.

"Oh no," Monica said. "Why not?"

"I think I may have built it up in my head to be bigger than it was," Phoebe sighed. "I just didn't feel it, you know? I was sitting across from him and kept thinking, this is Joey. My friend, Joey. What the hell am I doing?!"

"Does he know you feel this way?"

"I told him there was no spark. I think it crushed him," Phoebe said sadly.

"I like this one!" Rachel called, coming out.

"Don't say a word," Phoebe warned.

"My lips are sealed," Monica whispered back. She turned to Rachel. "That's gorgeous, Rach!" Rachel spun for them.

"I really, really like this one," she beamed. It was long and loose with lace sleeves and lace that went across the swoop at the neckline. The bodice had flowery beading on it.

"I love it," Phoebe grinned.

"Me too," Monica agreed.

"Yea? Oh my God, you guys. I think I just found my dress!" Rachel squealed. The saleswoman was suddenly all over them from nowhere.

"Would you like me to wrap this up for you?" she asked.

"Let me take it off first," Rachel joked. She followed the woman to the back.

"So are you guys gonna be okay?" Monica asked, getting back to the Joey drama.

"I think so. We got through the last time."

"The...the what now?" Monica asked, not hearing her correctly.

"Oh. He kissed me when he was drunk and then took it back," Phoebe said casually. Monica gaped at her.

"When was that?!"

"When he had moved out of Chandler's place," Phoebe answered.

"This has been going on since then?!"

"Oh, I've had the hots for Joey since he dated Ursula," Phoebe laughed.

"Y-you...you...wow," Monica trailed off.

"I know right? Now I'm thinking I made it all bigger and better in my head than it really is," Phoebe mused.

"My head hurts," Monica groaned, holding it tightly with her hands.

"I'm getting so close to getting everything done!" Rachel squealed excitedly. "It has taken me forever to find the right dress. Now I can focus on the other stuff."

"Great," Monica said absently. She got up to follow Rachel to the cashier. Phoebe trailed behind her.

"Mon?" Phoebe asked.

"This isn't over," Monica told her sharply before turning back to Rachel and plastering a smile on her face.

Later

"I hate this woman!" Joey said angrily. He was with Ross and Chandler at the Perk. He had come from the set where he had been ridiculed all day.

"She sounds mean," Ross agreed.

"She got everyone to ask me to help open their drinks, and when I can't do it, they laugh at me!"

"Ouch," Chandler winced.

"Damn infomercial," Joey muttered.

"You want me to go down there and put her in her place?" Chandler asked.

"No. That would make it all worse," Joey sighed.

"Hi, sweetie," Rachel said, coming inside and giving Ross a kiss. "I found my dress."

"That's great!" Ross replied enthusiastically. She hugged him tightly. Monica and Phoebe came in looking exhausted.

"Long day?" Chandler asked, noticing. Joey shrank in his seat when he saw Phoebe. Monica caught this and gave Phoebe a pointed look.

"No. I didn't sleep the greatest last night," Monica lied.

"That's too bad," Ross commented.

"I gotta go," Joey said, getting up. "I have to rehearse."

"See you," Chandler nodded. Monica gave Phoebe a kick in the shin and tilted her head in Joey's direction with a meaningful look.

"All right," Phoebe said. The kick had hurt, but she wasn't about to show that. She followed Joey outside, calling after him.

"Ah, hey," he said, turning around to face her.

"You can't let things be weird between us," Phoebe instructed. "We gave it a try, and it didn't work. Now we know."

"Did it really not work, though?" Joey asked. "I thought I felt something."

"I...didn't. Joey, I'm sorry. If I could make myself feel something, I would," Phoebe told him. She looked at him sadly.

"All right," he said, bowing his head slightly. "Thanks anyway." He turned to go. Phoebe let him. She didn't know what else to say to him.

The Next Day

"You look at me and nothin'!" Joey was saying. He pulls Kate in for a kiss and pulls back. "Nothing!"

"That's a wrap for today," the director called. Chandler stepped out from behind the set and headed over to Joey.

