The One With The Forgotten Night
(Author’s Note: This is a fan fic with two parts (TOW The Forgotten Night & TOW The Desert Road), and it’s not supposed to be humorous. Expect a lot of drama and feelings, just the way I like it. It’s almost only about Ross and Rachel, and the others are just supporting roles. I hope you have a nice time reading it. / Sarah)
[This has happened: Ross said Rachel’s name in London, but still married Emily]
[Scene: At the wedding reception. Ross is standing in front of a closed door. Emily’s in there]
ROSS: Please Emily, just hear me out… [No answer] Please…
EMILY o.s: How could you? I hate you!
[Ross looks sad and Monica walks up to him]
MONICA: Leave her alone for a while.
[They walk into a big room filled with people. Joey comes up to them loaded with food.]
JOEY: This is great!!!
MONICA: Joey! [Looks angry]
JOEY: Yeah, yeah… [He hands Ross some pickles] Want some pickles?
[Monica hits him over the head]
JOEY: What!?
[Chandler emerges with a glass of wine. Ross takes it out of his hand, and drinks it all at once]
CHANDLER: Hey that’s mine… [Ross looks disappointed at him and Chandler turns around and talks to himself] Yes I am a jerk.
ROSS: Where’s Rachel?
MONICA: Over there [pointing on a couch].
[Rachel’s zipping on a glass of wine, and looks pretty depressed. Ross takes another glass of wine and walks over to her.]
ROSS: Hey
RACHEL: Hey… [She tries to smile, but isn’t very successful] How are you?
ROSS: [Looking at his glass] Well, I need something stronger than this. [It’s silent for a while] We have to talk.
RACHEL: I know. Oh, Ross…
ROSS: Why did you come here?
RACHEL: You know it was because of you. But you’re married now.
ROSS: Yeah… But now I feel like to forget about that. [He empties his glass again]
[A few hours later. The same couch, only Ross has been drinking a lot more, and is in a foggy kind of state. Most of the people are gone.]
RACHEL: [laughing, pretty drunk too]… And I came to say that I love you, and you said Rachel and that’s me!
ROSS: [doubled up with laughter] Maybe I should call you Emily! E-M-I-L-Y!
[Joey comes up to them, watches them for a while, but decides to interfere]
JOEY: What are you doing? Are you drunk? Wait, wait… Rachel, how you doin’?
RACHEL: Quit it Joe!
JOEY: Ok, not THAT drunk.
ROSS: [laying his arm on Joey] I’m just fine, how are you?
[Joey quickly moves away from Ross and looks at Rachel.]
RACHEL: Ok, I see what you mean. C’mon Ross, let’s go to our rooms.
[Cut to Ross and Rachel outside Ross’ room.]
RACHEL: Ok, hubby. Time to sleep.
ROSS: [Looking sad.] Can’t you just stay with me for a while? I really don’t wanna be alone on my wedding night.
[Rachel is somewhat unsure of what to do, but she can’t resist Ross puppy look and steps into the wedding suite. Ross walks up to a bottle of champagne standing on a table.]
ROSS: Want some?
RACHEL: Sure… [Sits down on the bed.]
[Ross reaches her a glass and she takes a zip. He sits down beside her.]
ROSS: Thanks for being here.
RACHEL: Anything for you…
[He quickly kisses her on her cheek.]
RACHEL: Oh, Ross, what are you doing?
[“Please forgive me” by Bryan Adams starts playing.]
It still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss
It's getting better baby
[She doesn’t know if she should stay or leave, then Ross kisses her again and she replies the kiss.]
No one can better this
Still holding on
You’re still the one
First time our eyes met
Same feeling I get
Only feels much stronger
I wanna love you longer
Do you still turn the fire on?
[They kiss passionately and their hands explore each other’s bodies. Rachel looks at Ross. They both know what’s going to happen. She smiles at him]
So if you're feeling lonely, don't
You're the only one I'll ever want
I only want to make it go
So if I love you a little more than I should...
Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
Don't deny me, this pain I'm going through
Please forgive me, if I need you like I do
Please believe me, every word I say is true
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you
[And then… well I guess you know…]
[Rachel wakes up by a sunbeam playing on her face. She smiles when she remembers what happened last night. She turns around only to see Ross’ side of the bed empty. On the pillow lies a note. She picks it up and read it to herself: “Please forget about what happened this night. I’m married now, please forgive and forget”. She starts to cry quietly while reading the note.]
[Cut to Monica's room. Rachel comes in.]
MONICA: Someone’s wearing the same clothes as yesterday… Where have you been? [She quiets when she sees Rachel’s crying.] Honey, what is it?
RACHEL: I was with Ross… We had the most amazing night, but when I woke up he’d left a note saying I should forget about what happened.
MONICA: What are you going to do?
RACHEL: What can I do? I’ll do what he wants, I’ve already caused too much problems.
MONICA: But it wasn’t right that he did like that.
RACHEL: Maybe, but I can’t deal with it now, I just want to go home. I can’t stand being here.
[A few days later in NY. The girls’ apartment, Phoebe’s there too. Rachel walks around in a robe looking pretty depressed. The doorbell rings, and when she hears it’s Ross she walks into her room and closes the door. Monica lets him in.]
ROSS: Is Rachel here?
MONICA: Yeah, but I don’t think it’s a good idea you’re here.
ROSS: I have to talk to her.
PHOEBE: You didn’t do the right thing, Ross. Wait until she feels she wants to talk to you.
ROSS: [ignoring their words he walks up to Rachel’s door] Rach? Please open the door. I have to talk to you.
RACHEL: No.
ROSS: I’ll talk to you anyway. You’re at least listening. [He takes a deep breath] I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. It was a wonderful night we had together, but I can’t give up my marriage. Emily’s ready to give it another try.
[Rachel opens the door slightly.]
RACHEL: Oh, how nice for you [tears are running down her face]. But what about me, huh? I’m always the one you leave behind. It isn’t fair…
ROSS: I know, and I wish it never happened. I’m sorry, Rach…
RACHEL: Please go [she closes the door].
[Ross looks at the others and leaves the apartment. Monica opens Rachel’s door and Phoebe follows her into the room. Rachel lies on her bed crying.]
MONICA: Poor thing, you’re worth so much better. But you have to realize that Ross is married, and what happened that night in London was a mistake. It wasn’t good for any of you.
RACHEL: But how much I regret it I don’t want it undone. I love him and hate him in the same time. It’s killing me…
PHOEBE: Don’t worry, men will line up to have you.
RACHEL: But I want Ross.
MONICA: We know, sweetie, we know…
[Three weeks later. Monica is working. Rachel isn’t feeling too well, and Phoebe comes over to keep her company. They’re watching Legends of the fall. Both are sobbing.]
RACHEL: That Brad Pitt is one beautiful man…
PHOEBE: Almost as handsome as Regis…
RACHEL: What!? Regis Philbin?
PHOEBE: Uhu! Who else?
[Chandler enters the room.]
CHANDLER: Hey, Chan-chan-man is in the house. What are you watching?
RACHEL: Legends of the fall… [Blows her nose]
CHANDLER: A chickflick.
PHOEBE: No, it’s not. There are bears, guns and beautiful women. Everything a man appreciates in a movie.
CHANDLER: It’s Brad Pitt!
[Rachel runs into the bathroom, feeling sick.]
CHANDLER: Ew that’s gross! She doesn’t like Brad Pitt either?
PHOEBE: Of course she does, she’s just not well yet.
CHANDLER: Hasn’t she been sick a long time now?
PHOEBE: Yeah, I’ll take her to a doctor. She has been throwing up and feeling tired more than a week… Oh my god!
CHANDLER: What!?
[Rachel comes out from the bathroom.]
RACHEL: What is it?
PHOEBE: I know… Yeah, I kinda know about that feeling. Wait a minute.
[She pokes around in her bag and picks up a small box.]
PHOEBE: Here it is! I knew I had one in there.
RACHEL: What is that?
PHOEBE: A pregnancy test.
CHANDLER: And you have one in your bag, why?
PHOEBE: I thought I might need it sometime.
[Chandler makes his famous handmoves.]
RACHEL: I’m notpregnant! It’s just the flu.
PHOEBE: Then it’s ok to take the test. So it can be excluded.
