Warning: Again, I'm not a native English speaker. So there's bound to be some grammar mistakes.

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The one when they said they'd wait

So much for coming to London and telling Ross that she loved him, now here she was, after completely ruining his chance for happiness, alone and depressed. She thought she would be happy after she broke off the wedding, but she was actually feeling guilty. And now Ross had that look on his face. That sweet little rejected puppy eyes of his she just couldn't resist.

She'd seen them so many times in the long time she'd know him. She inflicted him pain before, not on purpose, or maybe just because he'd hurt her and she wanted to hurt him back. But never had she done it for pure selfish reasons. She was a monster, but she would do anything to make it up for him.

"All ticketed passengers for Flight 1066 to Athens should now be on board." Came the gate agent voice

"I get it! Well, that's that." Ross said still rejected. Emily hadn't come after all, she shouldn't hurt him like this, but who was Rachel to judge?

"No, you know what, I think you should go." Rachel suggested

"What?" Was Ross's stunned reaction

"Yeah, I do. I think you should go, by yourself, get some distance, clear your head, I think it'd be really good."

"Oh, I don't, I don't, I don't know…" He was on denial, probably thinking she'd still show up sometime.

"Oh, come on Ross! I think it would be really good for you!"

"I could, yeah, I can do that."

"Yeah," she smiled. He was coming back to his normal self, it was about time.

"I can't, I can't even believe her! No, y'know what, I am, I am gonna go!"

"Good!"

"I know, why not?"

"Right!" Rachel felt like the weight had been lifted off her shoulders, she had helped him.

"Right?"

"Right," this was getting awkward, she should better go.

"Y'know—thanks!" He said as he hugged her, and she felt the electricity coming from his body. She needed to go now!

"Okay, I'll see you back at home, if I ever get a flight out of here." Yes, joking, that was good. A defense mechanism as Chandler would call it.

"Yeah, well…" He said and the rest of his sentence lingered shut. She suddenly felt the need to beg for him to finish his sentence. "Nah."

"What? Wait, what?" A bit of hope started to warm up her heart.

"Why don't you come, I mean, I-I have two tickets, why not?" She almost jumped with excitement.

"Well-well, I don't know Ross—really?" She didn't want to seem too eager.

"Yeah, yeah, it'll be great! You can, you can lay on the beach and I can cry over my failed marriage. See-see how I make jokes?"

"Uh-huh." 'What do I do? What do I say?'

"No really, I mean, I mean, God, I could use a friend." Oh, good he was playing the friends card, she could use that.

"Oh wow, uh okay, uh maybe. Umm, yes, I can do that!" 'That was good Rachel, not too enthusiastic.'

"Okay!"

"Okay!" Her smile lit up her face. 'What now?'

"Cool!"

"All right!" There it was the awkward moment again.

"Come on!" Ross started moving toward the jetway. Rachel couldn't believe what was happening. Maybe deep inside he still loved her, and he would need a friend, and she would be there for him. "Here," he handed the gate agent the tickets. The picture of what might happen after they found comfort on their presence only added up to her anxiety.

"Oh, okay, we're going. Yeah." Rachel said a little too excited.

"Ah! Ah! I forgot my jacket!" She almost cursed aloud for this.

"Oh, wait-wait-wait…" He had to leave the jacket behind they couldn't lose the plane it would ruin everything.

"You tell them to wait!" He said and she nodded.

"Ok. Wait! Wait!" Rachel went running.

"Hey, lady, come down we'll wait." The flight attendant said making Rachel lower her pace.

Rachel stopped in front of their seats. She couldn't wipe the big silly grin off her face. She put the hand luggage in the overhead compartment before sitting down. Ross would be there any second, she was so excited.

First he had said her name instead of Emily, and now she was going on their honeymoon in her place. She should feel bad for Emily, but she really didn't. It was not her fault that Ross cared more about her than he did Emily.

Just then another stewardess came to take her order.

"Ah, yes, I will have a glass of the Merlot and uh," she pointed to the seat in beside her, "he will have a white wine spritzer." She felt the plane moving and looked out the window. "Hey, look at that, the airport's moving." She realized how stupid that sentence sounded, "hey, are we moving?! Are we moving? Why are we moving? Hey, time-out, umm, yeah, does the captain know that we're moving?" Why was this happening? "Oh my God. Oh, my gosh." She was going to Greece.