"Nice work!" he said, clapping Joey's shoulder.

"Thanks, man. I just gotta grab my stuff from the back," Joey said, leaving. Chandler saw Kate across the stage, and he wandered over.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Lay off Joey," he answered. She was taken aback.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Stop making fun of him. He takes his work seriously," Chandler went on. "You are being mean and childish, and I think as a mature adult, you should knock it off while you're ahead."

"Aren't you a tough guy?" she scoffed.

"Hey, Chandler?" Joey called. "I'm ready."

"That man is my best friend, and I will not stand by while you ridicule him. I will find dirt on you, and I will use it if you don't knock it off," Chandler warned.

"Oohh I'm so scared," Kate mocked. Chandler gave her one last glare before turning to go out with Joey.

"What did you say to her?" Joey asked, fearful.

"I complimented her on her acting skills," Chandler answered. He felt her eyes on him as he walked away. He was confident he had gotten to her.

Monica & Phoebe

"Okay, Mon, you need to let this go. I have," Phoebe said. Monica was still going on about Joey.

"Should I ask why this shirt is under my bed?" Emily asked, coming out with a small t-shirt. She turned it around so they could see.

"It's Ross'," Monica told her. "Although, I don't think he could fit into that anymore."

"Frankie Says Relax," Emily read. "I feel relaxed already."

"I'll give it back to him. I think Rachel is the one who really wears it," Monica laughed. Emily handed it over to her.

"Still commuting huh?" Phoebe asked.

"Yea," Emily sighed. "They seem to value my work here too much to let me do my own thing in England. Colin is getting impatient."

"If he truly loves you, he'll be patient," Monica reassured her.

"It's more if I really love him," Emily said, tapping her finger to her cheek. "I'm not so sure anymore."

"There," Phoebe said. "You can focus on that now instead of me."

"Phoebs," Monica said. "I still think you should try again."

"No! End of discussion," Phoebe responded firmly. She got up and left.

"Joey not happy with her decision?" Emily asked.

"How did you know?" Monica asked.

"He told me all about it yesterday. He needed to get it off his chest apparently," Emily smiled. "I'm not to say anything."

"Me either. Oh it's so lovely to be able to talk to someone about it," Monica gushed.

"I think those crazy kids will figure it out," Emily said. "I think they just need more time."

A Week Later

"I think I'm going crazy," Chandler said to Phoebe.

"Why's that?"

"I can't stop thinking about Kate. She took my advice and started leaving Joey alone, but now we have this friction between us where she looks at me after she kisses Joey, and I think she's into me," Chandler explained.

"Since when do you watch Joey rehearse all the time?" she asked.

"Since I found out the woman he's acting with is beautiful," Chandler answered. He went all the time to watch. Kate was giving him the vibe, he knew she was. Then one day, she went home with the director, and Chandler had been crushed. He should have expected it.

"It's nice to see you getting over Janice," Phoebe noted.

"Yea," he agreed.

"The whole Monica thing...?"

"Over and done with," he answered. "She's with Richard anyway, and it looks serious. Nah, that was crazy."

"I think you're lying to yourself," Phoebe pointed out.

"Hey, guys," Ross said, coming into the cafe and sitting down beside them.

"Hey," they both said back.

"I can't believe I'm getting married to Rachel in a month!" he exclaimed. "A month!"

"We know," Chandler said. "You say it like every three seconds."

"Dude, I'm marrying my best friend, the girl I've been in love with my whole life," Ross said. "I will say it however many times I feel like it."

"We are really happy for you, Ross," Phoebe smiled.

"Thank you, Phoebs," Ross grinned.

"Oh," Chandler said, looking at his watch. "Joey should be off to rehearse soon!" He jumped up and bolted out of the cafe.

"Huh?" Ross asked, confused.

"He's in love with the leading lady," Phoebe told him.

"Ohhh," Ross said.

...

"That was bad! You are bad actors!" the director shouted. Chandler wanted to slug the guy. Kate and Joey were phenomenal in his mind. He saw Kate looked like she'd been punched in the heart.

