Chapter 16: Bad Feeling

Disclaimer: I don't own Friends.

A/N: This isn't a great chapter but good ending ;) And thank God this is the last Wedding chapter so I can right my own dialogue and stuff. Remember to replace the DOT with periods.

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Last Time on Friends…..

"Friends. Family. We are gathered to celebrate here today the joyous union of Ross and Emily." The Minister announced. (Time lapse) "Now Ross, repeat after me. I Ross..."

"I Ross..." Ross replied.

"Take thee, Emily..."

"Take thee, Rachel..." Ross said and all his friends had looks of shock on their faces. He realized what he said and quickly added. "Emily." He chuckled slightly. "Emily."

Looking and feeling awkward the Minister looked towards Emily. "Uhh...Shall I go on?"

"He-he said Rachel, right? Do you think I should go up there?" Rachel asked the woman who was seated in front of her.

"Yes, yes, do go on." Emily said quietly and avoided locking eyes with Ross.

The Minister nodded. "I think we'd better start again. Ross, repeat after me. I, Ross…"

"I, Ross…"

"Take thee, EM-I-LY…" The Minister said slowly like he was talking to a deaf person.

"Take thee," Ross retorted and glared at the Minister. "Emily." He chuckled. "Like there'd be anybody else." Emily started glaring at him.

"As my lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, till death parts us."

"As my lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, until death parts us. Really, I do. Emily." Ross said and pointed at his wife.

"May I have the rings?" The Minister asked and Chandler gave them to him. "Emily, place this ring on Ross's finger as a symbol of your bond everlasting." He added and she jammed the ring onto his finger. "Ross, place this ring in Emily's hand as a symbol of the love that encircles you forever."

"Happy too." Ross admitted and placed the ring lovingly and gently into her hand.

"Ross and Emily have made their declarations and it gives me great pleasure to declare them husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." The Minister declared.

Ross went in to kiss her, but she wasn't very receptive of the kiss. She kept avoiding him, until Ross finally got to kiss her on her cheek.

"This is worse than when he married the lesbian." Mrs Geller whispered to her husband.

The band started to play, and the recessional started. Ross tried to take Emily's hand, but she snatched it away from him.

"Just keep smiling." The British woman whispered angrily and a big happy smile appeared on her face.

"Okay." Ross replied and smiled too.

The gang are standing outside the bathroom at the wedding reception listening to Emily yelling at Ross.

"You've spoiled everything!" Emily yelled from inside the bathroom. "It's like a nightmare! My friends and family are out there! How can I face them?! How can you do this to me?!"

"Hey, no matter what happens with Ross and Emily, we still get cake right?" Joey asked the gang as his mouth craved cake.

"That-that-that's all right, no honey, you take your time sweetie. I'll be right out here." Ross said as he exit the bathroom and she slammed the door in his face. "She's just fixing her makeup."

"I hate you!" The new wife shouted angrily.

"And, I love you!" The palaeontologist replied and walked into the living room.

"Boy, bad time to say the wrong name, huh Ross?" Mr Geller said to his son.

"That's true, thanks dad." He retorted and looked around to see people just standing around. "People should be dancing! Huh? Hey, this is a party! Come on! Joey, dance!" Joey started to dance but stopped when no one else joined him.

Mrs Waltham's phone rang and she answered it. "Yes, Waltham interiors."

"Uh, hello, this is Ross Geller's personal physician," Phoebe replied and started thinking of a name. "Dr Philange."

"Who?" Mrs Waltham asked.

"Yeah, I've discovered that Ross forgot to take his brain medicine, uh, now without it, uh, in the brain of Ross, uh women's names are interchangeable, through-through no fault of his own."

"Oh my God, Phoebe."

"No, not Phoebe, Dr Philange. Oh no! You have it too!"

Mrs Waltham hung up.

Patricia groaned lightly as she Chandler, Monica and Rachel walked over to the buffet table. Rachel raised an eyebrow and placed gentle hand on the teen's shoulder.

"What's wrong Patricia?" The copper haired girl asked her tone soft and full of concern.

"I have a bad feeling." The brunette replied and started rubbing her temples. "It's really bugging me."

"Maybe it's an aftershock of this whole wrong name fiasco." Chandler suggested and took up a plate.

"Maybe." Patricia said and shrugged her shoulders.

Patricia couldn't concentrate all night. The bad feeling really did bug her and the worst part about was she didn't know why she had it. And her worst fear was the unknown. It was a part of life that she didn't like exploring not that she was afraid or anything, she just didn't like not knowing.

The brunette spent the whole night with either Chandler, Joey, Monica, Rachel or Ross trying to take her mind off the whole thing. But then they discovered Emily went missing and Ross suggested to her to go to bed seeing that they had an early start to the morning.

Patricia was escorted to her bedroom by Mr and Mrs Geller, which she was grateful for because it was late at night and she was pretty tired and God forbid that anything would have happened to her on the way up.

"Thank you." The teen said and gave them a tired smile. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, we'll see you tomorrow." Mrs Geller told her softly as the brunette opened her hotel door.

Patricia nodded and closed the door behind her. She sighed and walked over to her bed, grabbing the TV remote from the nightstand and switching it on. She switched the channels until she found a good show, That 70s Show. The teen smiled but also raised an eyebrow seeing that it was midnight and there would be five more episodes on tonight.

She went to her suitcase and took out a pair of plaid PJ bottoms and a t-shirt with a cow on it. The brunette changed quickly before hopping into bed and watching the show and her much beloved Aston Kutcher.

Patricia walked up to the sound of her alarm which she quickly turned off. She blinked a couple of times, letting her eyes adjust to the light before sitting upright in her bed. She turned her head to see Monica wasn't in it and it looked like it wasn't slept in.

"Slut." The brunette joked and hopped out of bed, slipping on her slippers before going to the bathroom. She came back out a few minutes later and decided what clothes she would wear.

Patricia quickly changed into: ( wwwDOTpolyvoreDOTcom/cgi/set?id=71063501). She heard the door creak open and she giggled to herself. "Haha are you a slut in England?" The brunette turned around and raised an eyebrow before changing her tone to a soft concerned one. "What's wrong?"

"Em P-Patricia y-you might…wanna sit d-down?" Monica stuttered, her voice breaking and she wiped the tears the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. She took in a deep breath. "I'm afraid I have some…bad news."

What's the bad news?

A/N: Oooohhhh cliff hanger! What do you think it is? Please review and I'll try to update soon!