Chapter 5 - Yet another fabulous chapter... please?

Rachel giggled through the glass. It was really funny watching Ross break up with someone, because he normally tries to turn it round so that it's not so violent. Georgia had been a lovely girl, with sweet bouncy curls and innocent eyes. Once Ross entered the room and told her that they should see other people, she completely changed.

Anything at arms length from her was broken or on their way to hit Ross around the head. She literally snarled and bared her teeth, and swore endlessly.

Rachel could only just make out a few words, including what sounded like, "ship," "chuck you," and "I hate your flooding guts."

Georgia looked over to the door through which Rachel was peeking, and caught sight of her. She pointed at the door and shouted, "Are you chucking her?", then stormed over.

Just in time, Rachel lunged herself backwards to avoid having a black eye. Georgia threw another punch, and this one met its target on the side of the head.

Rachel gasped, "You cow!"

Immediately, Ross was out of the room, egging Rachel on. "Go on, sweetie, you can take her."

Tears welled in Georgia's eyes, making Rachel fel awful. She was stealing her man, and now she was going to beat the living daylights out of her. Well, she thought, better get it over with.

Rachel kicked out with her leg, but before the damage could be done, Georgia moved out of the way and pulled Rachel into a headlock. Eventually, after what felt like a decade, she released Rachel from her grip, and plunged a hand into her hair, ripping a clump of it out. It wasn't much, but it was enough to set Rachel off.

Ross saw the angry side of Rachel only once before when she was fighting a woman for a half off handbag in Paris. This time it was worse. Much worse.

"ARRGH!" Rachel lunged at Georgia, throwing random punches all over the place, until she was knocked to the ground after a blow to the nose.

"Get back up!" Rachel's facial expression quickly changed to worry when she didn't move. "Oh, crap, I've killed her."

Ross walked over to her , and grasped her hand. Suddenly, Georgia groaned.

"Oh, shit, run!"

"There's another baby!" Phoebe exclaimed the obvious.

"Well..." Mike smiled, "There's more."

As he said this, an old woman came in carrying another baby.

"Triplets!" Once again, all she could state was the most obvious things.

She kept on looking from baby to baby, not knowing whether to collapse in shock or jump for joy. Mike walked over to the woman, and took the baby.

Phoebe glanced atthis woman and still couldn't believe her eyes. "Mom..."

Mike look over at her, "Oh, yeah, you weren't there. It turns out, after all that, it wasn't your mom dead, but some other woman. She stole her handbag then died in an explosion."

Phoebe started to cry, a rare, but not so beautiful sight. Mike placed each of the babies on her lap; Luka, Kayleigh and Henry. The last time she had three babies on her lap, she had to give them up. She could keep these ones.

A knock erupted from the door. For the last two minutes, everything had happened in slow motion in Chandler's eyes. From spilling water down his chin, to this very knock, his body was so excited, he decided he needed to calm down.

"Come in." Chandler had been prepped on what to say, and figured he might as well follow it up to seeing Joey.

From this moment, everything slowed down even further. The handle edged downwards to open the door, and once it had, a strong hand wrapped around the side and pushed it open. Once the gap was big enough, one leg barged through, then, finally, a familiar face.

"Right this way, Joey. He's in there."

Joey had at first been quite frightened by the man in the room, and was shocked to here he wasn't very strong or tough. Apparently, he had begged to marry Mary-Angela, and was quite keen on her. But, Mary-Angela didn't believe in pre-marital sex, so Joey was pleased to hear they hadn't...

Mary-Anglea was staying at their dad's mistresses' brother's ranch, and Joey wasn't at all surprised to discover she had gotten engaged. Their 'Uncle' didn't want her there, and was planning to marry her off as soon as possible, so that she could move away. That was the main reason Joey had to meet the guy first; to make sure he wasn't some scum off the side of the road.

He pushed open the door, and almost fainted.

There stood Chandler, smiling.

"Hey." Chandler grinned, revealing an obviously chipped tooth, adding to a black eye and many bruises. "Where ya' been?"

"You're alive! I... I knew it..." Joey caught Chandler's eyes, and he signalled to the window.

There was a tube in the middle of the gap that had been opened where, Joey pressumed, his 'Uncle' and 'Cousin' were listening.

"It's really hot in here... I think I'll close the window," Joey lied.

Chandler rolled his eyes, and once the window was safely closed, he jumped up to hug his friend.

"Thank God! I thought you'd never come!" Chandler pulled back from the hug in pain.

He was hit repeatedly during his stay, and was certain he had a broken rib.

Joey, noticing, but seeing Chandler's happy expression, said, "You're engaged to my sister? What about Monica?"

"They forced me to do it, no offence, but... how is Monica? I heard you thought I was dead."

"Well, I didn't think you were dead, though I must admit, I was having my doubts. Monica's distraught. So's the rest." Joey frowned, "They said they found a mangled up body...?"

Chandler looked down, "It was my brother. I'd only just found out about him, and I was gonna take him down to meet Monica. It was supposed to be a surprise."

"Some surprise." Joey looked away, knowing what would come next would hurt Chandler the most.

"What?"

"They took away the twins."

"What?! They can't do that! What did Monica say?"

"She tried to stop them, but they thought they'd let her grieve for a bit. Don't worry; you can get them back."

Chandler sighed. "That must have killed Monica... Well, what about you?"

"Later. Right now, I need to get you and Mary-Angela out of here."

"So basically, you can use both roses and carantions, for instance, because they have the same type of head!" Monica was explaining the marriage basics to Kayte, who was just as excited as Monica was when she became engaged.

"Cool... will you help me plan my wedding? It would be so... cool!" Kayte said this, then remembered that Chandler had only just died, so quickly added, "If you feel like it?"

Monica nodded. "Sure. It would certainly give me something to do, what without the twins to look after, and no job."

"What? You left your job?" Kayte interrupted.

"No," Monica bit her lip, "They fired me."

"Why?.. What did you do?" Kayte looked sad. Poor Monica, she thought.

"I kinda threw spagetti at one of the customers... while it was still in the boiling water..." Monica grinned sheepishly, "But at least I got free time!"

Kayte smiled. At least Monica still had a sense of humour.

Monica sat thinking for a minute, then went across to the kitchen. She went into one of the cupboards and pulled out a thick folder, pouring with scraps of paper and post-it notes.

"This is my wedding book. It has all the information you need for the perfect wedding." She paused, unsure of what to do next, then sat down next to her and opened it up. "So, where d'yu wanna have the wedding?"