"We'll pick up tomorrow," the director said, getting up and marching away. Chandler noticed Kate's understudy, Lauren, was hanging around Joey. He walked down the steps to join them.

"Hey, Chan?" Joey said. "I'm just outside." He had noticed his friend was interested in Kate, so he wanted to give them privacy even though the woman had driven him mad. She had seemed different lately, so maybe she wasn't all bad.

"You were great," Chandler told Kate. She smiled grimly.

"Well, unfortunately, you are not the director, so your thoughts don't count," she answered. She sighed heavily.

"You busy tonight?" Chandler asked.

"I really need to practise these lines," she answered. "I'm sorry."

"Let me help," Chandler suggested. "I have prior experience with Joey. I'm good." Kate hesitated for a moment.

"All right," she agreed.

Joey & Phoebe

"I'm never going to nail this," Joey moaned. "The director is already calling us crap."

"Let me see it," Phoebe said. He had gone over to her place because no one else wanted to help him. Chandler had Kate at their apartment, and Monica was too busy with her dollhouse her dead aunt had left her.

"Okay," Phoebe instructed. "She has to really feel it. Give me your best shot."

"Are you sure this is a good idea? After...you know," Joey said.

"I think it'll be fine," Phoebe replied.

"If you say so," Joey muttered. "Okay. 'Baby don't go! What do you say?'"

"'Give me a reason to stay!'" Phoebe read dramatically. She paused when he did nothing.

"I can't," he said. "I just can't. It's too weird."

"Joey," Phoebe said firmly. "You want to do well in this play, right?"

"Well, yea."

"Then you've got to put aside our issues and do this. Come on, kiss me!" she ordered. "From the top!" Joey paused before going along with it.

"'What do you say?'"

"'Give me a reason to stay!'" she cried again. He moved in and kissed her passionately. Phoebe felt a whole mix of different feelings, and they were all so, so good. When they pulled apart, Joey looked at her for reassurance.

"Wow," she said. There it was. The spark.

"Yea?"

"If I was the director, I'd give you a gold star," she said huskily. Oh the spark was bursting into flames now.

"That good huh?"

"Oh yea."

"So, do you wanna...?"

"Stop talking," she commanded, pulling him into her and kissing him again soundly. At first he was going to pull away, but then it got so intense that he couldn't. This was what he had wanted for so long, and it was happening.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking at her.

"Yes," she nodded. Then she was in his lap, and things just started getting more intense from there.

The Next Day

"I can't believe you're playing with the dollhouse," Ross snorted, watching Monica.

"I waited years to play with this thing," she answered haughtily. "I'm finally getting my way."

"Can I play?" Ross asked in a childish voice.

"Okay," Monica replied happily. He hurried over and joined her.

"Oh my," Emily said, coming out of her room and seeing them. "Having fun?"

"Yes," Monica nodded emphatically.

"I'm just supervising the play," Ross said, looking sheepish. Emily bit down a laugh. She knew he was lying.

"Actually, that's my job," Richard said from the couch. He was looking over his newspaper at them.

"Hello, children," Chandler said coming in. They all turned to see him beaming.

"Someone got lucky," Richard noted. He went back to his newspaper.

"I sure did!"

"Really?" Monica asked, intrigued.

"Yup. Kate came over to rehearse with me, and before we knew it..." Chandler imitated the motions of sex.

"Aww all right," Ross said. "That was a bit much."

"I need to go wash my eyes," Emily said, leaving the room and going into the bathroom.

"That's good," Monica said, not looking at him.

"It is good. Very good. I'm off to go watch rehearsal. Do you think she'll like that pizza place? I'm gonna take her to lunch there after," Chandler said. He didn't wait for an answer before going out the door.

"He's in looove," Ross joked.

"Are you playing or not?" Monica asked.

"Oh, yea," he said, getting back to it. Richard chuckled to himself.

...

"I was caught up in the moment," Kate said. "I'm sorry you feel bad. Haven't you ever been with a woman where it meant more to her than it did to you?"

"Not exactly," Chandler answered. He felt like his soul had been crushed. Kate gave him an "oh well" glance and walked out with the director. Chandler wanted to kick something.