For a few moments she stood silent, hoping against hope that Ross would come out of nowhere. But when the plane took off, she knew that wasn't going to happen.

God was really in mood to play games wasn't he? She and Ross had just had a chance to straight things up, but they didn't wait for Ross to board. The stewardess said they'd wait! Or maybe she said she'd wait for her, not her invisible friend. She felt so stupid.

It was like everyone on the plane saw through to her. Like they knew every little bit detail of her pathetic little life. 'Stop judging me!' She wanted to scream.

After agonizing hours, the plane finally landed. She couldn't wait to get to the hotel to call Ross. He would probably be mortified. He would apologize to her, and they would complain about the plane company that couldn't wait for him to pick his stupid jacket. And things would start to feel normal again.

But when she got around to do it she wasn't able to reach Ross, she called to next person she knew would help her through this.

"Hello!" Monica picked up the phone.

"Mon, it's me."

"Rach, Ross told me what happened I'm so sorry." Monica said sympathetic, she then heard a nervous laugh over the phone.

"Yeah, that stupid plane company couldn't wait for him to get his jacket. Anyway, I'm trying to reach Ross, is he there?" Monica was silent for a little while.

"No, he isn't?" She went silent again Rachel could tell she was trying to hold back something. "Rach, Phoebe told me what you went to London for."

"I didn't, I swear I didn't say anything!" Rachel started on a defense mode.

"But just your presence was enough to…"

"I was invited!" Rachel cut her off. "Oh, well. Listen Mon, I know I screwed things up really bad, I know I shouldn't have gone, but…" She didn't know how to finish.

"You're right, you shouldn't." Monica scolded her. "Rach, why didn't you tell me you still had feelings for Ross?"

"I… I… Mon, you're his sister. I couldn't."

"Yes he's my bother but we're friends, aren't we?"

"Yes… but you see us together all the time you've got to have known."

"I guess I did. But all with this on-a-break thing, you can't blame me for thinking you guys would never get back together."

"We were not on a break!" Rachel raised her voice.

"Technically you were."

"Monica!" she was getting angry.

"BUT, I really think things will never work out for you two, if you never get to talk to him. To really listen to what each other has to say for change."

"I wrote it down on a letter and he slept reading it."

"A letter, Rach? It was more of a book to me. And anyway, you shouldn't be writing down your feelings on a letter, you should talk to him."

"I know! And that's why I'm so mad. He should have left the jacket behind. If he'd come to Greece with me we would have had the chance to talk things over."

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry for you. I'm sorry Emily showed up the airport."

"What?" Rachel was shocked, "what about Emily?

"She showed up at the airport, she must have seen you guys talking about going to Greece together. She stormed out again…" Monica stopped unsure of how to continue. "And he ran after her."

Rachel didn't answer. She didn't want to. She couldn't. She covered her mouth with her hand to muff any sounds of crying, as the tears were already pouring down her face. Monica respected the silence Rachel need.

"I can't believe this," Rachel's voice was distressed from crying. "He abandoned me!"

"Don't be like that, he went after his wife. He is married. You would have done the same."

"No I wouldn't, I would never abandon him for anyone. Friends before anything else, right? Isn't that what they say, bros before hoes?"

"More like hoes before hoes!"

"Monica!" Rachel reprehended.

"Ok, but calm down. It's not a big deal. Ross has moved on, he got married. You already messed up his wedding day. Let him work things out with Emily. If you're not happy, at least let him be happy."

"You're right, I'm so selfish." Rachel started to sob, not in the mood to cover it up.

"You're not, you're just in love."

"I'm not in love, Monica!" Rachel stated

"You're not?" She asked confused

"I love him." Rachel's voice was barely a whisper.

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I'm not sure I like this so much, but it was something I had to get done with. I'm anxious to write about Rachel's feelings when Ross tells her that they can't speak to each other anymore. I was so pissed at Emily, at some level I see where she was coming from, but I was glad Ross chose to be friends Rachel even though Emily didn't approve.