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This is just a little idea I had. It's kinda dramatic. Please read and review. I don't own these characters. Even though I know them better than my own family. I'll probably still get them all wrong.
Monica pulled up in front of her children's school. She looked at the doors which hundreds of kids entered and exited daily. She checked her hair in the mirror of the minivan. Rarely was she vain. A loud buzzer sounded and kids emerged from the elementary school. After a couple of minutes the minivan door swung open and her two children climbed in.
"Mom, did you know Alvin Williams ate a worm today at lunch?" Trent said as soon as he sat in his seat.
Monica turned and looked at her nine year old, "Actually I did hear, Susanna at work told me. Huge news item."
"Really? How did she know?" Cameron said as she shot a confused look at her mother.
Trent rolled his eyes, "Cam, Mom's being sarcastic." He said as he looked at his six-year-old sister.
Cameron smiled, "Dad's always sarcastic."
Trent ignored her and looked back at his mom. "Are we going home now?"
Monica re-buckled her seat belt and pulled away from the school. "No, we're going to Auntie Phoebe's. Then home."
Trent groaned and Cameron let out a sound of pure excitement. "So, what's new, kids?" Monica said as she stopped behind the buses.
"You know, Lynn's mom and dad are getting a deport." Cameron said.
"A divorce, sweetie, not deport." Monica corrected.
"Kinda like our mom and dad," Trent whispered to Cameron. "Except they were never married." Monica heard this; she felt guilty.
Chandler woke up and rolled out of bed. He'd slept through most of the day and through little of last night. His kids were covered in germs from other kids; he knew one of them must have passed on the cold virus. Only, they had not been sick. Monica fed them so many vitamins and kept them so clean there was no way either of them ever had to visit a doctor. He walked into the kitchen of his apartment and looked around. When he spotted the phone he picked it up and dialled.
"Trent, will you answer Mommy's phone? I'm driving." Monica told her son as she passed him the phone that had been seated on the seat next to her. It rang for a second time.
"Hello, Mom's phone." He answered. "Hey Dad! Are you feeling better? Cameron said the stupidest thing."
"I didn't say anything!" Cameron screeched.
"Yeah, she's right here, hold on." Trent handed the phone back to his mother.
"Hello Chandler." Monica stated to the phone as she turned the corner. "No, we're heading to Phoebe's house. Well, I could leave them there then come over. Okay, bye."
"Leave us?" Trent chimed.
"You don't miss anything do you?" Monica glanced at him in the rear view mirror as she pulled into Phoebe's driveway. "Dad's still sick so I'm going to drop by his place, okay?"
Cameron unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned in and kissed her mother on the cheek. "Give Daddy a kiss for me."
Monica walked up the stairs to the apartment building where she had once lived for over ten years. She walked into the hallway where she and her five best friends had shared many memories. She stopped and sat down on the step. She thought back to eight years ago when she had been sitting on the same step and Chandler had walked up the stairs carrying their two-month-old son, Trent.
"Monica," he had said as she looked down at him and realised she'd been crying.
"Chandler, I'm so sorry." She had sobbed as soon as she had been him.
"For what?" He had almost whispered out of concern.
Monica couldn't answer and had fallen apart, then slid to the floor crying.
Monica came back to the present and shuddered at the thought of the break up of herself and Chandler.
Chandler went towards the balcony. Monica would be over soon, he had hated having to call her when he was in need. He looked out the window. It had been on that balcony where he and Monica had Monica had gotten back together, then three weeks later broken up again. That was five years ago. She had come over to pick up Trent after Chandler had spent the evening with him and Joey. When she knocked no one had come to the apartment door so she let herself in. Chandler was standing on the balcony.
She had leaned out the window and said "Hi Chandler, where's Trent?"
Chandler had smiled at her and flashed her a warm look, "He's asleep in Joey and Rachel's apartment." He then had climbed back into the apartment and the two had sat down on the couch.
"Did you guys have fun?" She asked, looking at her hands.
"Yeah it was great. He told me you stopped letting him have a drink after 8pm. So I gave him some coke at 9pm." Chandler looked guilty, he laughed. "At 10pm Rachel had to change the sheets."
She looked him in the eyes, "See, this is why I'm bringing up our three year old." Monica felt guilty as soon as she said it. She hadn't meant it to be hurtful.
Chandler had smiled and looked at her hands, she was fidgeting with her purse. "Monica Geller, are you nervous about something?"