"What's up?" Joey asked, noticing.

"Kate dumped me," Chandler muttered.

"Aw, man," Joey sympathized.

"Whatever. I don't know why I thought it would work," Chandler sighed.

"Cos you have hope, dude. Don't ever lose that," Joey advised. They walked out together, and Chandler didn't say a word for the rest of the way home. Joey was busy thinking about Phoebe. Once they started having sex, it just kept happening everywhere. He was actually scheduled to meet her in ten minutes at the lady's room at the Perk. He couldn't get enough of her. They had agreed to keep it a secret for now so as not to overshadow Ross and Rachel's wedding day. Joey was okay with this. The secrecy made it so much more fun.

A Week Later

"I can't believe they took the suggestion to put us on wheels," Monica complained. She was practising rolling on her new roller skates outside of the Perk with Phoebe and Rachel helping.

"They took my idea!" Phoebe shouted excitedly.

"That was you?!"

"Yea. Oh, off you go," she said, pushing her back towards Rachel.

"Here's your cocoa," Gunther said, handing her a mug.

"Oohh," Rachel said, going to grab it.

"RACH!" Monica screamed, slamming into her. They both fell hard. Phoebe rushed over.

"Are you all right?" she asked them. Gunther even looked concerned.

"Ohhh," Rachel moaned. Monica got up gingerly and then took off the skates. Phoebe and Gunther helped Rachel up.

"I'm sorry," Monica said. "I wish they had brakes on these things."

"It's okay. I think I'm just bruised," Rachel said, wincing.

"Get home and rest," Phoebe suggested.

"I will," Rachel agreed. She hailed a cab and got in, leaving them there.

"So, still nothing with Joey?" Monica asked when Gunther went inside.

"No, and stop asking!" Phoebe ordered. She hoped it wasn't written on her face. She and Joey had been going at it for a week now. It was still glorious.

"Okay, okay," Monica said. She headed up to her apartment. Phoebe hailed a cab for herself and went to work.

Joey & Chandler

"I know you're depressed about Kate and all," Joey said, "but the goatee is a little much. You look like Satan."

"Well that explains the spitting from people on the street," Chandler said sarcastically. He was in the lounger and watching TV. Joey wasn't sure what else to say. When Chandler didn't want to be cheered up, he really didn't want to be cheered up. A commercial came on about baby chickens and how if they weren't adopted, they were killed. Chandler flicked the channel before it finished, but Joey had an idea. He went across the hall and into Monica's apartment.

"Can I borrow your phone?" he asked her.

"Sure," she nodded.

"Your phone broken?" Richard asked, curious.

"I don't want Chandler to hear," Joey answered, dialing.

"Ah," Richard said, getting it.

"Hey, I just saw your ad, and I wanna get one of those chicks. They're so cute!" Joey said into the phone. Monica and Richard shared a look with one another. They had no idea what he was talking about.

Later

"Look what I got!" Joey cried, revealing the box to Chandler, who had returned from getting a coffee. He peered into the box then looked at Joey.

"It's a chicken," he said, not understanding.

"It's cute though, right?" Joey said, picking it up.

"You guys know anything about chicks?" Phoebe asked. She had been there with Joey, and they had recently enjoyed each other's company very much.

"Fowl? No. Women?" Chandler asked, heh hehing. Then he hung his head. "No."

"Okay, well they need constant care, a lot of food, and a lot of love," Phoebe told them sternly.

"No problems there!" Joey claimed, holding the chick to his chest and giving it a big hug.

"Whoa boy," Chandler commented.

The Next Day

"Maybe we weren't ready for a chick," Joey commented. They looked at the chirping baby chicken, and nodded together.

"I'll take her back tomorrow," Chandler said. It had been exhausting, and it wasn't fun arguing over who was looking after it more.

"Hey," Phoebe said coming in. "How is she?" She scooped the chick out of the box.

"Cute, but going back tomorrow," Joey answered.

"Awww," Phoebe said. "Probably for the best though."

"Yea," Chandler agreed.