RACHEL: It’s alrexcluded. Sure, I can take the test, but I am not pregnant!
[Phoebe hands her the test and she walks into the bathroom and closes the door.]
[Time lapse. It’s totally quiet in the apartment, but you can hear the timer tick. When the timer rings they get startled.]
PHOEBE: Ok, it’s done…
RACHEL: I can’t go in there.
CHANDLER: I can do it, if you want?
RACHEL: Would you?
[He walks into the bathroom. Phoebe takes Rachel’s hand. Chandler comes out again. Rachel watches him with big eyes.]
CHANDLER: [Takes a deep breath.] Rach, it’s blue…
RACHEL: No, it can’t be… [She begins to cry.]
PHOEBE: Let’s go to a doctor, you can’t trust those tests.
RACHEL: But what if…?
CHANDLER: Listen Rach, we’ll take a cab right away. It’s important you get the true answer.
PHOEBE: We’ll take my grandma’s cab.
[Cut to a hospital. Rachel, Chandler and Phoebe are waiting outside the doctor’s office. Monica comes into the room.]
MONICA: Oh, Rach, how are you? You look so tired…
RACHEL: He’s checking the tests now.
[A few seconds later the doctor comes out.]
Doctor: Miss Green, can you please come in here?
RACHEL: Monica, please come with me.
[They walk into the room and the door closes. After a while they come out again. Chandler and Phoebe waits for someone to say what’s going on.]
RACHEL: Yeah… I’m pregnant.
PHOEBE: [Hugs her] I don’t know if I should be happy or sad.
RACHEL: Me neither. Can you please drive me to Ross?
PHOEBE: Of course I can.
[Cut to Ross apartment. He’s watching TV when the doorbell rings. He opens it to find Rachel stand on the other side.]
ROSS: Hi…
RACHEL: Ross, we really need to talk.
[She walks pass him and sits down on his couch.]
ROSS: I didn’t expect you.
RACHEL: Well, sometimes things happen when you at least expect them to.
ROSS: Uhm… What?
RACHEL: Is Emily here?
ROSS: No, she’s still in London. [sits down beside her]
RACHEL: Are you in love with her? The way we were?
ROSS: It’s not the right time for this now…
RACHEL: [Angrily] No, but I was perfectly fine when she didn’t want you! And one night is enough…
ROSS: Enough for what?
RACHEL: Enough for me getting pregnant! [She begins to cry.]
ROSS: It can’t be… But it is, isn’t it?
[She looks at him with big eyes. Tears are streaming down her face.]
RACHEL: Oh, Ross… I don’t want to give birth to an unwanted child. But we can’t make this undone.
ROSS: Omigod. You’re pregnant with my baby… You can’t imagine how much I wanted this to happen before. How long has it gone?
RACHEL: Five weeks…
ROSS: Rach, I can’t… I’m married. I’ll do anything for that baby, and I’ll try to be a good father, but I can’t leave Emily.
[Rachel rises and walks up to the door, still crying. “I try” by Macy Gray starts playing.]
Games, changes and fears
When will they go from here
When will they stop
RACHEL: Bye, Ross…
ROSS: Rach, the baby is not unwanted…
I believe that fate has brought us here
And we should be together
But we’re not
[She turns around and leaves the apartment.]
[Cut to the cab. Rachel steps in.]
PHOEBE: How did it go?
RACHEL: Please don’t ask. Just drive me home…
I play it off but I’m dreaming of you
I’ll keep my cool but I’m fiendin
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near.
Goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near.
[Girl’s apartment. Monica sits beside Rachel in the sofa.]
MONICA: What are you gonna do?
RACHEL: I’ll give birth and raise it myself. But I want all those things I won’t get... I want the boyfriend listening to my belly, I want the decorating of the baby’s room together with the one I love and I want the excitement only a couple can have when the baby’s coming. What have I done not to deserve that?
MONICA: Oh, honey… You deserve it, more than anyone else does. But everything doesn’t go the way we plan it to. I just want you to know that I’ll always be here for you, never forget that.
RACHEL: I won’t. Thanks… What would I have done without you?
(Read the continue; “The One With The Desert Road”)