Hey all. I finally got back to this story. I'm sorry it took so long. There was just a lot that happened in my life, and then I got Avenger fever after Endgame and started writing for that fandom. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Rachel wondered why she had let her sister live with them. She thought about this as she watched Jill return with bags from her shopping spree. Wasn't the whole point of this to help her get onto her feet?

"You'll never guess what kind of deals I got!" Jill squealed, hopping a little. Ross came out of the bedroom then, eyeing up Jill's shopping bags.

"Um," he started.

"I got this," Rachel cut him off. "Jill, honey, how did you buy all this stuff? I thought Daddy took away your credit card."

"Please," Jill scoffed. "I prepared for this moment. I memorized those numbers the moment I got the card at 15."

"Jill..."

"Look at all this cool stuff! Here's my 'I'm making it on my own' sweater," Jill said, holding up a very nice red sweater. "And my 'Wouldn't this butt look amazing in this apartment you're gonna rent me' pants." She held them up too. Rachel shook her head.

"Honey, the first step in making it on your own is to give up the card," she said, remembering how her friends helped her cut up hers all those years ago.

"I did give it up," Jill said logically, frowning.

"She means to say you have to un-memorize the number of the card," Ross said helpfully.

"Oh, that's burned in there forever," Jill laughed. She put her things back in the bags while Rachel looked at Ross.

"Excuse me," she said, going to the other room. She picked up the phone and dialed. She knew Jill would be furious, but it was for her own good.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Daddy," Rachel said. "How are you?"

"Sweet Pea! I'm good. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Leonard asked.

"I need you to cancel Jill's credit card," Rachel explained. She rubbed her belly absently. At just over 11 weeks pregnant, she still hadn't told him about the baby. She wasn't sure what was holding her back from telling her parents. She guessed it had something to do with losing the first baby and scared she was going to lose this one too. Why upset more people about it? She had asked Jack and Judy to not tell anyone, and they promised to keep it quiet. So far, they had kept their word because her mother hadn't called about it. Everyone else respected Rachel's choice of keeping it on the down low.

"Why's that?" Leonard asked, breaking into her thoughts.

"She is still using it," Rachel answered.

"How?"

"She memorized the numbers."

"Oh, geez. All right. Why is she with you?"

"She said she wants to make it on her own, so we're helping her get onto her feet."

"That's extremely generous of you," Leonard commented.

"Well, I try," Rachel said, flushing at his compliment. They said their goodbyes, and she hung up. Next item on the Jill To Do List: get a job.

Monica

She awoke feeling a bit better. Pieces of the night before entered her mind, and she sat up boltright. Chandler had told her he loved her! She loved him! They were going on a date! She flung her legs out from under the covers and hurried to the living room.

"Chandler?" she said hopefully.

"Nope, just me," Phoebe answered. She was flicking through a magazine.

"What are you doing here?" Monica asked.

"Chandler asked me to stay while he went to work. He couldn't wait for you to get up, and he wanted to let you sleep."

"Oh."

"Sooo," Phoebe said suggestively. Chandler had already told her, and she waited for Monica to say something.

"So what? I'm sick," Monica commented.

"Chandler stayed the night?" Phoebe prompted.

"On the couch," Monica answered.

"He loves you!" Phoebe burst out, not able to contain it anymore. She never was good at keeping stuff in. Well, stuff that wasn't hers.

"He told you?" Monica asked, stunned.

"Hell yea! I'm so happy for you!" Phoebe exclaimed, getting up to hug her friend. Monica hugged her back, grinning now.

"It feels so surreal," she said.

"When are you going out?" Phoebe asked.

"When I'm better."

"So hurry up already!"

"I'm trying," Monica laughed. She couldn't wait, but she wanted to be healthy too. She wanted the end of the day to get there because she wanted to see Chandler.

Joey

"Rach, I don't think it's a good idea," Joey said. He was looking at Jill, who was examining her nails. She was bossy and loud. He didn't want to work with her.

"Gunther already hired her," Rachel said. "So you have to train her."

"No."

"Joey!"

"How hard can it be?" Jill interrupted. He glared at her.

"It's a little more challenging than you think," he argued.

"Prove it," Jill shrugged. Joey looked around, but there was currently no one in the cafe to serve. He looked back at her, frustrated.

"Do it for me. Please?" Rachel begged him. He scowled, but he caved.

"Fine. I don't share my tips, though."

"Fine," Rachel said.

"Wait, there's tips?" Jill asked, perking up.

"They're all mine," Joey snapped, grabbing his cloth and going to wipe down the tables. This was his job. He didn't want to share it. Jill followed him as Rachel left.

"You missed a spot," Jill commented, pointing. He rubbed at it angrily.

"Are you blind? It's still there," Jill scoffed. He took the cloth and threw it at her.