"Unbelievable!" Monica shouted, coming into the apartment.

"What?" Joey asked.

"You'll never believe what I have to wear now!" she shrieked. She shoved a t-shirt into Chandler's hands. He held it open.

"Whoa," Joey laughed. Phoebe bit down a laugh herself. Chandler was trying to look around at it while Monica stood there wringing her hands.

"I didn't know they could modify your suggestions," Chandler said after finally seeing it.

"You suggested this!" Monica freaked.

"I suggested a more R-rated version of this," Chandler laughed.

"Give it," Monica said, snatching it. It was humiliating. It was a long t-shirt with a woman's very well toned body in a bikini with no head as it ended at the neck, and Monica's head would be the top of the "body."

"That's...that's really something," Joey said, stifling a snigger.

"I am NOT wearing this!" Monica shouted. "I am a chef, not a freaking bikini model!"

"What are you gonna do?" Phoebe asked.

"I'm quitting," Monica snapped. "The roller blades was enough, but this? No. I'm not doing this." She stormed off and slammed the door behind her.

Ross & Rachel

"Ow, ow, ow, ow," Rachel said, walking over and reaching for the pain killers. Reaching up was the worst. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she said as she lowered her arm. Ross was at work, but he was supposed to be on his way home. She was by herself with what felt like a broken rib, not that she'd admit that to anyone. Moving was excruciating.

"Hi, sweetie," Ross said, coming in just as the bottle of pills exploded and went scattering across the floor. He stopped and surveyed the mess.

"Hi," Rachel said. "Just taking a pill."

"You're still that bad?" Ross asked.

"Nooo," Rachel lied.

"Pick up one," Ross said, gesturing. Rachel stood there for a moment contemplating how she was gonna do it. "If you can't do it," Ross started.

"I got it, I got it, I got it," Rachel chanted. She worked a pill between her toes and pulled it up to her hand.

"That is very hygenic," Ross said sarcastically. "Come on, you're going to the hospital."

"No! I can't. I have a very important dinner with my boss tonight," Rachel said. "I can't miss it."

"You can't keep walking around like that either. You probably have a broken rib," Ross told her, reading her mind.

"If you help me get dressed, then I'll go to the dinner and go to the hospital right after," Rachel said.

"I think you should go now. How are you gonna greet all those people? With your foot?" Ross asked, mimicking her earlier movement with his foot.

"If I have to," Rachel agreed grimly.

"Come on," he urged.

"Just help me get ready," she begged. He stood there looking at her. She pouted at him.

"Okay, fine, but we are going right after," Ross said.

"You're the best," Rachel praised. He followed her as she shuffled to their bedroom. Ross did his best, but in the end, she looked in the mirror in horror. She looked like a damn hooker. Ross was searching the closet for her favorite dress when she reached for the leggings that were on the bed to put them on.

"OOOWWWW!" she shrilled as she pulled something, falling down onto the mattress. Ross was immediately by her side.

"Rach?"

"Ow!"

"Rachel."

"Ow!"

"Sweetie, I really think you should..."

"Ow!"

"...go to the hospital," Ross finished over her cries of pain. She looked at him then.

"All right," she agreed. "I need to go. Right now."

"Okay," he said, moving to get her some clothes. She reached to wipe off her makeup then.

"Owwww!" she hollered. Ross spun around.

"What, what?!"

"I can't go to the hospital looking like this," Rachel moaned, looking at him mournfully.

Chandler & Joey

"That's a duck," Joey said, looking at it. He looked at Chandler next.

"Yea. See the thing is, I went to take the chick back, and the outcome wasn't good, so I decided to keep her. I also took the duck because his fate wasn't so good either," Chandler explained.

"Oh, well, that's...that's a good thing you did," Joey said, starting to smile. So his friend liked the birds' company after all.

"I thought so," Chandler nodded.

"Is it helping?"

"What? Forget about Kate? Not entirely, but it's a distraction," Chandler answered.

"I'll take it," Joey grinned.

Monica & Richard

"You quit, huh," Richard said as Monica finished telling her story.