Monica had returned her gaze to his eyes, "No."
"You're fidgeting." He had said. "Does being in the same room as me make you nervous or something?"
"No." She had almost gasped. "It didn't make me nervous to sleep next to you for three years."
Chandler snapped back into the present as someone knocked on his door.
"Monica." Chandler said as he opened the door.
"Hey, I brought you medicine," she said, handing him a little paper bag.
"Thank you for coming over," he said as the she entered the apartment.
She noticed him looking at her funny. "A penny for your thoughts."
He smiled and sat at the kitchen table, "Give me the penny and I'll tell you."
Monica opened the drawer and pulled out his change dish, and handed him a penny.
"Ha, ha, very funny." He half smiled. "You know me too well."
She smiled and pocketing the penny. She sat at the table across from him.
"I was just thinking about the night that we-," he shifted his gaze and paused. "That we created Cameron."
She smiled at his embarrassment, "Take your medicine." She paused. "I remember that night. We were sitting on the couch talking."
"You were nervous." Chandler added.
"I was uncomfortable."
"Was it because I was looking so good?" Chandler said as he swallowed two pills. He was so involved in the conversation in Monica he barely glanced at the medicine she had brought him.
"Don't flirt with me Chandler Bing." She said quickly and tried to hide her smile. Monica thought back to that night.
"It didn't make me nervous to sleep next to you for two years." She had replied to his comment. Chandler had put his hand on hers and lightly grasped it. She had been thinking how good looking he was and how good of a father to Trent he was. She had made a good mistake and she had kissed him. He had kissed her back.
"Are you kissing me?" He had whispered while kissing her.
"I am." She had whispered as she put her arms around him, and he had put his arms around her.
It had been the next morning when Monica had exited the bedroom and stopped as soon as she saw Rachel, Joey and Trent sitting at the table.
"Hey." She had said as Rachel and Joey sat motionless with their mouths open. Trent turned and looked at him mom.
"Mommy!" He ran and hugged her.
Chandler exited the bedroom behind her and picked up Trent. "Oh good I'm glad everyone's here.
Joey had a content look on his face, "What's going on?"
"Monica slept over." Chandler tried the words cautiously.
Monica now was sitting at the table across from Chandler. She snapped out of her flashback. "That was bad."
Chandler poured himself some water. "Hey, we have a beautiful daughter because of it."
"That was good." She corrected herself.
"What was bad was that you trampled my heart for the second time in a three year span." He opened the fridge for some ice.
Monica looked down to the table; she was guilty as charged.
Chandler looked at the clock on the oven. "It's five, you should go pick up the kids."
"Yeah, I hope Phoebe hasn't polluted their minds with anymore nonsense." Monica got up and walked to the door. "You taking them to the baseball game on Sunday?" She asked.
"Yep, I'll pick them up at noon." He said. She smiled and left.
Driving to Phoebe's in the car Monica took herself back to the afternoon when she had been lying on the step in the hall crying.
Chandler had slid to the ground and put his arm that wasn't holding their baby around Monica. "What's going on Mon?"
Monica had gasped for air. "I called off our wedding." Chandler had leaned away from her. He had gulped.
"What? Why?"
"I can't marry you Chandler." She had looked into his teary eyes.
"We have a son, Monica." Chandler had said.
"I know, but I just look at you and I don't see the love anymore."
"You don't see the love? Monica I love you more than anything in the world. Don't you love me?"
"Chandler, I can't." Monica had whimpered. "I need more than this." She had started sobbing again. Chandler had looked down at his son.
Monica pulled into Phoebe's driveway for the second time this day and wiped a tear that had formed underneath her eye.
Chandler was sitting on the couch reading a book; he was feeling better for the first time in two days. Monica had always taken care of him. He set down his book and thought of how earlier he had mentioned that she broke his heart twice. It was more of a mutual parting the second time. It had been three weeks after they had slept together. Their son was three and found Joey and Rachel much more fun than his actual parents. Monica was sitting on one of the chairs on the balcony and Chandler was sitting opposite her.
"Chandler, you know how we, uh, a couple of weeks ago," she had started saying.
"How we slept together?" He had finished for her.
"Yeah, and how we haven't really talked about it since?" She looked questioningly in his eyes.
"Mon, I don't think we should get back together." He had lied.
She had tried to look relieved, "no, me neither," she had lied. "But, uh, that's not all."
