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What Love Can Do
Chapter 17.
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Sticks and stones may break my bones, aimed with angry art.
Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.
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Rachel watched as the last of the few boxes they'd packed was loaded into their car.
She turned around and looked at their house, silently tanking it for those great years they had in it. She knew that it was soon gonna make another family very happy.
She turned around when she felt Ross' hand on her shoulders.
"Sad?" he questioned.
"Yeah…" she trailed off, "It's hard to say goodbye, but it's for the best."
He nodded and kissed her nose, "Isn't there one thing you need to do?"
Rachel bit her lip, "Yes." She said, "I'll go over there now. You come when you're ready and park outside and wait, okay?"
"Sure." Ross said.
Rachel kissed his lips, and went into the waiting taxi, which was parked at the street, "I love you!" she giggled.
"I love you too!" Ross yelled after the car.
In the window of the house, was little Emma, looking happily at her two parents.
This was how it should be.
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Rachel slowly went to the front door, seriously considering going back to her house, even though she would have to walk.
She really didn't want to face Monica.
But she knew she had to.
She went up to the door, and knocked on it.
It took a long time for Monica to open, and Rachel's heart was beating faster and faster every second.
Then, she came face to face with Monica, who looked surprised, however, her expression soon changed to anger.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Don't close the door!" Rachel quickly said, when she noticed Monica's move with her arm.
"Get away from me, Rachel." Monica said, "I don't want to talk to you!"
"You have to!" Rachel said, "Just… 5 minutes… Can I come in?"
Monica looked at Rachel with doubts in her mind. Should she let her in, or just go with her instinct and shut the door? But something told her that she should listen, so she opened the door, to let Rachel get pass.
Rachel smiled, insecurely, and walked into the house. She stopped in the kitchen, and waited for Monica to come. When she did, there was an awkward silence.
"So?" Monica said, her voice cold, "What do you want? You want to say something?"
"Um…" Rachel trailed off, "I jut thought you should know that Ross and I got back together. We're moving to Florida, and we're having a baby. I'm two months along."
Monica was surprised.
She was also happy. They were having one more kid? Wow, that was good news, though she wouldn't tell she thought so, "And?" she just snapped.
Rachel sighed and studied her fingers, "I just thought you would like to know…" she whispered, "That we were moving. I hoped you might want to settle things first." She looked up again at Monica, with a begging look in her eyes, "I beg you Monica. I cant live if I don't have your forgiveness. I really cant. You mean way too much for me, I cant just go on…"
Monica looked at Rachel with a sad smile, "You know what I told Phoebe, Rachel? You know what I told her after Chandler left me?"
Rachel silently shook her head.
"I told her that losing you, would be the worst thing ever to happen in my life. It would be worse than losing Chandler." Monica said, "That is how much I care, Rachel. You mean so much to me. And it's hard to believe that that will ever change, no matter what you do, or have done, you'll always be my best friend. I don't know what to say, expect… I will not forgive you yet – you screwed up-"
Rachel was about to protest, but Monica continued:
"I'm not saying it was only you. Chandler is a mayor part in this thing, but… How could you do it? I mean… What were you thinking? How could you treat Ross and I that way?"
Rachel bend her neck, "I don't know…" she muttered, "I wasn't thinking, I was grieving."
"If you say so." Monica said, taking a seat on one of the chairs.
"I'm not trying to place the blame, Monica," Rachel said, "I'm just trying to settle things, so I wont have to live with this weird feeling in my stomach for the rest of my life. 'Cause I have it now, and I know it's because you're mad at me. I cant stand you being mad at me…"
Monica closed her eyes for a good minute, so she wouldn't have to see Rachel's sad face. She couldn't stand being mad at Rachel – she couldn't stand seeing her sad.
She opened her eyes again, "I'm sorry Rach. I don't want us to be fighting."
"Then cant you say you will forget about it?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know…" Monica trailed off, "But now that you're moving, I want you to go out there and live your life. Have a little family, and make my brother happy, because you're the only one capable of that. I don't want you think about this, Rachel. I don't want you to feel bad, or feel that my divorce was your fault. Do you get that?"
"But I don't want to lose you…"
"You wont!" Monica said, "Someday, maybe… We'll meet again. When all this will be in the past. When things have settled, and I've found my place too, because you've already found yours. Your place are with Ross, everyone can see that. But I need to find mine too. You wont lose me, we'll meet again."
Rachel had tears in her eyes, "You promise?" she chipped.
Monica stood up and went to Rachel. She gave her an awkward hug, "I promise."
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Rachel shot herself into the car, and gave Ross a quick peck on the lips.
"Are we ready?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, "Let's do this."
"Yai!" Emma squealed.
Ross started the car. It was a long drive, but they wanted to do it. It would leave them some time for themselves, and they would have their car with them.
Rachel pulled out her cell and remembered the promise she gave to Chandler yesterday.
She had to call him.
He would like to know what had happened.
Maybe, maybe Monica would give him another chance.
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Joey turned off the TV, wondering what Chandler could be doing.
He'd been in his room for so long. Usually he came out a lot during one hour, but he'd been there for about 2 hours now.
Joey stood up and left the couch, to knock on his door. He stopped, however, when he heard Chandler speaking to someone.
"That's right…" Chandler said, "I miss you too. A whole lot, you know that, Erica." pause, "Yeah, I will. It wont happen again, are you feeling alone ? I will come and talk to you tonight?" pause, "Really? Have mommy been much sweeter? Did you? Is it pretty…"
Joey moved away from the door.
It seemed like things would work out anyway.
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Phoebe looked at the picture in front of her, and kissed it one last time.
It was the picture from the park. At Monica's birthday.
She remembered looking at it just around a week ago, to recall the memory. Now everything was lost. Their friendships were broken, and so was the picture.
She took the burning candle from her table, and placed it beneath the picture.
She watched, as the flame ate their smiling faces.
It was time to move on.
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Rachel looked at the long road in front of her.
There was no turning back now.
She was sure that things would be better.
Looking back, she believed that they'd all grown in these last two weeks, and maybe they'd needed that.
She figured things would be okay, anyway.
Phoebe had her Mike.
Joey had himself.
Chandler and Monica would eventually have each other, she knew that.
And she had Ross.
She had Ross, Emma and their new baby.
Could things get much better…?
Sorry again for the short chapter, but I'm just wrapping things up. The thing I wanted to do with this chapter, was really just Monica and Rachel's chat. So, I would expect one more chapter if I were you. It's sort of an epilogue, and it's should be up pretty soon, if I can find time to write it. Sorry about the sudden ending of this story, but I just lost my inspiration :) I actually have a few other ideas for Friends fics, so maybe there wont be too long till I'll be back. But I'm probably finishing my High School Musical fic first, as I've already said, but there should only be 4-5 more chapters in that one too, so it wont be long. Maybe two weeks or something? (if I do get time, but I'm really busy). Hope to be back soon. Leave me a review. Thanks, Stessa.
