Okay this fic is called "Problems". It takes place in Season 6, so Chandler and Monica are living together and Rachel lives with Joey. I'm gonna make Phoebe still be living in her Grandmother's apartment. I always forget the disclaimer so here goes: I don't own any of the Character and you know whatever. Okay here goes.

Chandler walks up to the door and pauses before putting the key in the slot and turning the knob. He's coming home late again and doesn't want to wake Monica up. It seems like they've been getting into arguments a lot and he is not in the mood tonight. The only light showing in the room is by one candle that is almost burned down to the wick. He opens the door slowly and walks in quietly. As soon as the door closes, Monica jumps up from the couch. Apparently she fell asleep there.

" Oh, I'm sorry Mon. I didn't want to wake you up."

" Well you did. Where the hell were you?" She asks angrily.

" I got stuck at work again." He says taking off his coat and putting his briefcase. Her face drop from anger to sadness.

" Whatever. I'm going to bed." She says walking to the table and blowing out the candle. He then notices that the table was set with plates and silverware. He sighs.

" Monica, wait. I'm sorry. I didn't expect to stay this late and I certainly didn't know that you were making dinner for us."

" Well, you should have called." Monica adds.

" I know. I'm sorry."

" What's going on at work? I mean you come home late a lot, sometimes in a bad mood and always tired. We hardly get to see each other."

" The WENUS is all out of whack, then people aren't doing the job they were hired for and I'm picking up the slack. It's frustrating. And right now I just wanna sleep."

" Fine." She says with a certain look on her face.

" What?" He says sensing there was more she wanted to say.

" It's just…what's happening to us?"

" Huh?"

" Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about." He knew exactly what she was talking about. "It just seems like we're drifting apart. You're busy at work and I have my handful at the restaurant. We don't get to see a lot of each other. Then when we do get a chance, we're hanging out with the gang or we usually end up fighting or something."

" Well what do you want me to do about it Monica!" He doesn't know why he just snapped at her. Taking his anger out on her wasn't right and he knew that.

" Don't you snap at me! Okay, I am just telling you what you already know. It's obvious."

" Well, what do you want to do to fix this Mon? Huh?"

" I want us to talk this out. I want to know what's going through your head. We're not communicating anymore. You're not talking to me like you used to."

" Don't pin this on me Monica. We both aren't making things easy. You're not talking to me either. I don't know what you want from me. One minute it seems like you want this, next that. Then you come to me with this crap about how I don't open up to you. I mean come on! I'm not a mind reader. And hey, you wanted me to open up? Well I just did. You know I'm no good at this relationship stuff and you are not making it any easier."

" Oh, I'm not making it easier? I'm so sorry that I've failed you Chandler!" She says sarcastically. "Why don't you just call me when you grow up? Alright!"

" Fine!"

" Fine!" with that he storms out and slams the door behind him while Monica collapses on the couch in a fit of tears.

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" Ahhh! Oh my god! You scared the crap out of me!" Rachel screams when Her and Chandler bump into each other in the hallway.

" Sorry."

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

" Yeah. It's just that Monica and I got in a fight again."

" Aww, I'm sorry."

" Yeah but you don't look to good either. What's up?"

" I just got back from the date from hell."

" Well come on. You can tell me all about it."

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They end up drinking at a bar called Smith's.

" So he's rambling on and on about his ex girlfriends and referring to himself in third person. To top it off, I guess he didn't realize how expensive the restaurant was until the bill came. He looks at it then looks up at me and picks out what I ordered and made me pay for it. I mean that is just tacky."

" Wow. Sounds like you had a great time." He says sarcastically.

" It's so hard to meet guys these days. All the good ones are taken..." She downs another drink while Chandler orders more.

" We better becarful before we end up drunk or something." He quips.

" Yea. I'm already feeling tipsy."

"Me too." There's a moment of silence.

"What happened between you and Mon."

" Well, I was working late. And Monica had made dinner for the two of us but I didn't know, then some how we got in this argument about how things aren't going well, how we're not communicating. And blah blah blah."

" Don't worry, you guys will be fine."

" See now how do you know that."

" Well, do you love her?"

" Of course I do."

" Then it will work out."

" It's just so hard sometimes. Ya' know?" He puts his head down while Rachel rubs his back.

" I know it is, honey. I know" He lifts his head a little and Rachel stops rubbing his back. They instantly realize their only inches apart. Then suddenly, as if the alcohol they were consuming finally took its toll, They lean in and kiss. It was soft at first but then became more passionate.

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" I don't know what to do. He just stormed out and I have no idea where he went." Monica tells Joey franticly.

" Mon, relax. He's probably fine. You guys just got in a fight right?" She nods. " Then just give him some time to cool off. Okay?"

" Alright." She agrees.

" He'll be back if not tonight then by tomorrow morning. Now get some sleep."

" Okay, thanks Joe. You're a good friend." She smiles.

" Glad to help. I'm going to bed cause I need my sleep. I have that audition tomorrow. Goodnight."

" Night." Monica replies as Joey turns to leave. She stares at the door hoping that it will magically open and she would find Chandler on the other side. She shakes her head and turns to walk away. That night she doesn't get much sleep. It's hard for her to sleep peacefully with out him with her.

"How did we get in this rough spot? Everything was going great but then we just started to see less and less of each other. Sometimes just to avoid fights." She says thinking out loud. A single tear rolls down her cheek.

" I hope he's okay. And doesn't do something stupid." She tells herself. With that, she rolls over and gives a futile attempt at getting a good night's sleep.

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