Chapter 2 - It gets better, and also, sorry about the bad title, but all is to be explained here.

Chandler opened an eye. Was he dead? Thinking back, he remembered the three shots being fired at him.

After that there hadn't been anything, except what he was feeling now… maybe he had survived.

"No, you're not dead," a voice answered his question, "But, that might change, if you don't follow these instructions."

Chandler's second eye opened as the first had; slowly and awkwardly. The man, who Chandler still didn't know the name of (though he'd nicknamed him 'Rusty'), pulled out his gun once more.

"You see, I'm serious, so let's get down t'ut business." He nodded out the cloudy window to the woman, then said, "You is betrothed to me cousin, remember?"

Chandler's mouth now accompanied his eyes in opening.

"What? I'm engaged to her!" He shook his head, "I can't: I'm already married!"

"Ch'a, like that will change Pa's mind. He wants Mary-Angela married of as soon as possible. Anyway, you will marry 'er? There's something in it for you…" He claimed.

"A jail sentence?" Chandler suggested.

Ross grabbed at the pair of squabbling children and shook his head. All he could think of was how much he missed Rachel, after seeing Ben's remark. It seemed so childish now that he'd said it, but Ross had barely any time to ponder over it. A small fist was thrown at his chest… that Sandy was feisty.

"Alright, that's enough." Ross glared at the girl, and then turned to Ben. He whispered, "You liked her?"

Ben shrugged his shoulders, "She's hot."

Ross rolled his eyes. If he wasn't careful his son would end up like him.

Thinking aloud, Ross blurted out, "Oh, god, you're gonna get divorced!"

There wasn't much else to say, so when Sandy let out another punch, Ross used it as an excuse to get rid of her.

Once she had left, Ben looked at his father. "So, what do you think?"

Joey put his arm around the girl. It had been three months, and he felt himself go warm whenever he saw her.

Before this, he'd only felt like this once… with Rachel. It may even be love. Granted, she wasn't the prettiest person he'd ever met, but she was the funniest (apart from Chandler), the smartest (apart from Ross) and the coolest (apart from himself). She was also very feminine (not as much as Rachel), neat and tidy (not as much as Monica), and quite tough (not as much as Phoebe). So, to sum up, she wasn't as good, or bad, as his friends and himself... but the group was extreme anyway. Her name was Kayte.

"Honey, would you get me a beer?" Kayte asked.

Joey grinned, "How great are you?!"

"Fab, babe..." she paused, "Beer?"

Joey stood up, "Oh, right."

He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a two 'alcholic beverages' for his girlfriend and himself. She smiled as he passed it to her, and popped of the top.

"Um, sweetie?" A voice came from the door.

Joey looked round as Monica entered her flat, "How did you get in here?"

Kayte raised a hand. "I can answer that. You should really put more locks on that door..."

"So you broke in?" Monica questioned, and Kayte nodded back.

Monica looked round.

"Wait a minute, did you clean?" Monica's eyebrows raised high enough to cover the now petruding 'Vein'.

"Uh, yeah..." Kayte continued, "Is that okay?"

"Okay? That's great." Monica circled the flat, astonished at how tidy it was, "I've been meaning to do it for weeks, but since Chandler... you know, it lost all it's appeal."

Kayte pursed her lips as Joey leant over to kiss her, and then waved to him as he left. She smiled, and as Monica came over to sit down, she bit her lip.

"Has Joey said anything about me?" Kayte asked, after a long period of silence.

"Why do you ask?" Monica replied.

"Well, I..." she stuttered for a while, "I think I'm falling in love with him."

Monica jumped up, "That's fantastic... oh," she sat back down with the excitement, "Please get married!"

Kayte gawped, then let out her true feelings and grinned, "I so want to!"

Monica was about to continue yelling in her excited manner, but Joey came back in carrying something and she stopped, her mouth still open.

His face was white.

"Um," his voice was dry and croaky, "Did I hear you talk about marriage?"

Monica blurted out, "We want you two to get married and have a big white wedding," but seeing the look on Kayte's face, she quickly stated, "I mean, no."

"Good," his expression changed, "Cause that way I can give you this." He knealt down on one knee and produced a ring.

Monica stood up and posed, ready to celebrate. Joey gave her a stern look, and she relaxed and walked out, looking down.

"So," Joey asked once more, "What do ya' say? Will you marry me?"

Phoebe tapped her fingers, and looked around. The doctor had been away with Mike for a long time, and she was starting to get urges... to steal. There was a beautiful womb model, with a foetus attatched. She wanted nothing more than to stuff it under her paper nightie and run out.

She lunged out for it, but halfway through decided against it and knocked it onto the floor. Desperately, she tried to reach it to pick it back up, but the bulge in front of her was in the way.

Annoyed, she yelled, "You'd better be worth it at her stomach," and pushed herself slowly up.

Realising she had nothing to cover her naked back, she edged towards the knocked over model, and placed it back on it's proud perch. Suddenly, the doctor and Mike returned and she stood, nailed to the spot.

"Phoebe?" Mike's tone asked her why she was out of bed.

"Mrs. Hannigan, please sit back down." The doctor motioned to the bed.

Phoebe stood there for a moment, and he repeated his last order.

"I kinda can't," she explained, "I've got a comando situation going on over here."

The mn looked at each other, and on realisation that she needed privacy, they turned around.

Quick as a flash, Phoebe rolled into the bed and called out the okay. The men turned back to face her, and began to become nervous.

"Mrs. Hannigan," the doctor had quite a depressing tone, "We have some bad news."

Phoebe laughed nervously and faced Mike, "What's going on?"

"Um, Phoebe," he looked down, "We just found out your biological mother died last night."

Phoebe's face sagged. Everything went black.