Disclaimer: The TV Show 'Friends', some original scripts I borrowed, and all the characters inside it don't belong to me. This goes for the entire chapters.

Au Revoir

Chapter One

'The Flight'

"Wow. Are you really okay with this?" Phoebe asked as the rest of the gang was still trying to process the news Rachel just broke.

They couldn't believe it.

Rachel was moving to Paris?

Ross' eyes were still fixated at the direction where Rachel just disappeared, his heart heavy as he saw her leaving the room and he was painfully aware that it was going to be a million times harder when she was leaving for real.

Rachel had come over to his apartment earlier today and told him everything he needed to know about the new job offer and the arrangements the company was willing to give to fit in their situation with Emma. She talked about what exactly the new job was, the benefits and perks, even the money Louis Vuitton was offering her for this job – which was huge, even Ross was slightly jealous when she told him the rough number.

She knew that this new job was going to affect not only her life, but also his and their one-year-old daughter too. So, as a co-parent to their daughter, Emma, Rachel made it perfectly clear that she wouldn't take the job if he wasn't okay with it.

Her voice sounded ecstatic when she talked about Paris, but it was the look on her face that made him agree – it was that huge genuine smile on her face that he hadn't seen in a while.

Judging by the way her ocean blue eyes sparked, he knew that she was really happy about this. It was clear to him that this was what she had always wanted in her professional life. A job in a high-end fashion brand, that too in Paris out of all places? That was basically Rachel Green's dream job.

Now… How could he deny her that?

He'd never stand in between her and the things that made her happy, especially when it came to her career. This time he was going to make sure to support her and he certainly wasn't going to repeat the same mistakes he did years ago.

But sadly, it came with a big prize, especially for him.

Rachel would have to take Emma with her to Paris, which means Ross wouldn't be able to see his daughter anytime he wanted to anymore. And the thought of not seeing her and their daughter everyday… Living so far away from them…

How could he ever be okay with that?

"It's not ideal," Ross admitted, choosing not to answer Phoebe's question directly. "But we've worked out a schedule for Emma that I feel okay about. And I'm going with Rachel to Paris this weekend to look into nannies and maybe some apartments too."

A few days later…

"Oh, thank god we made it!" Rachel slumped into her designated seat with Ross following closely behind, both their breaths unsteady and their bodies drenched in sweat from running around the airport, trying to catch their flight.

"And whose fault is that?" Ross narrowed his eyes, obviously wasn't pleased because they almost missed their flights thanks to Rachel.

Rachel frowned, "Hey! It isn't my fault that my passport is suddenly missing!"

"Technically, it is your fault. Y'know, passports didn't just go missing. You misplaced it when you changed your purse for the hundredth time."

Rachel was about to open her mouth again when suddenly a shadow of a figure appeared in front of them.

"Excuse me, sir," the flight attendant came and interrupted their bicker. "We're going to need you and your wife to fasten your seatbelt, we're about to take off."

The pair did what the flight attendant told them to do despite still feeling slightly irritated with each other.

"Thank you," the flight attendant gave the pair a smile before walking away to check on another passenger.

"You know, if we're married, you're so going to sleep on the floor tonight," Rachel huffed, letting him know that their fight was far from over.

"Well thank god we're not married then," came Ross' sarcastic reply. "-besides, you booked a twin bed for us. Your threat is basically pointless here even if we're married."

"Well, one thing for sure. If we're married, you're definitely not getting any tonight!"

"Fine by me!"

An older man sitting across their seat cleared his throat rather loudly while throwing the pair a disapproving look. Ross and Rachel's cheeks both turned pink after they realized that they had just had a fight in public about something silly and, let's admit it, childish.

"You know what, I'm gonna close my eyes and sleep," Rachel said as she adjusted her position and closed her eyes. It wasn't a minute later when she opened her eyes again, glaring at Ross with warning in her blue eyes. "I know you're pissed at me, but if you dare to draw my face with any kind of ink again, I swear to god, you're going to regret the day you were born. Are we clear?"

