"Um, yeah, I had an appointment with Dr. Reese at eleven?" Monica asked the
receptionist nervously.

The receptionist typed a few things on her compute, clicked the mouse a
couple of times, then finally said, "A Miss Monica Gellar?"

Monica nodded meakly.

"He'll be right with you," the lady said, then smiled at her.

Monica nodded again, then went to sit down beside Chandler in the waiting
room. "God, I am so nervous."

"Hear, hear," Chandler answered with a small smile. He awkwardly put an arm
around her shoulders, and she layed her head on his chest again.

"Miss Gellar?"

Monica looked up to see a woman in a lab coat holding a clipboard and looking
around the room expectantly.

Monica started to get up, and gave Chandler another nervous glance, then
followed the doctor into a room.

* * * * *

Chandler looked at his watch again; it had been six whole minutes since
Monica had left. He wanted her to come back so that then they could
celebrate.

He hadn't realized how much he wanted a baby. Chandler also didn't realize
that it wasn't that he hadn't wanted a baby before, but he just wanted
somebody who he was close with. He knew that the only reason he was so calm
about all of it was that it was Monica, his best friend, across the hall
Monica.

Chandler glanced at his clock again to see that another thirty seconds had
passed.

It was two whole minutes later when he finally spotted Monica trudging
through the hallway towards him.

He jumped up and practically ran to her. "Well?" he prodded.

Monica shook her head. "False alarm," she said hoarsely.

They both stared at each other for what seemed like eternity before Chandler
finally put his arms around her and just breathed her in. Monica snuggled
against his chest and began to silently cry.

"I don't know why," Chandler said after a few moments of silence, "but I
was really looking forward to having a kid with you."

Monica started crying harder and Chandler pulled her tighter to him.

* * * * *

"Hey, guys," Chandler greeted as he walked into Centrel Perk, Monica right
behind him.

Everybody looked at them expectantly.

Monica just sat down, looking extremely sad. "False alarm."

"Wow!" Ross breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll bet you two are ecstatic!"

"Uh-huh," Monica mumbled. "Ecstatic. That's the word I was going to use."

"Um, Monica, I need some more coffee, want to come with me to get it?"
Rachel asked not-to-subtley.

"Who cares?" Monica asked, standing up next to Rachel.

"Oooh! Me too!" Phoebe said excitedly and followed them to the counter.

"Monica, what's wrong?" Rachel asked in a whisper as soon as they were out
of ear shot of the guys.

"What if you were right?" Monica moaned. "What if the only chance I'm ever
going to have a baby was a false alarm?"

"Oh, honey," Rachel soothed, hugging her friend. "You are going to find
somebody, okay? In fact, Phoebe and I are taking you out tonight for some
fun and some flirting. And we are going to find you the one, okay? And you'll
fall madly in love, get married, and have lots of little Monica's running
around."

"And if it doesn't work out there's always the sperm bank," Phoebe said in
her own helpful way.

"Thanks, Pheebs," Monica said, laughing. She grabbed Phoebe in a hug, then
smiled widely. "You know what I need?"

"What?"

"Some meaningless sex. I don't need a guy to fall in love with, I need some
hot monkey sex," Monica said, sounding reassured and not upset anymore.

"Doesn't everybody?" Phoebe asked. "Okay, tonight we are all going to go
clubbing and we're each going to find some random guy to do it with. Sound
good?"

"Sounds good," Rachel and Monica agreed.

The three girls sat back down on the couch, all of them looking happy.

"And-and, Monica, you can have first pick, okay?" Phoebe continued. "So,
like, if we meet this really hot guy, you can have him."

"Aw . . . thanks, Pheebs," Monica said, hugging her friend again.

"Oh!" Rachel said suddenly. "We all have to buy new outfits. Monica, for you,
I was thinking something that covered just enough, but showed lots, and in
black or red. A really slinky material cuz, you know, guys love to run their
hands over it."

"Mmm-hmm," Monica agreed thoughtfully. "But, I don't know, I don't want these
guys to think I'm a slut."

"What are you guys talking about?" Chandler asked, finally breaking. Him,
Ross, and Joey had been confused since the girls sat down.