He had leaned towards her. "What?"
Monica had sat up in her chair, "I'm pregnant, again."
Chandler had leaned closer, "Is it mine?"
"Of course it's yours Chandler." She had said matter-of-factly.
"We're having another baby?"
"It seems that way."
"Is it a bad thing that I'm happy?" He had asked.
"Nope, I'm happy too." She said. "I didn't think we'd have another child together."
Chandler had frowned, "What do we tell Trent?"
"He's having a sister or brother." Monica had taken Chandlers hand and smiled.
Chandler smiled as he remembered how happy he was to be having another child. He set his book on the table and turned on the television. He felt queasy.
Phoebe opened the door, "Hey Mon, Ross is coming over."
Monica smiled, "Good, just what I need, another brotherly lecture."
Phoebe shrugged, "I didn't invite him. He just comes over."
"You lie, Pheebs." Monica tilted her head and smiled.
Phoebe looked at her friend, "Have you been crying?"
Monica sniffled, "No."
Phoebe folded her arms, "Now you lie. No one lies to me without getting away with it. Well except maybe Rachel . . ." The two heard a glass smash and children's screams from the kitchen. Phoebe turned towards her kitchen. "Your kids are brats, Monica." Phoebe joked.
Monica walked into the kitchen and looked at her kids. Phoebe tickled Cameron and grabbed Trent as he tried to tackle her. Monica's eyes filled with tears again.
To distract herself, she sat at the table. "Here Pheebs, I picked up your pills." Monica opened her purse and pulled out the bag of pills she had picked up for Phoebe at the drug store when she had picked up Chandlers cold medicine.
The pills read 'Tylenol Cold and Sinus'. The realisation sank in for Monica. She blurted, "Pheebs, can I use your phone?" Phoebe looked concerned and nodded.
Chandler turned off his television and answered to phone. "Hello?"
Monica's voice came through the other line, "I think I poisoned you."
Chandler, puzzled, looked at the pills sitting on the table. "Monica? Why do my pills say 'Phoebe Buffay' on them?"
TO BE CONTINUED :)
P.S. Apologies to Liz, she'll kill me for not letting her check it over before posting. ;)
This is just a little idea I had. It's kinda dramatic. Please read and review. I don't own these characters. Even though I know them better than my own family. I'll probably still get them all wrong.
Monica pulled up in front of her children's school. She looked at the doors which hundreds of kids entered and exited daily. She checked her hair in the mirror of the minivan. Rarely was she vain. A loud buzzer sounded and kids emerged from the elementary school. After a couple of minutes the minivan door swung open and her two children climbed in.
"Mom, did you know Alvin Williams ate a worm today at lunch?" Trent said as soon as he sat in his seat.
Monica turned and looked at her nine year old, "Actually I did hear, Susanna at work told me. Huge news item."
"Really? How did she know?" Cameron said as she shot a confused look at her mother.
Trent rolled his eyes, "Cam, Mom's being sarcastic." He said as he looked at his six-year-old sister.
Cameron smiled, "Dad's always sarcastic."
Trent ignored her and looked back at his mom. "Are we going home now?"
Monica re-buckled her seat belt and pulled away from the school. "No, we're going to Auntie Phoebe's. Then home."
Trent groaned and Cameron let out a sound of pure excitement. "So, what's new, kids?" Monica said as she stopped behind the buses.
"You know, Lynn's mom and dad are getting a deport." Cameron said.
"A divorce, sweetie, not deport." Monica corrected.
"Kinda like our mom and dad," Trent whispered to Cameron. "Except they were never married." Monica heard this; she felt guilty.
Chandler woke up and rolled out of bed. He'd slept through most of the day and through little of last night. His kids were covered in germs from other kids; he knew one of them must have passed on the cold virus. Only, they had not been sick. Monica fed them so many vitamins and kept them so clean there was no way either of them ever had to visit a doctor. He walked into the kitchen of his apartment and looked around. When he spotted the phone he picked it up and dialled.
"Trent, will you answer Mommy's phone? I'm driving." Monica told her son as she passed him the phone that had been seated on the seat next to her. It rang for a second time.
"Hello, Mom's phone." He answered. "Hey Dad! Are you feeling better? Cameron said the stupidest thing."
"I didn't say anything!" Cameron screeched.
"Yeah, she's right here, hold on." Trent handed the phone back to his mother.