Ross swallowed, noticing that she was dead serious about this.

"Yes, ma'am."

After the plane took off, it didn't take long for Rachel to fall asleep. Ross watched her sleep peacefully next to him, her face completely relaxed but her head kept falling off as she dozed off. Letting out a soft sigh, he carefully placed his palm across her cheeks, slowly bringing her head to rest on his shoulder so that she could sleep more comfortably.

The same flight attendant from earlier noticed this and she smiled as she approached their seats.

"Do you need a blanket for your wife, sir?"

Ross looked up, looking a little bit startled by the sudden voice. He was fully aware that she mistook them as a married couple, but for some reason, he was reluctant to correct her.

"That would be nice, thank you."

"Mmm…" He heard Rachel sighed softly as he adjusted the blanket on her body and he placed a kiss to her forehead while rubbing her arm to lull her back to sleep.

After making sure Rachel was still fast asleep, Ross decided to close his eyes too and together they drifted to sleep with their heads supporting each other.

The next time Ross was awake, he heard someone scream his name rather loudly. Feeling alarmed, he immediately opened his eyes and he wasn't prepared for what greeted him to say the least.

His stomach lurched as the plane suddenly dropped and bumped through the air. The turbulence was so hard, he was pretty sure if he was currently standing, he would've fell down. He gripped the armrest tightly until his knuckles were turning white. The plane continued to violently shudder and shake, each time loud shrieks immediately followed. But it was the familiar scream of someone whose voice he knew too damn well that sent him alarmed. He quickly looked to his side and found Rachel shutting her eyes close, one of her hands clutching the armrest and the other one clutching his hand tightly like a lifeline.

He had never seen her so terrified before and immediately his instinct kicked in, he tilted his body as close as he possibly could and he whispered soothing words into her ears, hoping that it'd eventually calmed her down.

"I'm scared," he heard her whimper and judging by the way her voice was shaking, he knew she was on the verge of crying.

"It's okay," he tried to calm her down. "It's just a turbulence, it's going to be over in a sec, alright?"

Another turbulence hit the airplane; this time harsher and longer than before.

"Ross," she shrieked, holding on to his hand tighter.

He didn't even have the time to be scared himself, not when he knew she needed him. So, he pushed his own fear aside and focused his entire attention to calm her down.

"It's alright, it's just turbulence. It will pass soon, you'll see…"

Ross continued to soothe her and when he peered her eyes off her to look around their surroundings, he finally noticed that other passengers looked as scared as they were right now. He even spotted someone praying just a couple rows in front of them. His heart raced as his mind couldn't help but take him to the worst-case scenario.

He took a deep breath and hoped for it soon to be over.

Luckily for them, soon enough the turbulence eventually passed and not long after, the seat belt sign went off, indicating it was safe enough for the passengers to walk around the airplane. People started standing up, some went to the lavatory and some went to check on their friends or loved ones.

Ross finally could breathe in relief and he could feel his heartbeat start to slow down. It was then when he noticed that even though Rachel was starting to calm down, she still hadn't let go of her grip around his hand.

"Uhm, Rach. I'm sorry to say this, but my hand... they kinda start to hurt."

Rachel blinked a few times and it took her a few seconds to realize what he was talking about.

Her cheeks turned crimson as she murmured, "Sorry."

"It's okay," Ross smiled reassuringly. "Are you okay now? Do you need some water?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay, hang on a second," Ross looked around and then he made eye contact with the flight attendant who came directly to their seats.

"Hi there! Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Hi, could I please have a glass of water for my wife?" Ross asked politely, completely missing the bewildered look on Rachel's face as he casually addressed her as his wife.

"Absolutely! I'll be right back with some cold water for you."

"Thank you," Ross flashed the flight attendant a smile and shortly after, she left to bring them a glass of water. "Thank god Louis Vuitton paid for the business class ticket, huh? The service is excellent, I think I can really get used to this. Do you think we'll still get to fly on business class when you take the job or this is their way to 'woo' you to accept the job?" Ross asked but he then furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when instead of answering him, Rachel gave him a look. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Wife?!" Rachel asked, half amused, half surprised. "I fell asleep on our way to Paris and suddenly I'm your wife now? Did I miss our ceremony? Because I'm pretty damn sure I'd like to remember my own wedding."