"I did. I know I needed the money, but honestly, I can't wear this!" she cried, throwing the t-shirt away.

"I agree," Richard said.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," Monica confessed. She tried hard not to cry.

"I know someone who has just joined a new restaurant that's opening soon. Want me to ask if they could use another chef?" Richard asked. Monica perked up a this.

"I...I could do that," she agreed.

"The only thing is the owner," Richard said, cocking his head.

"Who...who is it?"

"It's that Pete Becker guy," Richard told her.

"Oh."

"Yea. If that makes you uncomfortable..."

"No, no! That would be fantastic. Oh, Richard, you've saved my butt," Monica laughed, hugging him.

"Well, good. I like your butt," he teased.

"Are you okay with me working under Pete?" Monica asked, pulling back.

"As long as you're not under Pete," Richard joked.

"Richard!" she said, smacking him playfully. "I would never do that."

"I know," he smiled. "I trust you." She kissed him then. She was so lucky that Richard was in her life. She couldn't imagine it without him.

A Week Later-Joey's Play Premiere

"Are you sure you'll be all right going?" Joey asked Chandler as he got ready.

"I'll be fine. She'll be all the way down on that little stage far away from me and my crushed soul," Chandler replied.

"All right. I really don't think you should be going," Joey said.

"I'll be fine! Relax," Chandler said.

"You guys ready?" Monica asked, opening the door. Richard was behind her.

"Yup," Joey said, moving towards them. Chandler followed, messing around with his tie. "Where's Phoebs?"

"In there," Monica gestured. Joey peeked in to see Phoebe on the phone. He went over to her.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "You're gonna miss opening night."

"I'm on hold. I'm the next caller in line. I'll be there as soon as I get this dealt with," Phoebe promised.

"All right," Joey nodded. He wanted to kiss her, but everyone was watching.

"Break a leg!" she called after him.

Later

"You have ended my career!" the director shouted, throwing the paper down and storming off. Chandler saw him gesturing wildly at Kate, who was then crying as she hurried away from him. Chandler chased after her.

"Hey," he said, catching her arm. "You okay?"

"No, I'm not okay," Kate sniffled. "I suck, and my boyfriend just dumped me because of my review."

"Well, he's a dick," Chandler pointed out. "And you don't suck."

"I left an opportunity to be on a soap for this," Kate went on.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Chandler empathized. "Let me walk you home." She nodded and allowed him to tuck her arm under his. The gang didn't see him leave with her, but he knew they wouldn't worry about it.

...

"How are your ribs?" Monica asked Rachel. They were back at her apartment. Emily was there too for a few days. Monica sometimes still wasn't used to her coming and going all the time.

"Better," she replied. "I was to not do much moving for a while. The pain isn't so bad now."

"Oh good," Richard said, smiling at her.

"Yea, it was hard keeping her down when there's so much left to do," Ross chimed in.

"Like what?"

"I don't even know," Ross shook his head. "But I'm assuming there's lots."

"Do you have a honeymoon picked out yet?" Emily asked. Ross and Rachel looked at each other, taken aback.

"N-nooo," Rachel said. "Oh my God! How could we forget to book a honeymoon!"

"I'm sure you can get something," Monica started.

"I know!" Phoebe called from the couch. She was still on hold. They all looked at her.

"What?" Ross asked.

"My client has this cottage in Montauk. I bet I can get him to let you stay there," Phoebe said proudly.

"That...that's actually a great idea," Rachel said, getting excited. "Oh, Ross! A beach! It's perfect."

"I agree," Ross smiled. "Thanks, Phoebs!"

"Can you call him now?" Rachel asked.

"Um, not yet," Phoebe said, gesturing that she was still on hold.

"Still waiting, huh?" Emily asked, looking at Phoebe sympathetically.

"They'll get to me. I'm the next caller," Phoebe answered firmly. Emily shared a worried look with the others.

"Did Colin happen to call?" Emily asked.

"Yes. I told him I'd give you his message. He's at the place with the phangle," Phoebe said.

"What's a phangle?" Emily asked, puzzled.