"You do it then," he said, moving to collect the dirty mugs people had left. Jill wiped the table until it was spotless, smiling at her work. Then she frowned. She was better than this job. Why had Rachel stuck her here? It didn't make much sense. She should be in fashion, like Rachel. She'd talk to her about it later. She saw the money on the table and reached for it.

"AAHH!" Joey shouted, snatching it before she got it. "Tips are mine, remember?"

"You're mean," she pouted.

Joey stuffed the bills into his pocket and didn't respond. Rachel had better make this up to him.

Later-Chandler

He hurried up the stairs, eager to see Monica. Work had been excruciating, and he thought it was never going to end.

"Mon?" he asked, going inside.

"Hi," she smiled, turning around on the couch. She had gotten dressed at least. She still felt sick, though. Phoebe had left to go play at the cafe. He grinned at her.

"I missed you," he said, going to join her. He put his arm around her, and she leaned into him.

"I missed you too," she answered. It still felt surreal.

"You feeling any better?" he asked.

"Not much better, but a little."

"That's good," he said.

"It is," she smiled. She turned the TV on then, enjoying being next to him. E.T. was on, so they started watching it. Before long, Joey came up.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" Monica asked.

"I just needed a break from Jill," Joey answered, digging into her fridge.

"Jill?" Monica asked. "Rachel's sister?"

"Yea. Rachel got her a job at the Perk, so now I have to train her. She's annoying," Joey replied, biting into the goodness he had scored from the fridge.

"Jill working? That would be weird," Chandler commented.

"She thinks she's better than me," Joey scoffed. Then he saw the TV. "Aw, E.T.! I love that movie. He gets to stay with Elliott in the end."

"No, Joe. E.T. goes home," Monica corrected. Joey stopped eating, his eyes welling up.

"Oh, I forgot," he said, turning to wipe his tears away.

"Bambi always made me cry worse than this," Monica commented.

"The cartoon?" Chandler asked. She looked at him.

"You didn't cry when Bambi's mother died?" she asked, surprised.

"It was devastating when they stopped drawing the deer," Chandler answered sarcastically.

"Don't you cry at anything?" Joey asked, incredulous. The Bambi talk had brought on more tears. He blew his nose.

"I'm just not the crying kind of guy," Chandler answered, shrugging. He caught Monica's glance then, and he felt worried. Would this make her not want to date him now?

"You must be made of stone then," Joey commented. "I'm going back to work."

"All right," Chandler said. Monica didn't say anything else about it, but he still felt worried.

Joey

"What's wrong?" Phoebe asked when Joey returned.

"E.T. going home," he answered.

"Aww," she said, putting a hand over her heart and looking sad. He nodded but didn't cry again.

"I'll be okay."

Phoebe gave him a kiss then before pointing to a guy at the table across the room.

"Treat him well. He's a big fan," she said.

"All right," Joey agreed, going over to the guy. "So, you're a fan of Days of Our Lives eh? Want to see me do some Drake Ramoray?"

"Huh? I have no idea what you're talking about," the guy said. "But I just got Phoebe Buffay's autograph!"

"Oh, you're her fan," Joey said, a little disappointed. Did no one remember him from DOOL anymore?

"Yea. I've seen all her movies."

"Movies? She doesn't do movies."

"Oh yea, she does. Sex Toy Story 2, Lawrence of a Labia...oh, the guys at the comic book store are not gonna believe this!" the guy said, rushing off. Joey stared after him, feeling nauseous.

"Hey, Gunther, don't let him in here anymore. He's implying that Pheobs is a porn star."

"I wouldn't say a star, but she's pretty good," Gunther said. Joey gaped at him.

"What's going on?" Jill asked, coming up to him. She had missed the entire thing as she had been fixing her make up in the bathroom.

"I gotta go," Joey said, rushing off.

Ross & Rachel /Monica & Chandler/Joey

"If you feel bad about it, then tell them," Ross said to her. They were at Monica's place. Both were oblivious to Monica and Chandler, who were sitting a bit apart now. They weren't ready to tell them yet. They weren't sure how Ross would take it.

"What if I lose this baby too?" Rachel asked. "Then they get to be just as heartbroken."

"Rach," Monica said. "I think you're going to be just fine."

"You don't know that," Rachel argued. "I was pretty far along when I lost..." She stopped then. It was still difficult for her to talk about.

"I have a good feeling about this," Ross said, taking her into his arms then. "We will be vigilant, but I'm confident this baby is going to be just fine."

"I wish I could share your confidence," Rachel lamented. She really did. Joey burst into the apartment then, making them all look at him. He looked freaked out.

"What is it?" Chandler asked.

"Phoebe isn't here, right?" Joey questioned.

"No," Monica shook her head. "Oh, hey, did you get a movie?"

"Um, sort of," Joey answered.

"It's not a bawl fest one is it?" Chandler asked.

"No."

"Joey, just tell us," Rachel commanded. This was a great distraction from her thoughts.

