xx Disclaimer xx

The hit TV-Series, "Friends" was born 22nd of September 1994 and died on the 31st of May 2004. For ten years, people all around the world took delight in settling down infront of their television screens every day to watch it on channel four, and even though It is long gone now, people still watch it's replays on 4 or E4. I love Friends so much, and I just want to make it plain that I'm not stealing, I'm just using the characters in this fan-fic. I think It's gonna be a series, we'll just have to see how it all goes.

I also want to make it plain that this fan-fic is one of Angst, so if you're not into that kind of thing don't go on reading, but don't leave upsetting reviews either. Anyway, I'd like to bring to light where the story is set, and when it is set, ect.

It's about three years since the group split up and went their seperate ways, and just six months ago the gang and Phoebe's new husband (Mike Hannigan) are off for a holiday in Spain. So, the seven of them take off on a jet plane, that crashes about an hour after take off. Miraculously, Phoebe survives, but runs away in fear, thinking that the others are dead. Not in her right mind, Phoebe goes home and grieves, unable to believe this is happening. She thinks she's lost everything, but then she bumps into someone, and things start to kick off again.

Enjoy.

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The city of New York was just as It had been when she had left it, run down and lifeless. Nothing had changed, of course, It was all the same, day in and day out.

The people just walked right past her, staring at her as if she was some kind of psychopath, and moving on quicker so to get away. She didn't really care. She was used to it all now. It was nothing new to her.

Phoebe Buffay was sitting alone in the deserted park on a bench, staring at her knees, not looking up at passers-by. She wasn't crying, she didn't even have any more tears left to cry. Her eyes were cold and hard, and just as pale and lifeless as the city before her. Phoebe shifted slightly on her bench. It seemed like only yesterday that it had happened, that she had lost everything that meant something to her ...

Nothing meant anything to her anymore. All the people, walking down the streets, off to work or grab a coffee, she didn't even notice it all anymore. It was like some kind of monster had come and taken everything from her, like the monsters she'd always believed in since she was a little kid. But she didn't believe in all that anymore. It was all fake and unreal.

Phoebe's head tilted to one side, and she went into a sort of trance, staring into space, the world around her became a distant blur, she was away from it all ...

"Phoebe!"

Phoebe snapped out of her trance. She looked around, staring around wildly for whoever had suddenly called her name. But there was nothing there.

"Phoebe! Hey, Phoebe!"

And then she saw him. There he was. It was Mike.

He was standing there, waving, just waving, to her. To her. It was him, her husband. She loved him to infinity. She smiled and waved back at him, preparing to leap to her feet and rush into his arms, but she never got the chance. A car suddenly rushed past and then Mike was gone, nowhere to be seen.

Sighing, but not allowing herself to cry, Phoebe turned around and stared back at her knees. What was wrong with her? He was gone, and he was never coming back. Standing up, Phoebe tried to compose herself as well as possible, but she knew that nothing she did could hide it. Her hand touched her face, touched the scars, cuts and scratches on her face. She was a mess, and damn hell she knew it. But It wasn't to be helped, the cuts and bruises would of course stay with her forever.

Just like the pain, Phoebe thought savagely, walking slowly out of the park and down the street. She passed the old coffee house she and her friends had used to hang out in when they had been young, stupid and immature. The place was now boarded up and dilapilated, just like the rest of the torn apart city. But that couldn't be helped, Phoebe couldn't be bothered to help, she just wanted to die painfully like the others had. She wiped the tears hastily from her eyes, not wanting to cry out there in the open.

But passing the coffee house made Phoebe remember.

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"Hey everybody, this is Rachel Green, another highschool survivor! This is everybody, Rachel! Phoebe, Joey and- you remember my brother Ross?"

"Sure!"

Rachel ran to Ross, whose umbrella suddenly went up. Rachel sat next to Phoebe and Ross. Monica sat down in another armchair. Joey, meanwhile was sitting in another, grinning at all of them.

The place where it had all began.

Their "one-of-a-kind" friendship.

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Phoebe almost burst into tears.

No, she thought to herself, trying to blink back the tears that were threatening to spill down her cheeks, No! That's over, it was a long time ago ...

But it wasn't over. The memories weren't, atleast. Phoebe thought about them every single day. Happy, happy memories. Not sad ones. Just happy ones. And then ...

Sad memories.

Phoebe remembered how it had all ended just six months ago.

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"Oh, wow!"

"Spain, here we come!"

"Um, Phoebe?"

It was Mike. Phoebe stared at him in surprise, why did he want to talk to her? He wasn't having doubts, was he? They were married now, and they'd agreed to take the other five on their honeymoon. What was up?

"Listen Pheebs, I love you, and I'm- I'm really glad you're here with me." He stammered, holding onto Phoebe's hand.

Phoebe smiled at him, "Me too Mike, I- I love you too, Mike, you know I do!"

"Guys? We should be there in an hour,"

"Yeah, alright ..." Mike said to Monica, who smiled at them and left, "Listen, when the plane lands we'll be in Spain, and we'll have the best honeymoon ever, along with everyone else."

"Yeah, thanks Mike," Phoebe said, kissing him.

"Phoebe, I-"

But they were suddenly interrupted by Chandler. Phoebe and Mike turned to face him.

Chandler was wearing an expression like no other. It wasn't one of happiness, or one of joy, but one of sheer and utmost horror. The fear, the terror, it was all there in his eyes, every last bit of it.

"Um, um, I- I don't know how to say this ..." He stammered.

"What?"

"Oh god, oh god, Oh god,"

That was Monica. Then came Ross' voice.

"WHAT THE-"

"RACHEL!"

"Oh jesus guys, this is bad!"

"What is it?"

"Phoebe ..."

The plane suddenly jolted and then Phoebe felt herself falling to her death, not even having the strength to cry out, just falling ...

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She had survived, of course.

But the others ...

The others ...

They hadn't made it. She had seen their bodies, all limp and had seen not one sign of any of them breathing. She had been sorry to have lived through the accident, and how she longed to be with them. Her best friends, and the man she had loved ...

Did love.

Phoebe entered her flat. It was stuffy, and she hadn't been paying rent for a while now. But at that moment in time, she didn't give a shit. It wasn't home, not in the least. But It was all she had.

Sinking into an armchair, Phoebe Buffay screamed into a cushion and then slowly cried herself to sleep, unaware that the events of next day would change her life forever.

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xx Authors Note xx

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