"Oh that's a filler word I use when I don't remember the real one," Phoebe said, nodding. Emily inhaled deeply. She loved Phoebe, but this whole phone thing was getting annoying fast.

The Next Day

"Aren't those the same clothes you were in last night?" Monica asked when Chandler entered her apartment that morning.

"You are absolutely right. I spent the night with Kate. Not that way. She was really drunk then slept it off, and we talked the whole night," he grinned.

"Oh you had the night!" Phoebe called from the couch where she was still on hold.

"The night?" Chandler asked.

"Yea! The night where you talk and learn about each other."

"You think?" Chandler inquired.

"Do you know about her family?" Emily asked, getting involved. She knew about the "night" too.

"Two brothers. One died," Chandler answered.

"Yay!" Phoebe cried. He smiled.

"I'm happy for you," Monica said, hugging him. Things were still a wee awkward between them, but they were getting better.

"I'm off to go see her before the play again this afternoon," Chandler said. He gave a hop and went out the door.

"Good to see him so excited," Emily said. Phoebe didn't say anything about how Monica could have made him that happy too. She was wise to know that wouldn't end well.

Later

"Hey!" Joey called, rushing up to Chandler outside the theatre. "Was it better the second time?"

"Uh huh. Sure," Chandler said absently.

"What's wrong?" Joey asked, sensing Chandler's mood.

"Kate left," Chandler answered, kicking at a stone.

"What?"

"Yea. General Hospital still wanted her, so she left to do that. She said she couldn't stay here for me," Chandler said. He clenched his fists in his pockets.

"Aw, man. I'm sorry," Joey said.

"It's all right. I'm meant to be alone, Joey. I've accepted this," Chandler added.

"No. You're not meant to be alone. Look, there is someone out there for you, I know it!"

"I appreciate your enthusiasm," Chandler said dryly. Joey put his arm around Chandler and squeezed him.

"I know it. Don't give up just yet," he assured Chandler. They walked home together while it started to rain, and Chandler felt it was very suiting to his mood.

Joey & Phoebe

"Hey," Phoebe said, entering Joey's apartment. Chandler was at the Perk with Ross trying to cheer up.

"Did you finally hang up?" Joey asked.

"Yea. I'm sorry I missed your play, twice."

"It's okay," Joey reassured her.

"Want me to make it up to you?" she asked.

"All right!" he exclaimed. She leaped into his arms, kissing him.

Monica & Richard

"I think I'm going to quit," Monica said to Richard. She had been thinking about it, and now she was voicing it.

"Again?" he asked, surprised.

"Well, Pete is a bit...crazy," Monica told him. "He's now an Ultimate Fighter..."

"Oohh," Richard winced. "Really?"

"Yea, and he keeps saying he's going to be the best one ever, and I don't think I want to work under someone who is delusional," Monica explained.

"Are you sure? Sometimes that can work in your favor," Richard teased.

"He keeps hitting on me too," Monica said.

"Definitely time to move on," Richard responded, nodding his head emphatically.

"You're not mad?"

"No! I don't want you around a psycho who keeps hitting on you," Richard laughed. "Besides, didn't you always want to cater? Like you did when we first met?"

"I did," Monica said, thinking hard. "I still do. Is it too impossible though?"

"Not at all," Richard shook his head. "I know you can do it. I have friends who need their parties catered. Want me to hook you up?"

"Yes!" she shouted. He laughed as she did her victory dance.

Ross & Rachel

"We're getting married in a week," Rachel said in awe. "A week, Ross!"

"I know," he replied, growing excited. "Isn't it amazing?!"

"I love you so much," she said, kissing him.

"I love you too," he said after. "I can't believe we got everything done in time too."

"We're just that good," Rachel smiled. Ross smoothed her hair and looked into her eyes. This was his soulmate. He was so glad everything had worked out the way he always imagined. He couldn't wait to start their life together.

Thanks for reading! I'm saving the Big Day for next time :) I apologize for the whole No Spark thing. I had to swap it from Monica's no spark with Pete. I hope you liked the twist. And Mondler fans, have hope. It's coming!