"Phoebe's a porn star!" he cried, pulling out the movie. They all gasped.

"What?!" Ross exclaimed.

"Oh my God!" Rachel yelped.

"Where did you get that?" Monica asked, taking it from him.

"The adult video place on Bleaker," Joey answered. He was shocked. He thought he knew his girlfriend. Maybe he didn't.

"Gosh, it's so weird, but I guess she did have a terrible childhood," Monica commented.

"I had a terrible childhood, but I don't make porn," Chandler pointed out.

"No, you're just dead inside," Monica told him, making him cringe. So it did bother her. He was going to have to fix this.

"I'm taking it back," Joey said.

"Really?" Monica asked.

"We can't watch this!" Joey cried. "It's Phoebe!" He went to grab it from her, but she played keep away.

"Just the first half," she said.

"No!"

"Don't watch," Rachel suggested.

"That's my girlfriend," Joey said angrily. He turned his back, not wanting to see. He couldn't believe his friends were going to watch it. He heard them put it in, and it started to play. He covered his ears.

"Hang on," Monica said. "What's on her ankle?"

"That's what you're watching?" Chandler asked.

"It's a tattoo!" Rachel cried, going closer to look.

"That's Ursula!" Monica shouted. Phoebe didn't have any tattoos. Joey stood up and whipped around.

"Rewind!" he shouted. "I can watch that!"

Phoebe came into the apartment then and saw the television.

"Oh my God! What am I doing?!" she shrieked, covering her eyes.

"It's okay!" Joey said, going over to her. "It's not you!"

"It's Ursula!" Monica cried. Phoebe opened her eyes, seeing her twin sister on the screen. It infuriated her. She saw the box of the tape and felt even angrier. So her sister was using her name to make porn films. Shocking.

"Phoebs?" Ross asked.

"That's it," Phoebe said, throwing the box and rushing to the door. Joey ran after her.

Chandler & Monica

Everyone had left, leaving the two of them alone. Chandler still felt bad about not being an emotional kind of guy. He had to talk to her about it.

"So," he started. "Does me not being a guy who cries bother you?" She looked at him, surprised.

"It's not a deal breaker if that's what you're worried about," she answered. He felt relief.

"It's just...I never thought it was an important quality to have in a guy."

"It's okay, Chandler. You don't have to cry for me to love you."

"Okay," he smiled.

"But if I died, would you cry then?" she asked, curious.

"Well, I...I think so," he said.

"You think so?" she asked, incredulous.

"I know so," he corrected. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"If you didn't, I'd come back and haunt you," she said. "That's a promise."

"Okay," he agreed. He took her hand in his then. He was grateful she wasn't making more of it. For now at least.

"So where are we going this weekend?" she asked.

"Hm? Oh, I had a better idea," he said, getting up. She was confused.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Come with me," he said, gesturing. He hoped it was done. He had asked Phoebe to do it earlier that day. Monica followed him to his door.

"Wait here," he said, going in quickly. He was relieved to see the flowers and the card table set up Phoebe had lent him. He had a pizza on the way, which should be there any moment. He ran around, lighting the candles. He had put a lot of thought into this date, and he knew this would be better than some restaurant.

"Chandler? There's a pizza guy here," Monica said through the door. He went out the door carefully, not revealing he inside.

"Great, thanks," he said, paying the guy and taking the pizza.

"What's going on?" Monica asked.

"Close your eyes," he ordered.

"O-Okay," she said, doing so. He took her hand in his and pulled her inside. He set the pizza down on the table and guided Monica to a chair.

"Okay," he said. "Open." She did, and she gasped. His apartment looked incredible.

"You did this for me?" she asked.

"I did," he nodded. "With Phoebe's help of course. She owes me." It was true. He had kept her crush on Joey and then their relationship a secret for a long time.

"This is...this is amazing, Chandler," Monica said. He grinned.

"I couldn't wait until the weekend," he told her. He reached for her hand, and she squeezed his fingers. It was perfect.

Phoebe

"I can't believe you got her money," Joey sniggered as they walked along the streets towards home. Phoebe smirked. It had been easy getting Ursula's checks. She changed the address so she wouldn't have to pick them up anymore.

"It's too bad she wasn't smarter," Phoebe commented.

"Like you," Joey said, kissing her.

"I'm glad you didn't watch it," she said after.

"How are you gonna cope with everyone thinking you're a porn star?" he asked. A couple walked by then, the man gawking.

"I'm familiar, aren't I?" she asked him. "Yea, you wanna know how your boyfriend knows me? From PORN! Yea! Your perverted boyfriend watched me on porn!" The guy and the girl scurried out of the way, making Joey laugh.

"This could be fun," he said. She took his hand in hers, laughing. It was most definitely going to be fun.

I hope you guys liked it. I'm hoping to get back into this story and update more frequently. And yes, Jill is going to stick around for a bit just to shake things up. Thank you again for your patience!