Ross blushed, finally realizing his mistake.

It wasn't his fault, he swore. It was the flight attendant's fault who kept mistaking Rachel as his wife and somehow it got into his head.

Ross was about to open his mouth to answer but the flight attendant came back with a glass of water per Ross' request.

"Here you go, ma'am. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"I'm good, thank you. What about you, hubby?" Rachel raised her eyebrow, a teasing smile on her face.

"I'm uh... I'm good too," Ross cleared his throat, his cheeks as red as tomatoes.

"Are you sure, honey? Your cheeks kind of flushed," Rachel said as she stroked Ross' cheeks. "It looks like you need the water more than I do."

"I'm fine," Ross answered rather hurriedly.

"Well, alright," The flight attendant smiled, not knowing a clue that they weren't actually a married couple. "If you or your husband need anything else, just let me now."

"Thank you," Rachel smiled politely, leaning in closer into Ross and even intertwining her hand with his hand for extra measure.

Ross just sat there next to her and smiled awkwardly.

As soon as the flight attendant was gone, Rachel dropped Ross' hands and then she looked at him as she demanded explanation.

"Wife?"

"She mistook you as my wife," Ross quickly explained. "-and I didn't correct her, I don't think I need to explain to a stranger about my relationship status."

Rachel eyed him suspiciously, meanwhile he tried hard to pretend to be nonchalant in front of her. Well.. He wasn't going to tell her that there's something oddly comforting about being mistaken as her husband. He didn't know why though, maybe he had been single for too long. Or maybe he just loved the idea of being married to Rachel…

Wow. Where's that thought coming from?

Admittedly, after going back to Long Island just a few weeks ago, there's something shifting in their relationship. It was like he found hope of getting back together with her again sometime in the future when she said that with them, it was never off the table.

Ross could not lie, the idea of getting back together with Rachel was getting more and more tempting by the second. Nowadays, he could even easily picture themselves in the future together as a family with their daughter Emma. Maybe moving in together, or maybe finding a bigger place to raise their daughter, and eventually getting married.

He could finally have everything he had ever dreamed of since he was fifteen.

"Okay…" Rachel finally said, breaking up his reverie. "So, where do you wanna go first when we arrive in Paris?"

Right, Paris.

How could he forget about the fact that they were here so that they could find a nanny and an apartment for Rachel and Emma when they're moving to Paris.

"I uh, I don't know. What about you? Where do you wanna go first?"

"Well, first… maybe we can have dinner at this restaurant in front of the hotel," Rachel began to name the list of places she would love to visit.

He looked at her as she spoke and his heart tightened as he watched the glimmer of excitement in her eyes when she began to talk enthusiastically about these few luxury shops she wanted to visit on Champs-Élysées.

Was there still a chance for them to be together again?

Or was it already too late?

A/N

Hi everyone! How are you guys doing?

I'm back with a new story and it's going to be a short story containing four chapters. This time I made sure to finish writing it before I post the first chapter, so you don't have to worry about another unfinished story…

Anyway, the summary should pretty much give away everything. But, in case you didn't know, "The One Where Jetlag Wins" is the table draft of 10x15 "The One Where Estelle Dies", which you can actually find the original script on Google (I can also provide you the link if you want, just send me a pm). According to the script, Ross and Rachel were supposed to take a trip alone to Paris right before she took the job. I read it a while ago and had always wanted to write about it, but somehow it slipped off my mind. I forgot about it until a friend on Twitter tweeted an idea for a Roschel's fanfic revolving around this script and I'm immediately intrigued. So... this chapter is dedicated for Maya, who tweeted this wonderful idea about the turbulence and basically reminded that the script exists lol

That's all for now, I hope you're enjoying it as much as I enjoyed writing it! And the new chapter should be up within days or maybe next week! Happy reading!