Rachel felt nauseous, and it wasn't the pregnant kind. She had returned home after work feeling absolutely horrible about what she had done. Jill would be so upset. Rachel was trying to wrap her head around why she would do something so mean. Did she really hate her sister that much? Was she just a terrible person altogether? Her justification had been that she feared Jill would take over, but would that really happen? She sat with her head in her hands. She was going to have to come clean with this. Her phone rang then, and she answered it without looking at who was calling.

"Sweet Pea!" her father, Leonard, shouted in her ear. "You're having a baby?!"

Rachel froze, gripping the phone in her hand and trying to process what she just heard.

"Sweet Pea?"

How the hell had he found out? She had been so careful. Her back straightened then, taut. Jill.

"Hello? Rachel?" Leonard asked.

"Hi, Daddy. Yes, I am pregnant," Rachel said.

"That's fabulous! How far along? When are you due? Is it a girl or a boy?"

The questions kept coming. She did her best to answer them while trying not to show how upset she was. In reality, this wasn't a big deal. She was married, not single and going to raise the baby alone. It was perfectly fine. The thing was, Rachel was so scared that she was going to lose this baby that she didn't want her parents to know she was pregnant until the danger of miscarriage had passed, and even then Rachel was worried something bad would happen. She didn't want her parents to feel the pain she had felt when she had lost her first baby. She was trying to spare them. It was bad enough she had told her friends and Monica's parents at Thanksgiving. She hadn't been thinking straight.

"Have you told your mother?" Leonard asked, breaking into her thoughts.

"Not yet," Rachel answered.

"Well, what are you waiting for? She will be thrilled."

It was odd to hear Leonard speak nicely about her mother since they fought so much and appeared to almost hate each other near the end of their marriage.

"I'll tell her soon," Rachel promised. They ended the conversation, and she sat there staring at her phone when the door opened and Jill walked through. They stared at each other.

"Why so blue?" Jill asked eventually. Rachel shot up to her feet, fists clenched.

"You had no right telling Daddy I was pregnant!"

"You had no right telling my boss I was a drug addict!" Jill shouted back. They squared off, fuming. Rachel, however, deflated very quickly.

"You're right," she agreed, sitting back down. "I'm sorry. I am. I just...I didn't want you working with me."

"Why not?" Jill asked. "Do you really hate me that much?"

"No. Jill..." Rachel trailed off. She pulled her hand through her hair and sighed. "I just...you're a lot to take, and you're...you're kind of self absorbed sometimes."

"Me? You are too!" Jill cried. "My whole life I was under your shadow!"

"I'm sorry you feel that way. It was not my intention to make you feel that way," Rachel apologized. "But come on! You pushed your way into a job at my place of work."

"Have you ever stopped to think that maybe I want to be like you? That I looked up to you? That you were Daddy's favorite so I thought if I was more like you, then I'd be his favorite too?"

Rachel stopped in her tracks. She had never really thought about how Jill might feel towards her.

"I didn't realize..."

"No! You never do! It's all about you!" Jill shouted.

"Well that's not my intention!" Rachel responded loudly. "Jill, I really am sorry for what I did. I will talk to Kim and make it right. I'll figure out something."

"No," Jill shook her head. "I know where I'm not wanted. I don't know why I ever thought things would work out for me here." She went to her room, loudly beginning to pack her things. Rachel went to stand in the doorway.

"Jill, don't leave," she started.

"Too late!" Jill replied in a shrill voice. Rachel went over and grabbed Jill's hands in her own. Jill was crying now.

"Jill, listen to me," Rachel said firmly. "If it came down to you or Amy, I pick you."

"W-What?" Jill asked.

"You heard me. You were always my favorite sister even though you annoyed me sometimes, just like I know I annoy you. We're sisters! We are going to fight and say things we shouldn't, but Jill, I do love you, and you are important to me. Please stay for a while longer? I'll fix things at work, and we can do more sisterly stuff together. Please stay."

Jill sniffed and wiped at her eyes then. Rachel waited for her response. Eventually, Jill nodded.

"Okay."

"I'll call Kim."

"Okay."

Rachel went to the other room to call her boss. It was a conversation she was dreading, but it had to be done.

Joey & Phoebe

They were setting up in Monica's spare bedroom when she came in with a plate of cookies.

"We're gonna be roomies!" Monica exclaimed, smiling wide. Joey eagerly reached for a cookie, but she pulled the plate back.

"Don't dangle the dream just to take it away," Joey whined.

"Over the sink," Monica said. Phoebe inwardly cringed. She remembered what it was like living with Monica. This could get difficult.

"Over the sink?" Joey repeated in horror. "What about all the good crumbs that fall in there? They get wet and ruined!"

"And you'd rather they be on my floor?" Monica asked.

