Author: Jen

Author's Note: I had a lovely request to make this story, hope I do it justice! Please let me know what you think, thanks!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything or any of the characters.

A/N: Rachel and Joey aren't loving living together so much anymore, but fights and wounds could lead to something no one was expecting.


I'm up tonight, it's one of those awful nights when you just can't sleep and it's killing you. After countless hours of lying awake in bed, I get up to get a glass of milk, always hearing that was supposedly a solution. I come out of my room, but before I make it to the kitchen, the door is opening and Joey is nearly tumbling in with a girl clinging to him. She won't unwrap her arms from around his neck as they chuckle their way through the doorframe. When Joey sees me, he instantly stops and gently unwraps the girl's arms from him.

She's the obvious type of girl Joey would go out with, skimpy and blonde with a dress way too short.

"Oh, hey Rach… uh what are you doing up?" he asks. He clearly wasn't expecting to see me. What he doesn't know is, unless he goes someone else, half the times he brings a girl home they wake me up anyway.

"I couldn't sleep," I respond awkwardly.

"Oh well, uh this is Sharon. Sharon this is my roommate," he feels the need to make the introductions at two in the morning.

"Hi," we both say blandly.

"Okay, want to go to bed?" Sharon asks in a bubbly voice.

"Okay, I'll meet you in there," he says and puts his hand in the direction of his room. He watches her go in and she winks at him before shutting the door.

"You okay?" he turns to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just one of those nights you know?"

"Oh well, um…" he says, his fingers hitting together.

"Joey it's fine you brought a girl home, you've done it before," I tell him, surprised he's so hesitant.

"Really, it's just you're up now. We can find someone else I'm sure."

"Joey, no that's silly. You're here now."

"Okay, you're sure?" His face lights up, probably getting mentally ready to head back to his room.

"Yes," I tell him.

He nods and then hurries back to his room and I decide to listen to some music for a little while.


I wake up early the next morning and get out before Joey or his date wake up. I go through my day at work, exhausted from how little sleep I got. When I'm finally home I go to Monica's instead of my own apartment.

"So, did they keep you up?" Monica asks after I fill her in on my tiring night.

"No, I listened to music and eventually fell asleep, not hearing a thing – luckily," I tell her as she heats me up some dinner leftovers.

She puts the plate of food in front of me and I dig in.

Joey walks in next.

"Hey, I knew I smelt food. Where's my plate?" He sits down next to me and I make a face.

"What?" he questions me.

"I just can't get away from you can I?"

"What do you mean by that?" he narrows his eyes at me.

"I mean I came here to get away from the apartment…and you for a little bit."

"Why?" his tone changes to insulted.

"Well, last night was pretty awkward."

"You said it was fine," Joey protests.

"What did you want me to say – no you can't have sex in your own apartment, which you've already done a million times before?"

"So, it does bother you! I offered to go someone else. This is your own fault."

"Well, obviously it's always awkward and you just can't tell someone no."

"Yes you can, you say it like this – no!" he yells at me now. My mouth drops, offended by his erupting volume.

"Okay, Okay! Let's calm down you too," Monica tries to stop the arguing.

We both look at her, still annoyed.

"Look, let's just talk this out rationally!" she suggests.

"I've said all I needed to!" I shout and stand abruptly.

"Me too!" Joey stands as well.

"Monica, I'm sleeping here tonight!"

"Maybe you should have just done that last night!" Joey snaps back.

"Maybe you could have just not brought that tramp home!" I fight back.

Joey's shocked at this.

"Okay! Maybe this is a good time to leave!" Monica yells nervously and pushes Joey to the door. Thank God because I'm fuming. When he's finally gone, I let out a long, frustrated breath. Monica looks at me.

"Wow, I haven't seen you like this in so long."

"What?" I ask, still in a revolted tone.

"You haven't fought with someone like that since… since Ross," Monica says.

I cock my head at her.

"What are you talking about, I fight with people all the time."

"No, no actually you're a push over most of time. It was only when you and Ross got heated, did your crazy side come out."

"Crazy side?"

"No, shhhh I didn't mean that," Monica ends the conversation as she comes over to me, carefully leading me to the guest bedroom.


I end up staying at Monica's for a couple of nights. I thought I would be over it, but every time I think about going back across the hall and facing him I end up back at Monica's again. I have Monica go over to get me clothes or some of my things. I'm glad she's so understanding, even though she does tell me I can't hide from Joey forever.

Chandler is definitely getting annoyed by my company. I'm pretty sure it's because they feel they can't do the same thing Joey did, have sex in the next room, but honestly I wouldn't have minded with them. I know they are a happy couple and I expect that of them. I guess that's pretty hypocritical of me. I don't really know why I feel that way.

Monica returns one Saturday afternoon, from getting some more of my clothes from my apartment. I'm sitting at the kitchen table when she walks in.

"Rach, I think Joey is sick."

"With what?"

"I don't know, I didn't even see him. I just heard him coughing and saw a ton of cold medicine on the counter."

"Well, then I'm definitely not going back over there now."

"No, you have to go back!" Chandler's voice comes from behind us. He must have heard the conversation and is now walking towards us.

"Chandler…" I start, but he interrupts me.

"No no…Rachel we love you, but you have been here for a week. Joey needs your help. He's not well, you're his roommate, now go!"

I turn to Monica in disbelief.

"Monica!" I wait for her to defend me. She shrugs her shoulder regretfully at me. I glare at her and then Chandler.

"Fine!" I say. I collect all my things and storm out.