"Hello Chandler." Monica stated to the phone as she turned the corner. "No, we're heading to Phoebe's house. Well, I could leave them there then come over. Okay, bye."
"Leave us?" Trent chimed.
"You don't miss anything do you?" Monica glanced at him in the rear view mirror as she pulled into Phoebe's driveway. "Dad's still sick so I'm going to drop by his place, okay?"
Cameron unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned in and kissed her mother on the cheek. "Give Daddy a kiss for me."
Monica walked up the stairs to the apartment building where she had once lived for over ten years. She walked into the hallway where she and her five best friends had shared many memories. She stopped and sat down on the step. She thought back to eight years ago when she had been sitting on the same step and Chandler had walked up the stairs carrying their two-month-old son, Trent.
"Monica," he had said as she looked down at him and realised she'd been crying.
"Chandler, I'm so sorry." She had sobbed as soon as she had been him.
"For what?" He had almost whispered out of concern.
Monica couldn't answer and had fallen apart, then slid to the floor crying.
Monica came back to the present and shuddered at the thought of the break up of herself and Chandler.
Chandler went towards the balcony. Monica would be over soon, he had hated having to call her when he was in need. He looked out the window. It had been on that balcony where he and Monica had Monica had gotten back together, then three weeks later broken up again. That was five years ago. She had come over to pick up Trent after Chandler had spent the evening with him and Joey. When she knocked no one had come to the apartment door so she let herself in. Chandler was standing on the balcony.
She had leaned out the window and said "Hi Chandler, where's Trent?"
Chandler had smiled at her and flashed her a warm look, "He's asleep in Joey and Rachel's apartment." He then had climbed back into the apartment and the two had sat down on the couch.
"Did you guys have fun?" She asked, looking at her hands.
"Yeah it was great. He told me you stopped letting him have a drink after 8pm. So I gave him some coke at 9pm." Chandler looked guilty, he laughed. "At 10pm Rachel had to change the sheets."
She looked him in the eyes, "See, this is why I'm bringing up our three year old." Monica felt guilty as soon as she said it. She hadn't meant it to be hurtful.
Chandler had smiled and looked at her hands, she was fidgeting with her purse. "Monica Geller, are you nervous about something?"
Monica had returned her gaze to his eyes, "No."
"You're fidgeting." He had said. "Does being in the same room as me make you nervous or something?"
"No." She had almost gasped. "It didn't make me nervous to sleep next to you for three years."
Chandler snapped back into the present as someone knocked on his door.
"Monica." Chandler said as he opened the door.
"Hey, I brought you medicine," she said, handing him a little paper bag.
"Thank you for coming over," he said as the she entered the apartment.
She noticed him looking at her funny. "A penny for your thoughts."
He smiled and sat at the kitchen table, "Give me the penny and I'll tell you."
Monica opened the drawer and pulled out his change dish, and handed him a penny.
"Ha, ha, very funny." He half smiled. "You know me too well."
She smiled and pocketing the penny. She sat at the table across from him.
"I was just thinking about the night that we-," he shifted his gaze and paused. "That we created Cameron."
She smiled at his embarrassment, "Take your medicine." She paused. "I remember that night. We were sitting on the couch talking."
"You were nervous." Chandler added.
"I was uncomfortable."
"Was it because I was looking so good?" Chandler said as he swallowed two pills. He was so involved in the conversation in Monica he barely glanced at the medicine she had brought him.
"Don't flirt with me Chandler Bing." She said quickly and tried to hide her smile. Monica thought back to that night.
"It didn't make me nervous to sleep next to you for two years." She had replied to his comment. Chandler had put his hand on hers and lightly grasped it. She had been thinking how good looking he was and how good of a father to Trent he was. She had made a good mistake and she had kissed him. He had kissed her back.
"Are you kissing me?" He had whispered while kissing her.
"I am." She had whispered as she put her arms around him, and he had put his arms around her.
It had been the next morning when Monica had exited the bedroom and stopped as soon as she saw Rachel, Joey and Trent sitting at the table.
"Hey." She had said as Rachel and Joey sat motionless with their mouths open. Trent turned and looked at him mom.
"Mommy!" He ran and hugged her.
Chandler exited the bedroom behind her and picked up Trent. "Oh good I'm glad everyone's here.
Joey had a content look on his face, "What's going on?"
"Monica slept over." Chandler tried the words cautiously.