"We," Rachel said proudly, "are going to all have meaningless sex with random
guys tonight."

"Good for you!" Joey said.

"Ooh!" Monica said suddenly. "I saw this dress at Bloomingdales that would
be so perfect for you, Pheobe. It's, like, all white and lacy . . . it would
make you look like an angel if you curled your hair."

"I really don't think you should go . . . do what you're going to do," Ross
put in. "Think about who you ended up with the last time you wanted sex."

Monica glared at her brother for a minute, then stood up and left Central
Perk quickly.

"Dude, why'd you do that?" Chandler asked, sounding a little bit upset.

"It's true," Ross said defensively. "I'm just worried that she's going to
end up with Joey this time!"

Joey laughed in his dirty way.

"Not helping," Ross warned him. Joey quickly shut up.

"Ross, get a life," Rachel told him disgustedly as she and Phoebe got up and
prepared to follow Monica outside.

"I have one, thank you very much!" Ross yelled after her.

"Way to tell her off," Joey said sarcastically, giving him the thumbs up
sign.

* * * * *

Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe were all sitting at a bar, sipping drinks as they
looked at the people around them.

"Oh, my," Phoebe said suddenly. Rach and Mon turned in the direction that
Phoebe was looking in. "Oh, can I have that one? Pretty please?"

"Go," Monica said, pushing her friend slightly. Phoebe giggled and scampered
off in the direction of the hottie she'd been checking out.

"You sure you didn't want him?" Rachel asked, watching as Phoebe smiled
flirtatiosly at the guy and then giggled again. "He *was* kinda hot, you
know."

"Uh-huh," Monica said distractedly. She downed the rest of her drink. "Can
I get another?" she asked the bartender. A second later she had another shot
glass sitting in front of her.

"Oh, look, that guy is checking you out," Rachel said, nodding her head to
the left.

Monica turned to see a guy, as Rachel said, checking her out. "Nah . . . he's
not what I'm looking for."

"What *are* you looking for, Monica?" Rachel asked, exasperated.

"I don't know," Monica admitted. "But when I find him, I'll know."

"Okay," Rachel said, clearly not understanding.

Monica downed her shot glass in another second and started to ask for
another.

"Monica, don't," Rachel warned. "You can get some more, but not another shot,
okay?"

"Fine," Monica muttered.

"What about that guy?" Rachel asked.

Monica looked and then shrugged. "Nope. He just doesn't do it for me. I don't
know why, but all of these guys just don't seem hot anymore."

"Wow, there is something wrong with you," Rachel observed. "First you think
Chandler's funny, next you don't think that George Clooney look alike is
cute . . ."

"Ha ha, not funny," Monica said sarcastically. "I figure once I'm drunk
enough I'll find someone."

"Good plan. Oooh! Looks like Phoebe's not coming back," Rachel said, pointing
to the blonde in the white dress leaving with her man. "I hope she gives us
all the details."

"Well if you're the one asking there's no way she won't," Monica pointed out.

"Right . . . oh, can I have that one? Please?"

"Go."

* * * * *

"Oh, my God! Joe, wake up! We have to go!" Chandler yelled after hearing the
messege.

Joey came out groggily, rubbing his eyes. "What is it, man? You woke me up."

"We have to go to the hospital."

"Dude, it's, like, two o'clock in the morning!"

"It's Monica."

"What happened?"

"I'm not completely sure."

* * * * *

Monica woke up slowly to see a foggy picture of her friends sitting around.
She blinked and rubbed her eyes and the picture became clear again. She
looked around to find herself in a hospital room and suddenly everything
came back to her.

She had found a guy after getting majorly drunk, they had gone back to his
apartment, and in the middle of sex she had had pains in his mid section;
pains that came wave after wave, so intense she couldn't breath. She had
no idea what was happening to her, and the guy had had to call the ambulence.

"Oh, God," Monica groaned, sitting up. "What happened?"

Everybody exchanged looks. "Um, Mon . . ." Rachel started, then trailed off.

"The blood test was wrong. You're pregnant," Joey said bluntly.

"What?" Monica demanded, shocked.