Distance had been essential in letting them deal with the incident. The first week they hadn't spoken to each other and both had attempted to avoid the other which proved impossible since they were roommates. Ross had apologized repeatedly but to no avail. Rachel was still angry with him and said she could not trust him. He had given up hope and after a while and tried to accept that they were just friends.

The second week had been just as brutal since Ross had gone away for a dig in China. Rachel had refused to hug him goodbye and instead gave him simple nod as she watched him board the plane. It had taken only a few hours for her to completely break down. She felt guilty for pushing him away and deep down she knew that she would never truly look at him as just her best friend. She had leaned on Monica and Chandler for support while he was gone and had thrown herself into work, but even that could not take away the loneliness she experienced.

The next three weeks were even worse for her and it wasn't just because of him leaving. She had come down with a nasty stomach virus, but the unusual thing was that it would usually occur in the morning and around certain foods. She had thought it over in her head about what could possibly be the reason and only one thing came to mind, but as soon as it had entered her head, the sooner she had pushed it out. She had convinced herself that she would be fine and just waved it off.

Soon afterwards Ross had come back and she was much more willing to bond with him again. They had spent time together and everything seemed like it was back to normal. Well not exactly normal, but somewhat.

Of course both of them would let their minds dwell on that night, but they just tried to forget about it. Little did they know that it would come back to haunt them.

"That's the third time this week you've ran out on a meeting. I'm sending you home and don't come back until your fully recovered." Rachel rubbed the side of her head, feeling an oncoming headache before looking at her boss with pleading eyes.

"But Mr. Zelner I…" He held up his hand and she fell silent once again.

"No buts Rachel. I will not have you getting sick in front of my bosses too," he scolded.

"But this meeting is too important. I can't miss it," she protested. She flipped open the folder and showed the papers she had been working on.

"Your assistant can fill you in when you come back. Rachel you're ill and you need to stay home." She shook her head in refusal. She was never one to get sick and she was determined to convince him to let her stay.

"I can't miss this. I've been working on this charts for months."

"Rachel you're sick. Take some time off. Besides you need the vacation time."

"I do not need vacation time. I need to come to work," she argued.

"Now that's the kind of a attitude I wish some of your coworkers had. When you figure out your mystery illness and come back we'll talk about a promotion." He gave her a small smile before leaving her office. She pouted before grabbing a few papers and her purse before stomping out.

"I never get sick," she muttered to herself. She was so mad about being sent home that she didn't even bother taking a taxi. On the way she walked past a pharmacy and she stopped, wondering if she should go in before deciding against it and continuing her walk.

When she finally made it into their apartment she was hit by the smell of something cooking and greeted to the sight of Ross shuffling around in the kitchen. He saw her and they shared a small smile and he turned off the stove. She had only taken one step into the kitchen and almost instantly she felt another wave of nausea hit her.

"Not again," she groaned. Ross turned to her and led them to the couch while Rachel tried to resist the urge to vomit.

"Why are you home so early?"

"My boss sent me home," she whispered as her face started to pale. At this he frowned and moved a hand to her shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't feel good… oh god," she gasped as she looked up. He watched in shock as her face turned a sickly greenish color. She covered her mouth and sprinted to the bathroom while Ross watched in disbelief. He ran after to her, but she had slammed the door behind her. The sound of her retching made him cringe and he banged on the door.

"Rach," he yelled as he banged on the door. When he didn't hear her respond back he put his ear to the door and could hear the toilet flushing. The door swung open to Rachel who's face was as white as ghost. Her eyes were brimming with tears and he immediately pulled her in for a hug.

"Hey don't cry. It's okay," he whispered as he rubbed her back soothingly. She closed her eyes as she buried her face in his shoulder.

"I feel horrible," she groaned. He helped her back into the living room and onto the couch and gave her sad look before he smoothed out her hair a little.

"How long have you been feeling like this?"

"The whole week, but you wouldn't know since you just got back."

He put a hand to her forehead and studied her face closely.

"Well you have a slight fever. Do you want me to take you to the doctor?"

"Yeah," she agreed as he helped her to her feet. "I'm going to go change first," she said going to her bedroom. She went straight to her closet, pulling out a pair of her favorite jeans and a tank top and was overcome with another wave of nausea, but waved it off and headed to the bathroom.

Rachel let out a sigh of frustration when she noticed how she could not fit her jeans anymore. She spent the next 10 minutes trying on every pair, but it seem that they all were a size too small. She finally decided on sweats and stormed out the room. She was in a foul mood and she just wanted to figure out what was wrong with her. She made her way into the living room and saw Ross waiting for her. He gave her small smile and she felt some of her anger dissipate.

"All set?" She nodded as he took her hand and led them to the coat rack.

"Thanks for helping me out Ross."

"I would do anything for you," he whispered as he led them out the door, shutting the door behind him.

Rachel waited for her doctor to get back with her results and nervously whistled when the door finally opened. Her doctor strolled into the room with a folder and took a seat across from Rachel.

"Well Rachel you are certainly not ill. You're actually really healthy for your age." At this Rachel frowned. If she was healthy then why was she getting sick so frequently?

"I don't understand. If I'm healthy then why do I feel like this?" At this her doctor coughed uncomfortably and opened the folder and let her eyes scan the paper.

"Well that's the thing Rachel. You see I was pretty suspicious of your symptoms when you first told me, but the ultrasound scan helped confirm it."

"I still don't understand," Rachel repeated.

"Rachel you've been experiencing morning sickness, you've been sensitive to certain foods, and you've gained weight because... you're pregnant."