Monica now was sitting at the table across from Chandler. She snapped out of her flashback. "That was bad."
Chandler poured himself some water. "Hey, we have a beautiful daughter because of it."
"That was good." She corrected herself.
"What was bad was that you trampled my heart for the second time in a three year span." He opened the fridge for some ice.
Monica looked down to the table; she was guilty as charged.
Chandler looked at the clock on the oven. "It's five, you should go pick up the kids."
"Yeah, I hope Phoebe hasn't polluted their minds with anymore nonsense." Monica got up and walked to the door. "You taking them to the baseball game on Sunday?" She asked.
"Yep, I'll pick them up at noon." He said. She smiled and left.
Driving to Phoebe's in the car Monica took herself back to the afternoon when she had been lying on the step in the hall crying.
Chandler had slid to the ground and put his arm that wasn't holding their baby around Monica. "What's going on Mon?"
Monica had gasped for air. "I called off our wedding." Chandler had leaned away from her. He had gulped.
"What? Why?"
"I can't marry you Chandler." She had looked into his teary eyes.
"We have a son, Monica." Chandler had said.
"I know, but I just look at you and I don't see the love anymore."
"You don't see the love? Monica I love you more than anything in the world. Don't you love me?"
"Chandler, I can't." Monica had whimpered. "I need more than this." She had started sobbing again. Chandler had looked down at his son.
Monica pulled into Phoebe's driveway for the second time this day and wiped a tear that had formed underneath her eye.
Chandler was sitting on the couch reading a book; he was feeling better for the first time in two days. Monica had always taken care of him. He set down his book and thought of how earlier he had mentioned that she broke his heart twice. It was more of a mutual parting the second time. It had been three weeks after they had slept together. Their son was three and found Joey and Rachel much more fun than his actual parents. Monica was sitting on one of the chairs on the balcony and Chandler was sitting opposite her.
"Chandler, you know how we, uh, a couple of weeks ago," she had started saying.
"How we slept together?" He had finished for her.
"Yeah, and how we haven't really talked about it since?" She looked questioningly in his eyes.
"Mon, I don't think we should get back together." He had lied.
She had tried to look relieved, "no, me neither," she had lied. "But, uh, that's not all."
He had leaned towards her. "What?"
Monica had sat up in her chair, "I'm pregnant, again."
Chandler had leaned closer, "Is it mine?"
"Of course it's yours Chandler." She had said matter-of-factly.
"We're having another baby?"
"It seems that way."
"Is it a bad thing that I'm happy?" He had asked.
"Nope, I'm happy too." She said. "I didn't think we'd have another child together."
Chandler had frowned, "What do we tell Trent?"
"He's having a sister or brother." Monica had taken Chandlers hand and smiled.
Chandler smiled as he remembered how happy he was to be having another child. He set his book on the table and turned on the television. He felt queasy.
Phoebe opened the door, "Hey Mon, Ross is coming over."
Monica smiled, "Good, just what I need, another brotherly lecture."
Phoebe shrugged, "I didn't invite him. He just comes over."
"You lie, Pheebs." Monica tilted her head and smiled.
Phoebe looked at her friend, "Have you been crying?"
Monica sniffled, "No."
Phoebe folded her arms, "Now you lie. No one lies to me without getting away with it. Well except maybe Rachel . . ." The two heard a glass smash and children's screams from the kitchen. Phoebe turned towards her kitchen. "Your kids are brats, Monica." Phoebe joked.
Monica walked into the kitchen and looked at her kids. Phoebe tickled Cameron and grabbed Trent as he tried to tackle her. Monica's eyes filled with tears again.
To distract herself, she sat at the table. "Here Pheebs, I picked up your pills." Monica opened her purse and pulled out the bag of pills she had picked up for Phoebe at the drug store when she had picked up Chandlers cold medicine.
The pills read 'Tylenol Cold and Sinus'. The realisation sank in for Monica. She blurted, "Pheebs, can I use your phone?" Phoebe looked concerned and nodded.
Chandler turned off his television and answered to phone. "Hello?"
Monica's voice came through the other line, "I think I poisoned you."
Chandler, puzzled, looked at the pills sitting on the table. "Monica? Why do my pills say 'Phoebe Buffay' on them?"
TO BE CONTINUED :)
P.S. Apologies to Liz, she'll kill me for not letting her check it over before posting. ;)