"I can eat them from there," Joey countered. "They stay dry."

"Joey, that's gross," Monica said, recoiling. "It's over the sink or not at all."

Grumbling, Joey took the plate of cookies and headed for the sink. The sound of crumbs hitting the bottom of the sink could be heard from the bedroom shortly after.

"I'm so glad you picked me to live with," Monica said to Phoebe.

"Uh huh," Phoebe nodded, getting a sinking feeling suddenly.

Ross

He was putting up the grades on the board when he was approached by a blonde woman.

"Hi," she smiled.

"Hello," Ross smiled back. He loved being married because it took away the fear of missing out on every potential dating prospect. He could be completely himself and not have to care.

"I just wanted you to know how much I enjoyed your class," she went on. "I'm Elizabeth."

"Right," Ross nodded. He remembered her.

"Anyway, I...I just wanted to apologize for calling you a hottie on your evaluation. It made me feel a little bit weird. I mean, you're my teacher."

Ross stared at her. It had been her? Oh no...

"Right," he managed to say. "Well, no harm done."

"The thing is, I really thought we would hit it off. I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date sometime?" she prompted. Ross gaped at her before becoming serious.

"Elizabeth, I'm flattered, but I'm married."

The silence was deafening. Elizabeth had an "oh" look about her before catching herself.

"Now I'm really embarrassed," she said, going red in the face.

"Let's just pretend this never happened," Ross suggested, feeling a little bad for her embarrassment. He would be so mortified if he was in her position right now.

"Thank you. Yes, let's do that," Elizabeth nodded eagerly. "Take care." She hurried off without looking back. Ross exhaled slowly. He wondered what his answer would have been if he had been single.

Chandler & Joey

"So it was Phoebe who burned down the place?" Chandler asked Joey, confirming. Joey nodded. He threw his wet paper towel hard, hitting his target. It was a game he and Chandler had played when they lived together. It was a bit safer than Fire Ball, and Joey didn't want to tempt fate and burn down Chandler's apartment and complete Ross's "everything happens in threes" premonition. It would be just his luck.

"Her candles. I thought she would have stopped lighting them after I set myself on fire that time, but she likes them too much," Joey replied.

"You...you set yourself on fire?" Chandler asked.

"By accident," Joey said defensively.

"Of course."

Joey didn't divulge any further information, which made Chandler want to know that much more. He had to let it go, though. Joey was grateful Chandler didn't press for more details. It was embarrassing enough that he had leaned over the candle without seeing it in front of him let alone what he was reaching for.

"So how is living with Monica?" Chandler asked, changing the subject.

"It's been a great five hours so far," Joey answered.

Phoebe burst into Chandler's apartment then.

"You have to take us in," she begged. Chandler gave her a quizzical look.

"What?" he asked.

"Monica is driving me crazy! I can't do anything without her hovering. There are too many rules! I just...I can't deal with the neat freak!"

"Hey, that's my girlfriend you're talking about," Chandler said. Then his eyes bulged as Joey gaped at him.

"What?!" Joey exclaimed.

"No, no, no..." Chandler started, realizing what he had done.

"You two are dating?" Joey interrupted.

"Yes, now shush, the adults are talking," Phoebe dismissed him. "Chandler, take us in. Please! I don't want to lose Monica's friendship over this. I almost did last time I lived with her. I don't know why I thought it would be different now."

"You knew?!" Joey said to her, incredulous. He was still stuck on Chandler and Monica dating.

"Yes! Now so do you, and keep it between us," Phoebe said impatiently.

"This is huge..." Joey tried.

"If you want to live here, fine, but you have to be the one to tell her," Chandler said.

"Fine," Phoebe agreed, getting an idea.

"Wait a minute," Joey said, realizing something Phoebe had said. "What did you mean when you said, 'The adults are talking?'"

But Phoebe had already grabbed the bowl of wet paper towels and was heading back to Monica's.

Rachel & Ross

Ross found Rachel and Jill laughing on the couch when he got home. He felt wary as he knew Rachel's feelings towards Jill lately. What had changed?

"Hey, you," Rachel smiled. She was in a good mood. She had called Kim and told her she had been playing a practical joke on Jill with the whole drug addict bit, which Kim was very confused about at first but then eventually called her nuts and ordered her to refrain from doing that again or they'd both be fired, so Jill still had her job.

"You two seem to be having fun," he commented, going over to kiss her cheek.

"We sorted out our differences," Jill answered for Rachel. "We are going over baby names."

"Oh?" Ross said, feeling anxious. He did not want his baby named after some weird name Jill would likely pick out.

"I kind of like Elizabeth for a girl," Rachel said. "Jill thought of it."

"No!" Ross blurted out, making them both jump.

"What?" Rachel asked. "What's wrong with that name?"

"I just...it's a stupid name," Ross said hurriedly. "It can be shortened into too many nicknames." It would remind him that young women asked out their professors.

"What's wrong with Betsie?" Rachel asked. "Or Liza? Or Lizzie?"

"Betsie?! Liz-No, no. No. I don't like it."

"Okay, okay," Rachel said, holding out her hands. "You think of some names then."

"I will," Ross replied. He went to put his briefcase away and splash water on his face. He had done nothing wrong with Elizabeth earlier. She had asked him out, and he said he was married. There was nothing wrong with that exchange. He hadn't asked for it, and he hadn't accepted. Why, then, did he feel so bad about it?

Monica's Apartment

"Noooo!" Monica shrieked. Within seconds, Chandler burst through the door with Joey on his heels.

"What happened?!" he asked, anxious. Then he saw Phoebe standing poised with her wet paper towel. Three others had found themselves on Monica's walls, sliding down to the floor and leaving marks.

"Phoebe!" Monica cried. "What are you doing?!"

"Art," Phoebe answered logically.

"With this?! What is wrong with you?!"

"I've been with Joey too long," Phoebe shrugged.

"Hey," Joey said, indignant.

"It's a compliment, dear," Phoebe told him. Then he grinned.

"You can't do this here. I...I...I can't feel my arm," Monica said, sinking to the floor.

"Oh my God! You've given her a stroke!" Chandler freaked, rushing over to her.

"No, no," Monica shook her head. This happened sometimes when she was over stressed and panicked. It usually went with some chest pain, which her doctor said was a symptom of a panic attack too.

"Are you dizzy? Headache? Weakness?" Chandler asked, running down all the stroke symptoms.

"I'm not having a stroke!" Monica yelled. "I'm having a panic attack!"

Joey grabbed the paper bag sitting on her counter and leaped over to her, shoving it in her face.

"Breathe!" he ordered. He had seen an ad for this once. Panic 101 or something.

"Stop it," Monica said, shoving it away.

"I need freedom to express my creativity," Phoebe said finally.

"Your creativity? How is throwing wet paper towels creative?" Monica demanded. Chandler was able to pull her back to her feet, holding her to keep her steady.

"I am making a face," Phoebe pointed. Indeed, there were two eyes and a haphazard mouth on the wall. "Like I said, it's art."

"I can't have you live here," Monica said, shaking her head. "Not if you have to do this. I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," Phoebe said. "We appreciate the offer to stay here, but I don't want to upset you over this. We'll stay with Chandler."

She went to the guest room to grab her things. Joey went to help. Monica turned to stare at Chandler.

"What the hell was that?!" she asked, incredulous.

"I have no idea," Chandler answered. He had some idea. Phoebe was too afraid to tell the truth, so she made it seem like Monica's idea for her to leave. Clever woman.

"By the way," Chandler said, remembering. "Not to add to your stress but...Joey knows about us now."

Monica groaned.

Rachel

She was searching in the study for a highlighter because Jill wanted one for the book she was reading. Why she wanted one, Rachel had no idea, but she was on good terms with Jill now, so she didn't want to appear judgy. Not seeing one on or in the desk, Rachel pulled out Ross's briefcase and looked through it absently until she noticed something. Now, normally she didn't snoop through his work, but it was right on top, and the word "hottie" leaped out at her. She picked up the evaluation, frowning. Someone thought Ross was a hottie? What? She felt a sense of dread in her stomach then. She trusted Ross, but why would a student call him a hottie? Was he acting that way? Was he leading someone on? Her mind was racing. No, not Ross. Not her Ross. Would he?

"I'm going out for a bit!" Ross called out.

"Okay," she replied. The door opened and shut, and she was alone except for Jill in her room down the hall. She thought of his reaction to the name Elizabeth earlier, and it clicked. She rooted through his papers more, determined to find an answer. Sure enough, there was a list of names of his students, and there was the name Elizabeth Stevens on it. She swallowed hard. This had to be a coincidence...right? She looked at the framed photo of them on their wedding day. If Ross was having an affair, she had no idea what she would do. She sank down into the office chair and tried not to cry. She thought hard. She might be overreacting. There might be an explanation for this. She would ask him later when he got back. Where was he going anyway? He didn't say did he? She worked to control her breathing. This was nothing. She was being silly. She put the papers back carefully. Ross wouldn't cheat. He loved her, and she loved him. They were having a baby. She was being ridiculous. She laughed at herself lightly. Of course someone would think Ross is hot. He is hot! And it was on an evaluation form, so no names were attached. Ross wouldn't know who had written it, and he probably would have been embarrassed by it to start with. She felt instantly relaxed. It was nothing. She grabbed the highlighter that was on the floor peeking out from under the desk before going to Jill's room. If it was something, she would know.